I didn't want to trap a player (Urban Romance)

Presents and celebrations

Quentin’s Point Of View

Cause I’m up right now and you suck right now

You thought the little effort that you put was enough, how about now?

Girl how bout now?

I hummed Drake’s new song, while hopping out of the shower and looked at my birthday outfit and stared at it in disbelief.

A nigga 21? Legal!

I was having a apartment get together because I couldn’t do the whole clubbing thing because my manager said clubs and strip clubs are just a way the media thrives to give atheletes a bad look, like the college parties were fine but clubs with drink and drugs around weren’t the one, I was trying to be a role model to my fans and my son.

I put on my all white birthday outfit, I wore a all white all saints t-shirt matching jeans and all white Js, all picked out by the big sis Justine the family stylist. I walked into the kitchen where my sister Justine and brother Quincy stood as they came down for the birthday festivities even though Justine’s ass couldn’t drink she could turn up for a pregnant woman of 5 months.

“Ah give me another hug, feels so weird having ya’ll here” I said hugging up Quincy and Justine.

Quincy started laughing and Justine gave me the side eye, “You seem awfully happy bro, got yourself a new female?” Justine asked crossing her arms and raised her eyebrows.

“Damn yellow you worse than mama, leave the boy alone and let him turn up for his 21st birthday!”Quincy said taking out the crates of Ciroc he brought for tonight, we all called Justine yellow because she was the random lightskin in the family, we were all smooth chocolate from my dad but she came out more caramel/yellow like our dad.

Justine hit Quincy upside his head, “I will ask Quentin anything I like” She said putting her hand in his face whenever he tried to argue back, she was so tiny but had so much mouth.

I started putting up some of my birthday cards on the kitchen side, I chuckled to myself when the macaroni covered one made by my son popped up, he was so artistic whatever he does and I just get more and more proud of him day by day, I wanted him to have the best life even if his mum wasn’t around to see. Blake’s mum Crystal died giving birth to Blake, she was my childhood love, my everything and even though we were 16 I thought she’d be my forever.

I’m not that sentimental over her as I used to be as I’ve grown up and had a few relationships since her here and dare but no one could replace her when comes to being Blake’s mum, she had a diary while she was pregnant with detailed plans on how me and her would juggle the final year of highschool and  parenting, even college and how she wanted Blake to be cared for and even though we never considered her death I was glad for it because til’ this day I’ve followed her every rule in the diary and whenever it got too much I turn to her, it kind of kept me sane.

“You thinking of her ain’t you” Justine asked, I turnt and she was leaning the doorway and just gave me a look of sorrow, she could see right through me.”

I shrugged and shook the thought, “It’s not like she can come back to me, it’s gunna be 5 years on Blake’s birthday next month.”