ᴋᴇʟʟʏ ʀᴏᴡʟᴀɴᴅ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ || 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

Chapter Eighteen

"Are you gonna wear all your tight clothes, before your belly starts to show?" Osaze asked walking out the bathroom.

I smile softly and nod my head, looking at myself in the mirror.

I'm only 3 weeks pregnant, so I still look small. We just got back from the doctors and everything is fine. My stress level is low, which is good because I haven't really been stressed out lately. Osaze and I decided to wait until, I am two months to tell everyone because that's when the miscarriage stage is over.

"You're booty look big mama." Osaze said slapping my butt.

"Ow!" I say pushing him. "Why would you slap it so hard."

Osaze smacked his lips. "Stop acting like you ain't used to me slapping it like that."

"Boy please." I roll my eyes. "Babe, I can't believe I'm having a baby.." I say sitting down on the bed.

I feel Osaze lift my legs to his lap and he starts rubbing my feet. A small sigh comes out of my mouth and I began relaxing my body.

"I'm so happy that you're gonna be the mother of my first child." Osaze said massaging my feet.

"Well, I have a suggestion.. I release my album in less than a month.. I'm gonna have to do press, we're gonna need a nanny." I say softly.

"A nanny?" Osaze questions. "You wanna get a nanny?"

"Or a manny?" I smirk jokingly.

"Hell no.." Osaze shakes his head. "I don't want some young buff ass man walking around my house."

I laugh softly and shrug. "Babe, I'm just joking.. It doesn't have to be a man." I roll my eyes. "But, it would be good that we get one."

"Well, I guess.. But, I'm not planning on living in LA for too much longer." Osaze drops on me. .

I take my feet away from him and sit up. "What's that supposed to mean? LA is my home now."

"Yeah, but Atlanta is where my family is. Plus, nothing is really in LA, but you." Osaze said. "You're the only person that's keep me in LA."