Ride or Die 3: Problems

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Zay POV

After hearing the Aubrey had to go into immediate surgery, it finally hit me that my child could possibly die. I tried to stay strong for Kris and X but shit, niggas got feelings too. We stayed in the waiting room until almost 4:00 the next morning to see her. She was a little confused but we were glad to see her alive.

Kris POV

After Aubrey lived we decided that there would be no more pre school. They were just gonna have to got straight to Kinder. They were already smart as hell, they really didnt need it. I took them home and gave Aubrey her medicine and a wash off since she couldnt got water on her cut. That wasnt gonna stop her from getting bathed. I set them all down for bed and went to the room with Zay.

"So you back?"

"Are you done blaming me for something that I didnt mean  do?" I asked trying to hold back tears just thinking losing the baby.

"Yes babe, I told you that I didnt mean to hurt you, I was drunk and mad and sad. Its not just your loss, I lost something too." He said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, sticking his chin in the crook of my neck.

"Dont drink, ever again."

"What? I cant have a lil?"

"Just a bit." I said turning around and pecking his lips.

"I love you Kristina." He said seriously, while we looked into each others eyes.

"I love you too Xavier."

3 weeks later

Kristina POV

I was upstairs with Aubrey, giving her the medicine but she would cooperate.

"Aubrey baby, please drink the medicine." I said while trying to get her take the fucking shit.

"She ran away and I just gave up. This was overwhelming for them to be home with me all day.
Maybe maybe its the money baby, maybe not, maybe I feel in love with you on spot, never lie. Keep it g, i told you that straight off the top, maybe you never met a street nigga thugging on the block. And I aint fucking with no thots shawty. Power ball its ya shot shawty. And if they hatin then let em talk shawty. And I been drinking too much, And it got me thinking to much, you in my head, what the fuck? I said boy-

My phone rang as I ran downstairs into the kitchen.

"Hello?" I asked in frustrated tone.

"Hey bae, Im going to be a little late comin in tonight."

"Okay." I said then hung up the phone.

Then he come with this bullshit. this is the 3rd time this week and its getting on my nerves. I walked back upstairs to see the kids dog, Honey, shit on the carpet. Imma beat her lil ass. And she always do it in my room. Dafuq?

"Aubrey and Xavier, come cle-" I got cut off by the doorbell ringing.

I walked back down the stairs to see Travis standing there.

"Hey, hold on." I saw running up the stairs.

"Aubrey and Xavier come clean up your dogs shit off the floor."

"Ooo, mommy you said a bad word." X said waving his finger.

"Boy if you ont get yo-" I stopped my sentence and just  continued back down to see what Travis wanted.

"Hey, whats up."

"I heard what happened to the baby, I'm sorry."

"Its okay, Ill be pregnant again."

"Well, where Zay?"

"He's out working late again." I said rolling my eyes at the thought.

"Oh, well how ya been?" Nigga this is not a good time for you to be playin 21 questions and shit.

"Im good. how bout you?" I said as I walked into the kitchen and took the pork chops out the freezer for later on.

"Im alright. I just stopped by to see how you were doin."

"Im good, thank you."

"No problem, imma get goin, I gotta meet Mary to pick up the kids."

"Okay." I said as I let him out the front door. Well that wasnt weird at all.

I walked up the stairs to see Honey's poop still sitting there.

"Xavier Maurice Jackson Jr. and Aubrey Nicole Jackson, if yall dont come get this shit off my floor!" I yelled, irritated. They ran in and got it up while I walked back down the stairs to answer the door, again.

"Erika, what the hell do you want?"

"Where is Xavier." She asked with too much attitude to where I could knock the thot outta ha ass.

"Hes working."

"Well, when he gets in tell him I said congratulations and welcome his new son or daughter into the world." She spoke as she waved the used pregnancy test in my face. I wasnt worried because 12 out of 5 times, that baby aint his. When she stopped moving it, I looked and saw the result.

This slow, plank head ass bitch. One line means negative. What a fucking dumbass.

"Bitch, when its one line, its negative so take yo lying, stupid ass and get away from my house." I said before slamming the door.

A couple moments later I heard screeching. I looked outside to see her keying brand new panamera porsche that I got a week ago. I aint even feel like beating her ass. I was tired as shit. I saw Zay pull up and hopefully he would control her, or even smack some sense into that looney tune ass bitch. I just went back upstairs and got in the shower.

I walked out to see it was pouring outside. You couldnt see anything, thunder, lightning. It was horrible. I called Zay but there was no answer. The kids were sleep but Kristi was wide awake, playing with Honey. I walked downstairs and tried to find something to eat. Nothing. I was planning to go to the grocery store but hell nah, not today.

I walked to the door to see a Zay soaked in rain, with flowers and smiling. I pulled him in and ran upstairs to go get a towel before he get flumonia in the ass.

"I tried calling, but you didnt answer."

"My phone drowned."

"Really?" I asked trying not to laugh.

"That aint funny." He said while laughing himself.

"I aint do none. Whats the flowers for?"

"Bae, what the hell you been doin all day to where you cant remeber what day it is?"

I checked my phone. Damn, I forgot my own birthday.

"Babe, thank you." I said while hugging him, but he smelled like cheap perfume.