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4 months later....
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"Londyn come get your stuff up !" I yelled . She came running in the living room and grabbed her stuff .
I've been adjusting to this whole being a ' parent ' shit . It's very frustrating .
Jayda and Jamari's grandmother passed away like 4 weeks after I found out I was pregnant .
Lung cancer .
Jayda cried for days at a time . Jamari went back to his evil , rude self .
He was happy about the pregnancy . He would take his medicine . But as soon as he found out she died and shut us all out . He would sit up all night and burn shit .
He would go outside and shoot at birds for no reason . When he came home the day after she died and fucked this whole house up .
Broke glass , threw tables , just anything . He started to tone it down like 3 weeks ago . I know he's not completely over her death and I'm not going to rush him to be .
He talks to the baby sometimes , it's cute . You can tell he already has a serious soft spot for he or she .
Londyn...she's the same . Attitude , just being Londyn . Deezy and Jamari surprised her with a puppy and she in love with that damn dog .
Jayda lives with us now , she always wants to be under me . I like it I guess . It doesn't bother me .
Deezy lives with us too now . I feel that it's best for him and Jamari to not separate . When they aren't together the both do crazy shit .
We are moving soon to a bigger house , we supposed to be packing now . Dummy #1 and ass wipe forgot boxes so we can't pack now .
I started a lash company , it's doing good . Jayda helps me when she not at school or whenever she wants too .
Deezy shot at this girl so she could buy sum of my lashes . Crazy asf .
"I'm hungry as fuck ." I mumbled looking down at my feet .
"JAMAARI !" I yelled walking into our room . He looked up from the tv .
"Why you so loud ?"
"I want some food . Like really bad ." I went to him and laid out across his lap .
