the love heist | t.r

twelve |

"This is a lot harder than I thought it would be," Maya said, touching her toes the best that she could. The yoga instructor of the prenatal exercise class was walking around the room, but Jasmyn and Maya had been in the back of the room. It had been two weeks since the gender reveal of her baby girl and pregnancy wise? Things were heading downhill. She was gaining weight in every possible area - her cheeks, her breast, her ass and she didn't like it.

"You know, I'm thinking about my birthday," Jasmyn said, raising her hands into the air before she bent down to grab her toes. "You were 5 days pregnant or something like that. Is that why you insisted on sitting down that entire time and wouldn't drink?" Jasmyn asked, chuckling a bit. Maya knew exactly what she was talking about, thinking about the interaction in the first mansion that they lived it.

"I'm running through ya nigga house like a tomb raider!" Jasmyn said, standing on top of the counters while the other girls of the house threw their ass. Emily tossed her ass back on Anika - who barely got invited in the first place. Amirah was on FaceTime, shaking her ass with her son in her hands. "Get the hell up biiiiiitch, let's get drunk!" Jasmyn said, licking her tongue across her lips as she moved across the room.

All the women in the room stood up, trying to convince Maya to stand and throw her ass. She was too down in the dumps about one thing: How the fuck did the plan B not work? She closed her phone quick, hiding the period app that she had been on. Was she ovulating when she took it? "Alright, alright. I'll have some fun," She said, standing from the couch as she giggled. "No drink, though. I hate hangovers," She lied, nodding her head.

"I just couldn't handle the fact that I was pregnant," Maya chuckled, switching to where her legs were wide open at each side's of her body. She stretched to the floor as much as possible, letting out struggles breaths as she had done so. She looked over to Jasmyn, raising an eyebrow at how easily she had done it. "Bitch, when are you going to open them legs and try again?"

Jasmyn raised an eyebrow as the yoga instructor shushed the ladies in the back of the room. Jasmyn cleared her throat, placing her forehead to the ground before she shook it. "I don't think I want kids, right now. Watching Mia is enough," She said in reference to Maya's dog who she had offered to keep. "Plus, Nicholas and I are going through some things right now. It's no telling if we'll make it."

"Jasmyn, don't say that," Maya said, turning her head to look at her best friend who kept her head down. She was starting to wonder since when did the hope she had for her relationship die so easily. "You and Nicholas used to be two peas in a pod, what happened?" Maya asked, switching stretching positions.

"Girl, life happened," Jasmyn said, following the instructions that were given to the class. "He started to be some consumed in work that I went and found a hobby that's turned into my passion. Now that Anika handles most of the business, he's on my ass," Jasmyn rolled her eyes, grabbing her leg and placing it behind her head. "Elijah doesn't treat me like that," She said under her breath.

"Elijah wasn't there when we both were gunned down, either," Maya said, mean mugging her best friend across the yoga mat. There was a few minutes of silence and the class had ended, neither one of them talking to each other for a minute. Had fame gotten to her head? "Listen, I get you're kinda famous and all, but," Maya put on her black hoodie and grabbed her purse. "Don't forget us when you get a Grammy. Nicholas included."

Jasmyn nodded her head, but her mind was on other things. Some things that she couldn't talk about or didn't want to talk about, to be exact. She smiled, looping arms with her best friend. "Let's eat, I'm starving!" Maya nodded in agreement, opening her camera.

"Let me send this goofy picture to Sage first," She said, snapping the camera before leaving the yoga center arm and arm in her hand.

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