Da Truth

So Special

March 20th (7 PM)

"Thank you for coming out to our listening party," Bashar said, looking down at me because of our slight height difference. I smiled at him. Then we looked at everyone at the same time. "We hope you enjoy all the songs on Bashar's album and all our songs on our mixtape," I said, and everyone clapped as the projector began playing. We sat down, and it started playing a video of us in the studio before we were dating.

I looked at Bashar and quickly spoke. "You were recording me?" I asked, and he smirked. "We knew yo ass was a stalker, but damn," I said, looking at him then the projector. "You're late, and time is money. Luckily I get paid no matter what, but I don't like tardiness." I said, and no one spoke.

"Also, we finished six songs, so you have them to choose from. I laid the tracks. All you have to do is choose and lay your vocals," I said, then I sat back in my seat without looking at the person.

"Yes, ma'am." He said, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm leaving because we both know you don't need a writer. You just wanted to waste my time." I said, and he held my chair so that I couldn't move. Then my security walked a little closer toward us as a warning to him.

The video fasts forward some, and Bashar was now sitting in front of me. I am sorry there was a lot of traffic." He said, and I rolled my eyes. "You planned on being on time, and that is stupid. If you're on time, your late, and if you're early, you're on time. I am an actor just as much as I am an Artist." I said, getting up from my seat, and he grabbed my hand. "I really wanna hear what you made, and hopefully, we can just be on all or some of these songs together. I will pay you your writer's fee as well as your Artist fee." He said, and I chuckled.

"You say it like you had a choice," I said, and he nodded as I sat down. The video fasts forward again, and I was now in my car with Bashar at my window. I raised the window down, and he smiled. "How come you won't give me the time of day? Your single now, so I know it's not a man." He said, and I faked a smile. "I've been single for less than two months. Do you know how that looks? Definitely, since you've been on my bumper since we first met. It seems like I was cheating the whole time and or we planned for me to get broken up with." I said, and he smiled.

"But, you didn't." He said then Something special began playing, and everyone awwed. I laid my head on his shoulder and smirked cause this was my man. We watched some of his unreleased videos and listened to more music. Then another video fasts forward. The footage showed Bashar watching me talk business with Scott, Addin, and Franko. The video was being recorded from across the room, but you could hear every time Bashar moved.

Then Nicki slowly walked into the frame, not even knowing she was also now being recorded. "Hey, stalker!" Nicki said as she stood behind Bashar. He turned around, and they were now standing face to face with each other.

"You really like my baby sister, huh?" She asked curiously, and Bashar nodded while smiling. "What makes you want her?" Nicki asked, and Bashar inhaled like this was his favorite word in a spelling bee. "She's witty as fuck, dope, a businesswoman. The hood respects her. The woman is everything I need and want in a woman." Bashar said, and she smirked. Then What You Know About Love began playing.

Hour Later (8 Pm)

"You ok, baby?" Bashar asked cause I gripped his hand tighter than usual. I quickly shook my head then I started looking around franticly. Once I found Nicki, Jacob, and Samuel's eyes, they knew what was going on. Jacob and Samuel opened the doors and propped them open, then Jacob walked out the door. "Excuse me. Hello, everyone. I'm sorry, but we have to end the party early. Something just came up with the host family," Nicki said, and Bashar looked at me and nodded.

He began escorting me out the back as our security shut down the party. Once we made it out the back, Jacob was waiting for us in the car. Eventually, Bashar got me into the car, and we sped to the front. Our family members were getting into the other three black SUV's. Nicki ran to our Suv with Kenny and Erykah Badu. Once everyone else was in the cars, we pulled off. We were now swerving thru traffic when I pulled my phone out. "I got it sis," Nicki said, pulling her phone out and began making some calls.

A minute later, four police cars were escorting us through traffic back to the house. "Lovely, start your breathing," Erykah said, and thats when I realized I wasn't breathing at all. I was holding my breath and overthinking everything.

This was the most dangerous thing I have ever done in my life. Not taking medicine and giving birth to twin babies far away from the hospital. Praying they don't come out with sickle cell like I did and hope we survive the whole delivery. Bashar doesn't know that theirs a chance I could die during this birth, but if i'm going to give birth, I want it to be natural. Away from the hospital, away from death and depression, I want them to be born in a place of love, and thats exactly what our hou-. "Where are we going?" I asked, looking at Bashar, then Jacob, and eventually everyone else in the car.

Our house Bashar said, and I looked at him, confused cause this was not the way to OUR house. Eventually, we pulled up to a big beautiful mansion. It looked like the dream house I told Bashar I wanted. We looked at each other, and he smirked.

2 Am

Lovely was now laying down sleep but being watched by Erykah, the best sickle cell doctors, and some other kind of doctors. Lovely told me about. I rocked Barakah Elijah Maraj Jackson to sleep, and Nicki had his sister Bhanavi Lovely Maraj Jackson rocking her to sleep.

Everyone got to meet the babies and hold them but were all so tired from this long day. They were born at 1 Am on their mother's birthday. These two little stubborn babies held out till 1 am, and then they came out without hesitation.

It's almost like they planned this from the beginning, and now Lovely won't ever be able to celebrate her birthday without celebrating theirs also.

The baby's water birth went smoothly, without any complications. Everything was going fine for a whole hour after the twins were born. Then Lovely stopped breathing. We were going to rush her to the hospital, but we couldn't cause she specifically made everyone sign contracts saying we wouldn't. I didn't even know I signed one, but they told me legally it's my job to read over any and everything she has me sign.

So all we could do was let the doctors do their job, and her family began praying. Eventually, everyone joined in praying and hoping the doctors could save her. Luckily God's plan was for me to keep my fiancé, and once she's better, I'm going to show her what genuine anger looks like.