A Rainy Day Part II

Saturday

Chris POV

I was laying down watching tv with Jasmine. The twins were asleep.

"Baby," i looked at Jasmine. "Do you think that the twins sould knoow who they're father is? Should I take them to the jail to see him?"

 I thought about it. "Baby, thats your choice. They're y'all babies."

She sat up. "Just cuz they have his DNA they aren't his kids."

I laughed. "Yes it does. It takes two to make a baby."

"Yeah but it takes one to rape me."

Silence.

I didn't know what to say. "Baby, yeah he raped you and I'm really sorry I couldn't do anything to elp you. But, the kids aren't anymore mine then his. I may take care of them but, he's they're father."

She looked at me. "I know. So I should take them to see him?"

"Whenever you're ready."

Just then, Hasawn came in the living room.

"Hey, I have something to give you." he handed Jasmine a box.

"WTF is this sh!t?!?"

"It's from my brother."

She hesitated. But, she opened it. Inside there was a letter.

"What does it say?"

"Dear Jasmine,

I'm sorry for all the trouble I have causeed you. I know this is really late considering the fact that you had already given birth to the twins. So I want to make this up to you. I had Hasawn go over to my house and get some of the things that I had due to the fact that I was supposed.... to have children already." she looked up at Hasawn. "Halie was pregnant when she died?" she said through tears. 

"Yeah..." he said looking away.

"I'm really lost. Who tf is Halie?"

Hasawn looked at me. "Halie was Jasmine's bestfriend. She was killed in a shoot out. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Jasmine was still crying. I hugged her. "She was pregnant. They all lied to me. They all did."

"Baby, calm down the babies gonna start crying."

"IDGAF. I told her not to go to that f*cking club. She wanted to get something for jacob for his f*cking birthday. She died for that n!gga."

"ok if you don't calm down. I will start singing to you."

She pushed off of me. "Do it. I dare you. I will slice you up."

"Show you how to be a man, show you how to be the man

How to be to come through with seven coats of the gloss

Show you how to be the man, show you how to be the man

Show you how to be the man, how to be the boss

How to but the car, how to buy the house

Show you how the be the man, show you how to be the man."

"why tf are you singing to me about being a man?" she said after she stopped crying.

"YOU stopped crying."

"Cuz you was singing about being a man."

I got up. I took the box from her. I looked inside of the box. It was a whole lot of stuff. Baby toys, clothes, etc.