Daddy Lauren (Laurinah/ Lauren G/P)

Bitches Broken Hearts

So like I fell asleep and BAM it's 2022

For SavageQueen_123

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"So, how much longer does your babymom have until she gives birth?" B asks, playing with a fidget spinner as she spoke to Lauren over the phone.

Lauren, 2,000 miles away, "Technically she could pop at anytime, but if she doesn't then she's getting induced in 2 days."

"Damn, that's fast as fuck! Are you ready? Ha...kinda too late if you're not babe," B states.

Lauren sighed deeply, "I am, I can't wait to see my mini-me, and then I'm moving back into my crib after the first month."

B smiles over the phone, "Oh no, won't you miss the stress from being there with Dinah? What ever will you do with all that peace and serenity."

Lauren chuckles, "You're such a bitch, William! You know damn well that A) I'm gonna be fucking you on every surface and B) little Damien will not be giving me that much peace when he's here."

"Ugh you and the fans kill me with that William shit. It's BILLIE!"

Lauren laughs out loud, "Sure, William. When you coming back to LA?"

"In a couple of days, maybe I can see you? Before Damien comes?"

Lauren licked her lips, grabbed her second phone and looked at the calendar. Damien, if induced, was scheduled for 7 pm.

"That could possibly work, just gotta be before 6 in the evening. Work for you baby?"

Around the corner, unbeknownst to Lauren, Dinah was eavesdropping. Well, actually she was heading to the restroom and stopped in her tracks when she heard Lauren say the word "baby."

It seems that her suspicions were right. It wasn't just the doctor that had Lauren not wanting to touch her sexually; Lauren had a new chick.

That bitch.

Sure she didn't want a relationship, but something about her babymom entertaining other people while she was pregnant didn't leave a good taste in her mouth. It was giving Tristian Thompson vibes and she damn well wasn't Khloe.

"Ahem, when you finish your caking, do you mind getting the lady that's carrying your 2nd generation a snack?" Dinah sneered at Lauren.

Lauren dropped her phone at the tone. Mildly shocked. She quickly picked it up.

"Hey, Billie, I uh, I'll call you back tonight."

Then pressed end before hearing the response.

"Billie? Who the fuck names their daughter Billie? You fucking a white bitch?" Dinah continues, her tone like acid.

Lauren raises her eyebrow, and cocks her head to the side in confusion.

"Uh, hello Dinah's clone, I'm Lauren, whenever the real Dinah comes back can you ask her why the fuck she cares? Thanks."

Dinah chuckles with zero mirth, "Fuck you, it's not that it's a problem it's just weird. We have two days until Damien's born, if not less, and you really think you'll have time for Billie? Or were you planning on being an inactive parent?"

Lauren shakes her head, walking towards the kitchen. She knew it had to be the hormones, so she wasn't going to take the bait any further. She literally moved in with Dinah to take care of her while she was pregnant. What other parent does that, that isn't with the mom? Not once has Billie been here at Dinah's, out of respect.

"What do you want for a snack?" Lauren asks, trying to keep her tone even.

"Fried spam and white rice. Don't ignore the issue though Lauren. Has this bitch been here in my house?"

Lauren inhaled slowly, starting to grab the spam and rice bag.

"Why does she have to be all that? And no, I would not bring her here."

Dinah pursed her lips, "When did this start? And were you going to tell me? I don't want her around my baby, Lauren, she's a stranger."

Lauren continued prepping the food. "About a month ago, no, and she won't be, not unless it turns serious and you and I talk about it."

Minor relief was felt.

"Whatever. Let me know when it's done. I'm gonna go lay back down, your son is active."

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"She's dating!?" Normani asks, listening to Dinah rant over the phone.

"Yeah, some bitch named Billie!"

"Billie? That's so strange, such an odd name for a girl. What's she look like?" Next to Normani, Ally made a confused face.

"I have no idea, probably Caucasian. Like where does she get off, fucking someone else while I'm pregnant?"

Normani's eyebrows raised.

"Uh, she's single, Di. You made it perfectly clear you didn't want her. Why wouldn't she date?"

"That's fine but can't it wait until after we have Damien, it just weirds me out. She's been here all this time, fucking me until this last month. Where does she even have the time?  Now I don't want to touch her because there's a fucking stranger mixing her germs with her."

"That's the only reason?" Normani asks, skeptically.

A minor pause, "What other reason would there be? Nothing has changed, I don't want to be tied down to one person. Other than this baby, everything will return to normal soon. I'm just, I'm simply stating that this is a weird situation. So, please drop the Spanish Inquisition."

Normani sighs, "You can't blame me for being curious or confused. You call me up, heated, that Lauren is dating again, and your initial reason is because your pregnant. It's already confusing that you guys are living together, too. Outside looking in, you both are a couple, one who's becoming a family with a baby on the way. You see what I'm saying?"

Dinah groans, stretching back into the fluffy pillows. "I know, I know. I just, maybe AND JUST MAYBE, I kind of like her. However, I still do not want to be in a committed relationship."

Normani muted the phone immediately.

"ALLY BROOKE!!! Did you hear that shit!? Dinah actually ad-"

"Uh... did I make you faint or something...." Dinah asks, confused.

Ally, on the other hand, did faint. The shock of the Polynesian heathen finally admitting to having actual emotions for someone, was simply too much.

"Dinah....let me call you back...Ally is...well...she fainted."

"Y'all are fools. Goodbye!"

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Author's Note: I could lie and say I have the artistic bug and that I will continue to update, but the way my life is set up, inspiration wanes at times, but when I'm on, I'm on. We will see, I really, really cannot stress enough how important the feedback and the reads are, and I apologize for the drought.

Y'all know I fuck with y'all

Peaceeee