Chapter 145

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I woke up at 8 o'clock and went to brush my teeth and take a shower. When I got out, I put on my bra and underwear, then woke up Blake.

While he was in the shower, Brielle woke up. I gave her a bath, then put her in the dress my mom bought for her. She looked up at me and giggled, causing me to smile.

As I held her and she gave me her version of a kiss on the cheek.

"Aw! I love you too, Bri," I said kissing her cheek.

I laid her on the bed, then got dressed. I put on a black peplum dress with black pumps. I put earrings in every hole in my ears, then put on the necklace and bracelet Blake gave me a while back.

"Does Mommy look okay?" I asked Brielle, turning around.

She giggled and started kicking her little feet.

"I take that as a yes," I laughed.

I picked her up and walked into the other room where DJ & Monique were sleeping. I placed Brielle on DJ's chest, and she pulled at his bottom lip.

He sat up and picked her up, "excuse me ma'am. Can I help you?"

She giggled and I laughed.

"We leave in an hour and a half, but we're in no rush," I said, taking Brielle so they could get ready.

I went back in my room and Blake was already dressed. He looked really good. I mean really, really good. He was wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants and black shoes. And with that haircut, he just looked fucking perfect.

"You look nice," he said.

"So do you," I said, containing my inappropriate thoughts.

He took Bri and I got her diaper bag and my purse. Once I was finished, we sat in the living room and waited for DJ & Monique.


From the moment we walked through the door, people have not stopped staring at us. I kept getting the dirtiest looks from Jessie's grandma, and I really wish she would chill. He's the one that shot me; I should be the one that's mad.

After all the horrendous singing and the weird little praise dance, the pastor did his sermon, and I actually paid attention.

He prayed for all the people that wanted it, then called Blake & I up to start.

While he was talking, I looked down at Brielle and smiled a little. She's almost three months old, and I still can't believe I'm a mom. I just can't believe Blake & I could create something so beautiful.

I was so lost in my own little world, I didn't even realize that I was crying or that the whole thing was over.

"You okay?" Blake asked once we sat back down.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, patting my eyes dry.

He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I noticed almost everyone on the right side of the church was kinda looking at me side-eyed, but I don't know why. Maybe it's because I know their dirty little secrets.


After church was over, I talked to all the people I wanted to talk to. The pastor wanted to talk to Blake & DJ, so Monique & I stood off to the side and held our own conversation.

"How's your grandma?" I asked her as I set Brielle in her carrier.

She sucked her teeth and chuckled, "guess what she said to me yesterday."

I know how Monique's grandma can be, so I bet she said something completely off the wall.

"What?" I chuckled anticipating what she would say.

"She told me I better keep DeAndre on lock or she'll take him and make him my new granddaddy."

My eyes widened and I bit my lip to stop myself from cackling in this church. That little old lady is a piece of work.

"Are you serious?" I asked, laughing lightly.

"Yes! She kept tryna flirt with him and touchin' all over him, and I'm just like dang, grandma, chill."

I laughed a little harder than I wanted to because I actually pictured Monique's grandma flirting with DJ.

In the middle of our conversation, these two women approached us, and I just rolled my eyes because I knew they were about to start trouble.

"You oughta be ashamed of yourself," the tall one spat.

I looked at Monique, then looked behind me to see if she was talking to someone behind me.

"Excuse me?" I questioned, folding my arms over my chest.

"You heard me."

"Having a baby out of wedlock isn't something to be proud of," the wide one said, "and then you have the audacity to flaunt her around in The Lord's house."

"You're going straight to hell," tall bitch said, "the bible says having a child out of wedlock is a sin."

I really didn't wanna have to go off on anyone today, but they brought this on themselves. Luckily, they're not old ladies, so I won't feel bad about it.

"You know what the bible also says?" I asked tall bitch, "a woman isn't supposed to divorce her husband, yet you've been divorced twice."

The way she looked at me was like her whole life just crashed & burned in front of her eyes.

"And you," I said to wide bitch, "at least I know who my daughter's father is. You got three kids and you don't know who any of their fathers are."

I know I shouldn't have said any of that, especially in church, but I wasn't gonna let them talk to me like that about my child.

"Please don't ever try to come for me like that again because I will make you look dumb."

I picked up Brielle's carrier and slipped out of the church before anyone said anything to me.



In the middle of talking with the pastor, I noticed Briana walked out of the church pretty quickly. Shortly after, two women walked up to the pastor, crying hysterically at something Briana said. And of course, when I looked at Monique, she was laughing.

Oh God. What'd she do?

I excused myself from this mess and went outside to see where my wife was. I found her sitting in the truck and when she saw me walking toward her, she rolled her eyes.

"They snitched on me?" she scoffed.

I nodded. "What did you say to them to make them cry?"

"The truth."

"And that is?"

She cut her eye at me and sighed heavily, "I just reminded the tall one that she's been divorced twice, and I reminded the wide one that she don't know who her baby daddies are."

My eyes widened at the thought of her saying something like that, but then I laughed a little.

"Babe, you can't say things like that to people," I chuckled.

"They told me I was going to hell for having a baby out of wedlock," she said, getting flustered, "so I don't really feel bad."

Well now I don't feel so bad for them.

"People are gonna learn to just keep their mouths shut," she shrugged, "they got off easy, but the next person won't."

I chuckled a little, then kissed her forehead, "you're a mess, did you know that?"

"Yep! That's why you married me," she grinned, "now get your a-- I mean, get in the truck so we can go. Our parents want to go out to eat."


I got in the passenger seat of the truck, and Bri drove off from the church.

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