After getting dressed, I went downstairs into the kitchen and, the very first thing I saw was Briana bouncing around. I looked down at her feet and realized she was wearing her kangaroo shoes.
"Good morning, babe!" She bounced toward me as I sat down and pecked my lips. "Do you want something to eat before you go?"
"No, I'm good," I chuckled.
She shrugged and started jogging in place, her wavy ponytail moving from side to side.
"Do I look like a typical LA mom when I wear these?" she asked, still jogging in place.
I looked at the counter behind her, and there was a half empty bottle of Dr. Pepper next to a can of Red Bull.
"Bri, are you drinking Red Bull and Dr. Pepper?" I asked wide-eyed.
"Oh my God, yeah!" she beamed, "you're always telling me I should try Red Bull and I finally did and it's so good!"
There was not one break or pause as she spoke, and she was still bouncing all over the place. Now I understand why she's so hyper.
"Baby, I don't think that was a good idea," I laughed.
"I know. I know. I know."
She went over to the counter and poured Red Bull & Dr. Pepper in a cup, then drank it like it was nothing. She is such a handful, but that's why I love her.
"Why don't you try drinking some water," I suggested.
"Yes sir." She bounced to the refrigerator, got a bottle of water, then walked toward me. "Blake...how would you feel if I told you I was pregnant?"
She laughed and bounced away, "no. I thought I was for a minute, but I'm good."
"Oh," I said, standing up from the stool, "well, I'm leaving. I'm gonna take the boys with me."
She walked up to me and kissed me again, then slapped my butt as I walked out of the kitchen. I simply laughed it off because it doesn't even bother me anymore.
I went to go get the boys ready, we said bye to Bri, then we left to start the day.
I shouldn't have drank that Dr. Pepper and Red Bull because now I'm just a big ball of energy, and I have nothing to do.
After making three batches of cookies, I cleaned the house, took the dogs & Brielle on a walk and came up with a new dance routine for my kids, but now I'm bored again.
While I aimlessly scrolled through Twitter, Brielle started to wake up. I'm glad too because even though she's only four months old, she keeps me entertained.
"Girl...it took you forty-five whole seconds to fully wake up," I said, opening my camera, "why?"
She smiled, and I quickly snapped a picture because I knew it wouldn't last long.
"You know your daddy isn't here, right?"
Her smile faded, and she frowned instead. I chuckled at my already ignorant daughter and took another picture to send to Blake.
me: this is the face she made when i told her you weren't home.
ugly 😍💏: She misses her daddy. Tell her I'll be home soon
"Why do you like your dad so much?" I asked, lying beside her, "I'm the one that carried you for nine months, but he's the one you like?"
She giggled, which was basically like music to my ears, and I kissed her forehead. I swear, everyday I get a little more mom-like, and it's scary.
I lied there listening to Brielle babble for a while until I heard something downstairs that scared the shit out of me. It sounded like someone kicked the door down, which made the alarm go off, which made Brielle cry.
My inner white girl was telling me to go down there to see what happened, but I ignored her dumb ass and stayed put so I could calm Brielle down. She stopped crying, and I put her back in her crib and closed the door to the nursery.
I eventually ended up going downstairs, against my better judgment, and the front door was open. I pulled my phone out to call Blake, but then I felt something in my lower back. I turned around and rolled my eyes at the sight of Jake.
"What are you doing in here?" I asked, completely ignoring the gun he had pointed at me.
"You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" he asked.
"No, but I was really hoping we could."
I turned my back to him, but he grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the floor. He got on top of me, and he slapped me when I started fighting him.
He hits like a bitch though. Brielle could probably do more damage than him.
With the gun still in his hand, he ripped my shirt open, and it brought back ugly memories.
"I poured my heart out to you and showed you how much I love you, and what do you do? You beat my ass like it was nothing, then you get your husband to kick me out," he cried angrily, "why would you do that?!"
"Because I don't like you!"
He hit me in the head with the gun and yanked the shirt off of my body. I kneed him in the crotch, but it didn't seem to bother him. Must not have much goin' on down there.
He rammed his bony ass elbow into my chest and even though it hurt like hell, I didn't have time to think about that.
I punched him in the jaw, and that's when we started fighting. I could feel the gun pressing into my lower stomach and the next thing I heard, was a gunshot...
i know y'all are probably thinking "damn bitch, it's about time you updated." but i got lazy & stopped thinking about writing for a minute. | buuut, who do y'all think got shot???
chapter dedication goes to TiaraNicole18 for giving me this idea.
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