Chapter 163

895 44 10


When we got in the house, I frantically locked the door because my paranoia got the best of me.

"What's going on?"

Monique, Jakiera, and I jumped & screamed at the sound of Blake's voice behind us. What the hell are we so scared of?

I turned around and quickly relaxed when I saw Blake holding Brielle.

"Nothing," I said as we walked to the living room, "where are the boys? Jakiera wants to see them."


Jakiera left the room to go upstairs, and Monique & I simultaneously sighed and flopped on the couch. Blake handed Brielle to me, and she just laid her head on my chest.

"Babe, I need to talk to Monique for a minute," I said, turning to look at Blake, "alone."

"You two don't want me around anymore?" he joked, getting up from the couch, "I see how it is."

I laughed and shook my head, "shut up."

He leaned down and kissed me, then left the room. Once I made sure he was gone, I turned to face Monique, who was looking at Brielle in awe. Earlier, when Troy tried to hit her, I noticed she put her hand over her stomach protectively, which made my mind wander.

"Mo, can I ask you something?"

She tore her eyes away from Brielle, but held her smile. "Sure. What's up?"

"When is DeAndre gonna put a baby in there?" I asked, pointing to her stomach.

She chuckled a little and smiled, but she never said anything.

"Are you pregnant?"

She nodded, and I hugged her as tight as I could without crushing Brielle.

"When are you gonna tell DJ?"

"Tell me what?"

Monique & I turned around, and DJ was standing behind the couch with Blake standing beside him.

"Dre! Are you okay?!" She rushed up to him, I guess to see if there was anything wrong with him. "Did he hurt you?"

He shook his head. "Babe, I'm fine."

He put his arm around her shoulders, and they sat on the couch. I went to get the first aid kit, then gave it to Monique to clean up his hand.

"DJ, what happened?" I asked, sitting down next to Blake, "did he try anything dirty?"

"He pulled out a knife," he said, making Monique gasp, "but I knocked it out of his hand. I don't think we'll have to worry about him anymore."

My eyes widened, "did you kill him?"

Blake hit my arm, I guess because that was a stupid question. But what else was I supposed to think?

"No, Bri, I didn't kill him," DJ chuckled, "after I knocked the knife out of his hand, we started fighting. The police showed up and arrested him for some kinda parole violation, and they just let me go."

"Damn...I was hoping you were gonna say you killed him," I said casually while moving Brielle to my lap.

Blake slapped my arm again, and I was half a second away from elbowing him in the dick.

"Hit me again, and I'mma smack the shit outta you," I said to him.

"No you won't," he challenged, "you know better."

I looked at him, and he playfully glared at me, trying to make me smile. I'm so glad I have a husband that's just as goofy as me.

"Anyway, what did you have to tell me?" DJ asked Monique.

Monique & I looked at each other, and I nodded for her to tell him. I smiled and laid my head on Blake's shoulder because I knew Monique was about to make DJ very happy.

"DeAndre, you know how every time you look at Brielle, you say you can't wait to have a kid of your own?" Monique said.


"Well, you don't have to wait anymore."

DJ looked at Monique, who was on the verge of crying. He then looked at me, and I was just smiling like a fool.

"You're pregnant?"

Monique whispered a "yes," and DJ hugged & kissed her, then kissed her stomach. Our friends are so damn cute.

"Do y'all realize how much everything has changed in the last couple of years?" DJ said randomly as the four of us looked at each other, "and it's all because of Bri."

"You don't think you're exaggerating a little?" I asked.

"Nope. If it weren't for you, I probably never would've met Monique, and we wouldn't be married and about to have a baby."

I smiled at him & Monique, then looked at Blake to see what he would say.

"Well, if it weren't for you, my life would be boring, and I'd probably still be a hoe," he said, making me laugh.

"You are still a hoe," I said, which made him knit his eyebrows together, "you're just a hoe for me."

He chuckled, then put his arm around me and kissed me. Brielle crawled in his lap, then held onto his shirt so she could lift herself up. He made funny faces at her, making her giggle uncontrollably, and I smiled at them.

I looked at Monique & DJ, then back at Brielle & Blake and thought about how lucky I was to have them in my life.


I don't know if y'all could tell by this shitty chapter, but the end of the story is very near.

handful ∞ blake griffin [complete]Read this story for FREE!