Fight For Me [A Tyga Fan Fiction Story] (BEING EDITED)

VIII. Don't Hate, Congratulate

We thought it would be best to wait a little while.

Heather walked upstairs and I began to have a conversation with Trell.

Trell: How yo lil' man doing fam?

"He straight. He'll be back over here soon."

Trell: That's what's up. You ain't wait no time to have another one!

"Aw dawg, I know. I knew it was coming sooner or later."

Trell: How old is Mikell?

"7 months."

He laughed causing me to do the same.

Trell: No time at all my nigga.

"I guess not."

Trell: How lil' mama taking the pregnancy?

"I don't think she all that happy."

Trell: Why you say that?

"She don't want to tell her fam."

Trell: They gone find out sooner or later.

"Exactly. So, I don't know why she tripping. And she sleep all damn day!"

Trell: Damnnnn!

"When she woke, she complaining or she hungry. Other than that, she sleep... Unless she going to work."

Trell: She'll get better when she progress in the pregnancy.

"I sure hope so."

Trell: How the rap life treating you?

"Good man. My fans treating me right and everything. Making hella money."

Trell: So you forgot 'bout the trap life?

"Never that. I love my niggas, I still go down there every once in a while my nigga. I ain't forget where I came from."

Trell: That's what niggas down there seem to think.

"I don't know why. Cause I be down there if I ain't at the studio or at home taking care of Kaelynn. They need to chill, cause I got a life."

Heather: Mikeyyy!

I turned around to see Heather on the staircase.

"Yeah?"

Heather: Kaelynn said to tell you she bouta get ready for work.

"Tell her, okay."

I turned back around to Trell.

"Swear she so independent."

Trell: Ain't nothing wrong with that though my nigga!

"She pregnant you dumbass!"

Trell: Can't they work 'til like 6 or 7 months?

"I don't want her working period."

Trell: Why nigga? Don't kill lil' mama pride!

"I got money!"

Trell: And? Nigga she want her own money! Just like Heather with her Sorella Boutique!

"That's different nigga!"

Trell: How?

"Heather ain't pregnant!"

Trell: She could be!

"But I know she not! Kaelynn is pregnant nigga!"

Kaelynn: Nigga, stop talking 'bout me.

Kaelynn hit me on top of my head before sitting in my lap. She had on her work uniform and her car keys in her hand.