The Never Ending Life of Thugs and Hood Love

The Never Ending Life of Thugs and Hood Love 1

December 17

Lyric POV (Picture of Lyric)

"Okay, Lyric, on the count of three, I need you to push as hard as you can," the doctor told me.

"1....2....3...."

As soon as I heard the number three, I began pushing. My entire body from my waist down was on fire. I have been in labor for the last 9 hours and not one of my two kids had made an entrance into the world, yet.

"Again, Lyric," the doctor said.

"1....2....3...."

"Uggggggggghhhhhhhhh," I said as I pushed as hard as I possibly could. And the next sound I heard caused tears to flow heavily down my cheeks, mixing with the sweat beds that had formed along side my forehead and cheeks.

"It's a boy, Lyric," Rayven all but yelled into my ear.

"Let me see him," I said as I tried to sit up before another wave of pain hit my stomach.

"Ohh, shit," I said as I yanked both my hands from Brittany and Rayven, who were both in the delivery room with me, and pressed down on my abdominal area as if that would ease or take the pain away completely.

"Take the baby to get cleaned up. There's another one," the doctor ordered one of the many nurses.

"Awwww, it hurts," I said as I began to cry. Never in my life had I felt this much pain all at once. The contractions were 1000 times worse than cramps. This shit made me want to shove my hands up there and pull the other one out.

"Okay. You have to continue pushing, Lyric," Brittany said.

"We're here for you," Rayven reassured me for like the 1000th time already. Since Billy had died, I felt alone, worthless, and miserable. I wondered how in the hell was I going to take care of a kid, and come to find out 2 kids at that, and still keep the drug business going. How was I going to keep up with Brittany and Rayven while being a single parent. And last but not least, how was I going to continue to survive without Billy by my side.

But the answer was easy. With Brittany, Aria, Rayven, and Trina, Shawn, and Jerry (Billy and Brittany daddy), I could do just about anything. When I had cravings in the middle of the nights, someone was there to go to the store for me. Whether I wanted someone to accompany me to a doctor's appointment or not, someone was there to hold my hand. And quite a few times, Shawn came with me to quote-on-quote "support his god kids like Billy would've wanted him to."

Billy... The love of my life. The reason that I got up every morning. My sole purpose of living. Billy had died exactly 1448 days ago. 121 months and 3 weeks ago. Billy was running the East Coast. My baby had shit on lock, and didn't plan on giving up the key any time soon, or so we thought.

Come to find out, a niggah named Demetrius wanted my baby's shit. Ya see, the niggah Demetrius had shit on lock down there in Atlanta, so I guess he wanted to spread his wings and fly up North. The bitch niggah should've made sure that his wings were working because he ain't fly no where but to the grave. And sent Billy with him. But if you wanna know all about the past, you gotta go read Thugs and Hood Love so that you can be updated cause now isn't the time to be going backwards. The past is the past, and that's exactly where I plan on leaving it.

"Push," the doctor told me again.

I pushed as if my life depended on it and I heard another set of cries. "It's another boy," the doctor announced to everyone in the room as he held him up to my face.

"A boy? What happened to my niece," Brittany asked the doctor.

"Must've been a mistake. Do you wanna hold him, Lyric," the doctor asked me.