Rapper Imagines

Band Hunta Izzy

Y/n pov

Sitting at my desk going over my paperwork I glance over at this one picture that stood out.

Izaiah. The loml. He was gunned down 2 years ago coming home to me. I was yelling at him on the phone about not being here with me and as soon as he got in his car...2 blocks later at a red light a car pulled up and shots were fired. He was found with 2 shots to the chest and was declared dead at the scene. That day broke me completely. Everyone felt as if I set him up. That it was MY fault. I just wanted him to come spend time with me. I didn't know that would be the last time we talked. If I could go back I would change that entire day. Interrupting my thoughts I heard my baby cry.

Y/n: hey mamas what the matter ?
What they didn't know was my crying and screaming that day was my hormones. I was 3 months pregnant with twins. I desperately wanted to be up under him. Losing him put me into a deep depression.
They wouldn't even let me go to his funeral . All I had left of him was pictures and these two beautiful little girls.
Ariyanna and Aubrianna💓.
When I was 6 months pregnant because of my depression I almost lost my babies.
Y/n come on let's go downstairs so we don't wake your sister.
Sitting Ariyanna down in her rocker chair and cutting on Powerpuff Girls. She was addicted from the day I cut it on. I mean I was putting it on for me them liking it was a bonus.
Y/n: u hungry mamas ?

Doorbell rings

What theee fuck? It's just been me and my girls so who would be at my door. Getting up I walk up to the door.
Y/n: who is it?
Looking through the peep hole I see the back of someone's head. A man's head to be specific. Even though I couldn't see him he looked so familiar. I opened the door and just started for a moment.
Y/n: I think you have the wrong house
He starts to turn around.
Him: hey babygirl...
Y/n: IZAIAH??!

To be continued.....