Peyton
I rolled my eyes, and turned over.
"Come on, babe." He urged me. "Just think about it."
"You want me to think about going to our high school reunion?" I asked, laughing. "Hell, nahh."
"Come on, love." King urged me even more, tickling my sides. "It's been years. We're doing way better than all of them put together."
(He plays for the LA Lakers)
"So?" I said. "I don't wanna see any of your ex- girlfriends."
"When we were in high school, you had to see them anyway." He said, and I sighed. "Please, Peyton?"
"Who's gonna watch Makhi?"
(Their son, age four)
"Umm, anyone?" he laughed.
"I'm serious, K."
"We could bring him with us." He said. "Let him stay with one pair of his grandparents."
He pressed his lips against my neck. "And we could stay in a hotel or something, if you know what I mean."
I smirked, and said. "I don't want anymore kids, K..."
"Not yet," he smiled. "But, soon you will."
Heaven help me.
EJ
"Jaylen!" I called out door my son, and he ran into the room.
"Yea?"
"What you doing?" I asked.
"Watching Xpert Thief videos," he grinned, and his braces showed.
(He's a popular Youtuber that also plays games like GTA5 and video tapes it)
I rolled my eyes. "You need a life, man."
He giggled. "I have a life, dad."
"Yea... sure." I said, walking out of the bedroom and downstairs. I checked the time, and it read 3:04.
Bre won't be home until like 5:30. So, what are we gonna do until then??
"What's today, Jay?"
"Uhhh... the 14th, I think."
"Of what month?" I asked.
"March," he groaned, knowing what was next.
"And, you know what that means," I laughed. "Little League tryouts tomorrow."
"Yay," he said sarcastically, and I laughed again.
He is one of those sports types, and always has been. But, he only plays basketball and football. He has nothing to do during the off season, and will do nothing if you let him.
So, I'm making him do baseball for a year to see if he like it.
He's six years old, and he has nothing but time and opportunity.
**
I just put Jaylen to bed, and the time read 10:09.
Where tf is Breasia?
Just as I was thinking this, a car pulled into the driveway.
She's got a lot of explaining to do. I walked to the door, an pulled it open. I was surprised by what I saw: this girl brought a nigga up in my house.
So, me and Bre aren't together. We keep trying, but it doesn't work. Sure, she can date whoever. But, don't be bringin' none of them up in my house.
"Breasia?!" I asked. "Do you know what time it is?!"
"Nigga, it's not even late." she said, words slurred.
"You were supposed to be home four hours ago." I said. "We were worried about you."
"Man, leave me alone." She growled. "I'm grown, TF?"
"Yea, IK." I mumbled, then I looked at the guy who she was with. He looked familiar. "Who's this?"
"Oh, yea!" she laughed. "Langston, this is my stupid ass baby daddy, EJ. EJ, this is my bæ, Langston."
"Nice to meet you." I said, and he nodded.
I looked at her agin, and realized something. "Did you pick up Brandon from Prod's?"
"Oh yea." she giggled. "I knew I forgot something."
"Did you even call them?"
"Did you?!" she yelled.
"Are you drunk?"
"Maybe," she disappeared up the stairs with him on her tail.
I shook my head, and walked over to the house phone. I dialed Prod's house number.
It rang twice, and he answered. "Bre! Where are you?!"
"Prod, this is EJ."
"Oh, what's up, man?" he said, and I could tell it was bittersweet. We only talk at work, and even then it's strictly professional.
"What's up?" I answered. "Listen, IDK what's wrong with Bre, but she came home toasted a minute ago. I'm omw to pick up Brandon, aight?"
He laughed. "Aight... seems like you got a handful."
"From what I hear, you got one, too." I laughed back.
"Yea, well." he said. "Especially when Bre comes over. Them women get to fightin'..."
I laughed, imagining it. "Aight, man. I'm coming. Be there in twenty."
"Aight, bye."
We hung up, and I walked upstairs. I grabbed a suitcase, and put two outfits each for me, Jaylen, and Brandon in it.
I don't want my son around that drama. And Brandon is like my son, too.
I put the suitcase in my trunk, and started the car up.
I went to Jaylen's room, and shook him. He stirred slightly, and I picked him up.
I started to walk down the stairs, and heard Bre behind me.
"Where are you going?"
"To a hotel until you get your shit together," I said simply.
"Your not taking my son anywhere." She said.
"You didn't care about him earlier." I walked to the stairs. "And, he's my son, too."
"Man, whatever." She slammed the phone behind me, and I checked to make sure I had everything.
I put Jaylen in the back seat, and backed out of the driveway.
"Dad?" I heard him groan, sleepy.
"Yea?" I answered.
"Why's mom acting like that?"
"IDK, Jay." I shook my head. "I wish I did."
Myles
B- Well, you gon' press play, or nahh?
M- Uh, yea.
I grabbed it in my hand, and pressed the play button. It was silent at first, then a familiar voice filled the room.
Hey, baby! Miss me? Yea, IK. Anyways, I just wanted to catch up. To tell you that I'm doing great, and I'm not suicidal anymore. I've decided that I had no reason to be. I met a new nigga, and got a new clique of friends, since both of my old ones were so bad for me.
Don't feel bad, MyMy. I still love you, boo. You were my first love, and I'll never forget you... mostly because Imma need you to play this child support.
B- Oh hell, nahh!! (vine voice) You want me ta' handle dis bitch! Imma have to get my glock, this bitch got me fucked up...
M- Got you fucked up?
B- Hehehe, I meant you.
M- Mm hmm.
Naw, I was just playing I've never had kids. I haven't even had one stable relationship. Until recently. For the past year or so, I've been dating this cool guy named Khalil.
He treats me right. I'm happy. You should be happy for me.
I am happy. Is it because she's okay, or because she's happy?
Anyways, that's not what I wanted. I just wanted to talk. Meet me at the Chipotlé down the street Sunday at 2:30. We've gotta talk.
Bye, for now, babe. ;)
~End of recording~
M- Do you know what this means?
B- Better pussy?
M- My baby is back! I can talk about this, and get her back. That nigga she wit' don't hold it down like I could.
B- Mm hmm, whatever you say.
M-I just need to talk to her, then it'll be alright... Right?
Alani
I stood at the door, waiting to see if I should ring it or not.
I checked the time on my watch. Sunday, 2:31.
Perfect.
I decided to go for it. I mean, why not?
The bell rang, and I heard the echo go through the house.
Then, footsteps leading to the door. It soon opened, and a pretty woman stood there before me.
"Yea, how can I help you?"
"Hey, I'm Alani." I shook her hand. "We've got to talk; it's about Myles."
Jordyn
"Chris, stop!" I laughed, and he continued to butterfly and french kiss my skin. "OMG, please?!"
Then, I heard a knock on the door. "Yea?" he answered.
"Can I come in," Raymani asked.
He sighed, and climbed off of me. "Yep."
She skipped into the room, with a purple tutu on and matching ribbons in her curls.
"Lol, you look adorable baby," I smiled.
"IK," she said, twirling.
"Cocky much?" Chris laughed.
"No." she giggled.
I looked at the two of them playing together, and thought about what he told me a few months ago.
He's always wanted kids of his own, and I love him a whole lot. I wasn't ready before, because my career was taking off. But, there'll always be fans.
They might even support out baby. I've made my decision.
"Hey, babe." I said.
"Yea?" He asked, looking up from the coloring book he was scribbling in with 'Mani.
"I'm ready," I said.
"For?" he laughed.
"Kids," I said. "A family."
He looked into my eyes, searching if I was lying. I nodded, and he smiled big.
Then, he got up and started dancing. "Guess what, 'Mani?!"
"What?" she laughed.
"You're gonna have a brother or sister!!" he smiled, and she joined in dancing with him, and I laughed.
They looked like Harlem Shake dancers, and it was hilarious.
"Come join in, mommy."
"Oh, no." I shook my head. "I'm good."
"No, you're not," Chris laughed, pulling me to my feet. "Join the fun... mommy."
Best family moment ever.
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Short filler.
~Recap~
Who will Peyton see at the reunion? What do you think of King?
What is wrong with Bre? Does she still care about life? About her kids?
Will EJ have to take custody of his son, and Prod have to keep his for good?
Is Myles going to get her back, like he says? Will he ever tell her about Brandon? What about Khalil?
What is Alani going to tell Jaïmyn about Myles?
Is Jordyn ready to start a family with Chris? What will Ray think of that?
Find out these and others!!
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