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[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 218

Next Morning

Chris

Lane cuts his eyes at me. "Shut up, Chris."

"Lane I'm not even talking. Leave me alone, nigga."

"I say shut up." He snaps. "Go to beach, Uncle Chris."

I stand up. This boy isn't going to shut up until we at the beach. I call my baby mama again to see where she was. I really didn't want her knowing where I would be for the next few days. I text her the address anyway. She can meet me and Lane at the beach house. It's a really nice big beach house. I think it sleeps like 20 people or so.

"Ma?" I say walking through the house.

"Her right there!" Lane yells from behind me. "Ma Joy."

I hear her chuckle then she says. "Lane what do you want?"

"Chris." Lane points at me. "You baby, Chris."

"My baby is Chris?" She asks as I walk in the room. "He is so smart. What, Chris?"

"You pack his bag?"

She takes a bag out the trash can. "I did not. You know how to pack a bag Chris."

"I'll call Cammie." I say taking out my phone.

"What?" She snaps.

I walk into Lane's room. "So what do I pack for the beach?"

"Chris you called me to ask me..."

"For Lane, man." I interrupt her bitching.

She sucks her teeth. "He has a bag already packed. I never unpacked it."

"No, Uncle Chris." Lane says pushing me out his closet. "I do it."

"Lane said he gonna pack his own bag."

"You playing but he will." Cammie says. "Anything else Chris?"

"Sorry." I say.

She sucks her teeth again. "No? Okay."

I sigh. "Alright Cammie."

She hangs up the phone. That shit got me in my feelings, man. Rarely does Cammie actually be mad at me. I mean she always mad enough to fuss but never mad enough to go off on my ass then not speak to me. Cursing me out usually fixes things. I watch Lane in the closet as he climb up on the shelves looking for clothes. Like the kid actually was taking his time looking at each shirt to see if he likes it. He is too much. It looks like Cammie designed the closet so that he could pick out his own clothes.

"Okay, Lane. That's enough shirts. Get some shorts." I say pointing.

"Okay okay." Lane says going to the other side.

Someone touches my back. "Good morning."

"Hi, Nanma!" Lane yells climbing down.

"Hey, big boy." She says picking him up.

I kiss her cheek. "Good morning."

"Where are you going?" April asks looking at the clothes.

"The beach." Lane yells. "And Royal too."

April kisses him. "Royalty? Who is Royalty?"

Lane frowns like he didn't fucking know. "Uncle Chris know her."

"Uncle Chris daughter?" April asks. Lane nods his head.

Oh I though he said I know her. I chuckle. This kid is like no other. He must have been frowning at April because she should have known who Royalty was. April turns to the closet then start helping Lane reach his clothes to pick them out. I turn around to the door. I thought I heard some yelling. I step out into the hall.

"Daddy!" Royalty yells.

I smile then go to the front of the house. Royalty is running out of the kitchen full speed. I hold up my arms.

"What are you doing? How you get here?" I say picking her up as she reaches me.

"In the car."

I shake my head. Not literally how. "In the car?"

"Thank you." Amber says closing the front door. "Package!"

"What are you doing woman?" I ask walking to Amber.

She walks towards the kitchen. "I just took the package from the UPS guy. I'm walking."

"Don't be literal as well."

"April!" Amber snaps sitting the package down. She cuts it open.

I look at the name. "That's not even yours."

Royalty stops hugging me and wiggles to get down. "This Lane's house?"

"Yes." I say putting her down.

"Lane, here?" She asks running away without an answer. "Lane!"

I look behind me. "Me and Trey always joked around about having kids at the same time. Like... aye this is weird."

"Chris." Amber says digging in the box. "A new breast pump? Cammie so lame."

"Amber." April says walking into the kitchen and looking into the box. "Good she listened to me and got a new pump. Why does it look like this?"

"Cause she boogie." Amber laughs walking out.

I follow behind her. "How the hell did you get Royalty man?"

Amber falls on the bed. "Just so happened to run into them. Royalty came up to me yelling..."

"Daddy!" Royalty yells from the hallway.

"Go in there, girl." Lane says.

I turn around. Lane pushes Royalty into the room by her butt. She stumbles into the room then runs over to me. He can't be abusing my daughter like that. She comes over to me. Well we not going to get much done if she don't leave me. Lane comes into the room carrying two juice boxes. He holds it up in the air.

"Royal." He says. "Here you box."

"Thank you." She says reaching like she could get it.

I put her down. "So you ran into them where?"

"Beauty store." Amber says yawning. "Did you and Cammie make up yet? This is exhausting."

"What is exhausting about me and her? What does it have to do with you?"

"Lane." Amber snaps. "Where is my water man?"

Lane makes his eyes big. "What you think?"

"Lane please." Amber says.

"Okay, fine... Am...ber."

She sits up in the bed. Lane walks out of the room followed by Royalty. I doubt he gonna actually come back with the water. Amber giggles then lies back on the bed. I lean over the bed getting in her face. She smiles then sighs.

"Get out my face and fix your relationship."

"Trey in the way." I shrug.

She rolls her eyes. "Oh please."

Lane runs into the room. He puts a water bottle on the bed. "Wait, Nanma!"

"Thank you, Lane." Amber rolls over.

He is too busy to reply. I stand up to find out what he is doing. April is in the living room standing at the TV. She instructs Lane to sit down so the movie can start. They had chips and cookies sitting on the table in front of some little chairs. Royalty hits Lane's seat telling him to sit by her like there's somewhere else to sit. I smile. I think that will soften things up with me and Cammie. I take a picture of them then send it to her saying that it's us in reverse. A little me and a little her. I wish she just curses me out again then forgive me. Make it simple. Hell I still don't know what was going on with Trey.

 Cammie

I couldn't sleep thinking about my baby. I've been up all morning trying not to bother Joyce about Caden. It's just so hard not to. I did call her at 3 in the morning because Caden wakes up at 7 on the East coast. Sure enough she was woke with him. He went back to sleep after only an hour of fussing. He should be waking up about now and staying woke. I gasp looking at my phone. It's April.

"Hello."

"Cammie?" She snaps. "Did your ass get any sleep?"

I sigh. "No."

She sighs as well. "Lane go get your brother's milk. No. Bring it back here, Lane."

"Okay, Nanma." I hear him yell.

"Chris needs to go ahead and take them to the beach. Chris?"

Chris comes close. "This a good bottle, Ma?"

"Yes." April snaps.

"Okay, we about to go. You sure you not gonna come?" Chris says a bit hopeful.

April chuckles. "That's why you still here? No Chris. I'm feeding my angel then going to sleep."

"But you can't go to sleep on him." Chris whines.

"His aunt is here. Go on out my face."

It gets quiet. April chuckles to herself. The phone hangs up then it rings again. I answer the video call. Caden was holding the bottle to his mouth. He starts slapping the bottle with the other hand.

"Is he mad at the new bottle?" I giggle. "Oh my gosh. I'm about to find a flight home."

April turns the camera to her. "Don't you come here without first addressing the reason you there. I don't remember getting a phone call about the conversation."

"He is acting normal." I shrug.

"Cammie." She frowns.

I sigh. "Okay, April."

"Disrespectful." April says as if she talking to a baby. "Yes she is Caden."

"Bye." I say about to hang up til I thought about my mama. "Why is my mama suddenly coming to Cali talking about some spending time with me?"

"Isn't that what you want, Baby?"

I suck my teeth.  "Why is she doing it? To compete with you?"

"She shouldn't have to. I'm just your mother in law." She says suggestively.

"Okay, then."

She chuckles. "Call me... no you call Porsha."

"Okay." I say hanging up.

I sigh looking around the kitchen. I had cooked breakfast for Trey. I don't think he went to sleep at all last night. He is annoying like that. Just sat there on his phone. All night. I make him some breakfast then take it into the room where he was now on the computer. He smiles at the computer then puts it to the side. Oh maybe he was smiling at me.

"Morning." He says low.

"Tremaine." I snap sitting the tray down. "Is that the loudest you can talk?"

He nods his head. "Unfortunately."

I suck my teeth. "You should have been resting instead of being up all night."

He nods his head then reaches for the plate of food. I stand there watching him with my hands on my hips. He really does piss me off. He eats some of the food then he reaches towards me suddenly smacking my arm down from my hip. I frown. He pushes the laptop towards me. I roll my eyes. He pushes it more then he raises his eyebrows. I grab it. I smile. There was a big picture of our wedding. I press the play button on the PowerPoint. It starts talking.

"I know that my apologies are starting to sound like reruns of colorless soundless motion pictures so I'll let my acts be the apology and my words be the reminder of how much you mean to me. It's not about my promise to you but the one you made to me. The promise I take advantage of. I know you rather be with our son and I know he needs you way more than I do. But in this moment I just want to be selfish. I appreciate you and you will always be the one that taught me how to love and how to respect being loved. I look toward to our not so pleasant conversation that will follow my voice coming back." His voice says over the computer.

"You could have said all of that to me if you recorded it."

He shows me his phone. It was a conversation between him and someone. There was a long text. He was asking the person to record the message using his voice sample. I chuckle. So it wasn't really his voice, well. It wasn't him talking.

"Okay, Tremaine." I say. "Until we have our conversation."

"I need to be in New York." He says softly.

I shake my head. "No. Only place you flying is LA. Should have fucking thought about that before you ran around here like a fool. No."

"Lip sync."

"No. You didn't even sleep last night. Do I have to say no again?"

He sighs then takes his phone out.

Trey: Well you tell all the fucking people waiting to see me that.

"It's a free concert anyway. You lose money going to it. It's promotional."

He makes a face then eats his food without anymore arguing. Like we not about to go in circles. You did what you did so you pay the fucking consequences. End of story. I leave out of the room and go to the kitchen to make him some hot tea. Get this big baby voice back. He just keeps fighting his body. How are you supposed to heal if you fighting everything that will make you better? When I go home and leave his ass then he will be acting like I'm being unreasonable. I jump. Trey had scared the shit out of me. He chuckles deeply then wraps his arms around me. I fall for it every time.

"You right." He whispers.

"I'm glad you see that, Tremaine."

He picks the tea box up reading it. I look at his face. He tries to straighten it up before I could see the expression he was making. I'm not even going to fight with him about the tea. He puts it down then he hugs me again.

"I'm not wasting this tea if you not going to drink it, Lane." I snap.

"I will." He says in my ear.

He kisses my ear slowly then my neck. I push him away from me. No. I always let him erase my anger with his sweet kisses and sex. He needs to rest and get better so I can go home to my baby. He has until tonight. I'm leaving for sure in the morning.

"Morning, bitches." Kirven says walking into the kitchen. "Aye, Rollie said that he will see you at the beach in the morning. He went to get his daughter. This breakfast for everybody?"

"Yes." I say. "Wait let me get mine first."

I move away from Trey to get something to eat. Forrest is going to be up soon and I'm not fighting men for food. I sit it on the counter looking at Trey. He had put the tea bag in the hot water I made for him. He picks my plate up and nods his head towards the room. I sigh. We do have to have an unpleasant conversation about his week and his depression. We need to do something about that. Maybe I should pull one of his moves and have a therapist come in and talk with him. I'll see where our conversation goes later today.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 144

Cammie

Trey makes a face at me. "Love you."

"Why can't you stay on the phone?"

"I told you, Jay. Bye." he says covering the screen.

He normally does it until I hang up. Today I'm not hanging up. Like I just don't feel like believing that he is 100% faithful today. It's all according to what he does and says. Like he never talks to me as he is getting ready or when his new stylist is around. I hate that. Or the fact that he never video chats me when other people are around. It all makes me wonder. I stare at the blank screen until he moves his hand.

"Jay, Baby?"

"Hmm?"

He sighs. "Here. Talk to CiCi."

I suck my teeth. "No, Tremaine."

"Hey, Cammie."

"Hey." I huff.

She giggles. "Okay then bye."

She doesn't actually hang up. Instead she smiles at the camera then sits it down. She carefully props it up so that I could see Trey fumbling through the clothes. Some lady comes up holding a shirt. He turns back to what he is doing. She brings him something else. He holds it up then holds it out to CiCi who folds it across her arm. Okay, I'm done with this. I hang up. That was boring as shit.

"Hey, Bay." Sevyn says walking in. "Let's walk downstairs."

"I only have a few minutes."

She gestures to me to follow her. I remove my top shirt and replace it with the one I wear downstairs. I've been doing this so much I have a routine now. I even know everyone that works in the café. I'm super glad no one is stunting me.

"Hey, Cammie." someone says excited.

"Um, hey." I say catching up with Sevyn.

Amber looks at me and smile. "What are you thinking about?"

"Like I seriously hate this life."

"Why?" she says stopping in front of a door.

I pause when she starts to enter the room. "Cause... Why we going in here?"

She grabs my hand. "You have an amazing life, Bae. Listen, in a few weeks, you will be home with your perfect family and you will be saying it all different. Trust me."

"Yeah." I shrug looking around the room. "What is this?"

"Something Trey setup." April says smiling extra hard.

"Oh." I say numb.

April touches my hand. "Just say hey and leave if you want. They understand."

The room was filled with roses and only a few people. I feel so nervous for some reason. I mean that maybe what I feel. I just know the numbness is greater than anything. MiMi comes up to me.

"Stop acting like my breast stank." she whines checking herself.

"I meant to tell you MiMi." Sevyn whispers moving her from me. "We have food. Please say you already ate so I can eat the fruit by myself."

I take a shallow deep breath. "Hey, everyone."

It's MiMi, Sevyn, Hidia, Leah, April, and Teyanna. Teyanna looks up from her phone when I speak. She comes over to me then smiles.

"I'm reposting some of your pictures as relationship goals."

"What picture?"

She smiles. "Bitches came all the way to my snap to hate."

I take her phone. "Pictures of me?"

"Oh." she says grabbing the phone back. "Your husband breaking hearts on Twitter, SnapChat, everything. Here is him and Lane on Snapchat making breakfast. Then it's videos of you guys fighting over the camera. So cute. What I love is the Instagram panel of your face. Takes up the whole screen."

"What is that man's problem?" I say.

"Well he explained minutes before blowing everything up with your face."

I watch the video of him singing. He stops then starts talking about how he missed me. I have never know Trey to be so open about anything. He is trying to prove a point with this. I've always been here and there on his page. It's his page. Not really much about me. Now he goes and puts my face all over his page.

"Damn, did he cheat on me?"

"Why would you think that first?" MiMi says. "He misses you."

I go to the buffet table. "MiMi shut up with that Yana save my life bullshit."

MiMi kisses my cheek. "Anyway, how is the man upstairs?"

"God? Oh he cool."

"I hate you." MiMi snaps walking away.

I turn to them. "Y'all I swear I don't feel like being happy. I'm glad y'all love me."

"Yeah, we know you Cammie." Hidia says. "I'm just glad I was included cause like damn I get left out of everything like I don't stay in Atlanta."

"Awh, boohoo." MiMi says.

Hidia laughs. "Damn, I was convinced."

April hugs me. "How is the baby doing this morning? I've been trying to give you your space. I know those nurses are already annoying."

"I mean for real. Like I have to get permission to touch my baby. I don't." I say eating a banana. "Well, I'm going back upstairs."

"Girl, you make me scared to be doing this all over after so many years."

I glance at Leah. Why was that needed? "Don't let me be your guide."

April moves towards the door. "I'll walk you back upstairs."

"Yes, before I lose my support with this cloud of sorrow."

"I love you, Bae." Teyanna says. "Can I come see the baby?"

I turn around and smile. "Yes, of course. Come see him."

"Caden what?"

"Caden Elijah." I smile.

Leah frowns. "I saw the little bundle this morning for the first time. I cried so hard for so long. He is so precious. I can't take it. I'm ready for you to be busy and need a quick sitter."

"Leah, she is married. No quickies." MiMi snaps.

"Love you." Amber says.

April and I leave. "I'm glad you came down."

"I'm so gloomy right now. Leah was making me mad with her drama."

"I know. She is pregnant you and I both know she meant no harm."

I roll my eyes. "All of them wanted me to feel good about this. I can't. I can't even get around thinking he done something negative. I'm screwed up."

"With reason."

"April."

"I'm trying to be supportive, damn it."

I giggle. "Oh, yes, continue."

All she does is smile at me. April has been very supportive. I hate that I'm so attached from everyone. It seems like no one truly understands how I feel. My youngest baby boy is stuck in the hospital with tubes everywhere that I know are uncomfortable. My oldest is thousands of miles away with my love. Nothing is going my way.

  Chris

"Hey, Chrissy." Sevyn says.

"Amber Ass."

She giggles. "I know my ass brown thanks."

I lay back on the bed. "Things are fucked up around here."

"Are they? Trey seems to be fine."

"And when did you figure this out when he talking to Cammie, the person that fucking makes everything gold? How many times you been pissed off and Cammie makes it all good by smiling at you? Anyway, shit not all good."

Sevyn makes a sad face. "Yeah, and Cammie going through a lot. The baby is doing better. Gaining weight."

"I thought I was ready for a baby but the shit is no walk in the park."

"No, it's not."

She gets extremely silent. We stare at each other saying anything. I initially came to Europe to help out. Now I see that the only thing good for Trey is to get back to the other half of his family. He has Lane here which will really help him.

"We went out last night. I won't do that again."

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. "Well, Trey... Don't worry about."

"What happened?"

"Nothing." I say looking away.

I shouldn't have started that statement. The problem is that Trey is too stressed to be in the company of pretty available women. I didn't like how friendly he was being with them. I believe that the night could have possibly ended with him and so random girl. I could tell he wanted freedom from all of this. Maybe a night where he no longer had the responsibility of a family on top of everything. I started acting drunk and making him mad. Eventually we left the club where I instantly sobered up but I started talking about Lane and how he waiting up for us, which is true. He knows Trey was gone.

"Christopher!"

"Hmm?" I say focusing on her.

"You got to tell me."

I lie too easily. "Trey has been having a bad attitude. Almost fought this person. Plus Lane was up waiting for him."

It's not my place to put that burden on her. She shouldn't have to hide that. It's more understandable for a man to hide a man's secrets. Trey wouldn't ever forgive me if I fucked up his marriage. I wouldn't forgive myself.

"Aye, I danced with this big booty hoe." I say to Sevyn.

"I kissed this big booty joe."

I laugh. "Sound like a faggot."

She rolls her eyes. "Trey setup this small dinner for Cammie. We expected her to reject the idea but it was so fucking hard to actually witness. I wanted to reach out and take all her pain away. It's like she is blanked by grief."

"Yeah, I heard from Trey."

"Is that why he blowing up the internet with her?"

I shrug. "I missed that."

"It's all over his Instagram and everything. Cammie feels like he did it just because he cheating on her."

"Why would she think that?" I say freaking out on the inside.

Sevyn shrugs. "She is fragile. She could think anything."

I breathe deeply. "She should voice it to him."

"No, she shouldn't." Sevyn snaps. "She gets a little happy when she talks to him. There is no need to bring in frustration. Imma go talk to her. Call me back in a little while."

"Don't hang up."

She stares at the phone. "What?"

I sit up. "How are you doing? Trey and Cammie aren't the only ones in the world."

"I'm going good." She smiles.

"What are we doing after Trey returns to America?"

"Going to Florida right? I ordered this cute new bathing suit."

"Where we going we gonna be swimming naked."

She giggles. "It's that secluded?"

I nod. "We haven't done something together in a while. I got a lot of stuff planned."

"Chris, I really think you grew a lot. I hate so many people had to deal with the other you. I like the improvement."

"Thanks." I say smiling more on the inside.

"I'm being serious though. I know I got issues and all so I don't know where this will end up but I'm glad we tried... Trying it."

I raise my eyebrows. "I am too."

"Trey only has 4 days."

"That's it?"

She nods. "Yeah."

The room door opens. "Aye, these bitches... You on the phone?"

"Go ahead." Sevyn says kissing at me. "Call me back."

"Nope." I say looking at him.

He stands there silent then kicks back into monster mode. "They want me to close the show instead of it going like it was. So I will only be on stage for 2 songs. One of which is me and Nicki song. They got me fucked if they think I'm doing that shit."

"The fuck?"

"Exactly." he retorts. "They supposed to be bringing in some fucking British brat in. I ain't getting pushed back."

I stand up. "Aye, look. I know you committed to this and everything but you not needed here."

"What?"

"Go home before you fuck something up."

He gives me a cold look. "Let these bitches win by running home. Fuck no."

I didn't want the anger turned on me. "So what you want? Go on stage anyway at your time?"

"I'm thinking that. Let them ruin the show by taking me off."

"Fuck them."

He stares at me. I stand there looking back at him. I gave him the best way out of the shit. I'm going to keep thinking of other ways to get this man home tomorrow. I'm going to come up with something. But for this moment it's me and him against them. Lane neutralizes the rage of Trey by entering the room. He was carrying some index cards.

"That say Daddy?"

"Jump."

Lane shuffle the cards in his little hand. "That say?"

"Could."

"That say, Chris?" Lane says walking to me. "No, say that. That say?"

I chuckle. "Purple."

Lane hands me the card. "I not like purple. You like purple?"

"Yeah."

"That say?"

"Apple. A."

He flips the card over. "It red, Chris?"

"Yes."

Trey walks out of the room. I follow. He is picking up the cards that Lane had scattered around the floor. Lane runs in the room to help him. I pick the ones up by my feet. That little boy is saving Trey right now. Lane makes him laugh. He grabs him and tickle him messing all the cards up again.

"Damn it." Lane says looking at the pile. "All my words."

"Son." Trey says then laughs.

Lane starts trying to fix them. "I do it."

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 142

Trey

CiCi sticks her head in the door and point to her ear. "It's Cammie?"

"Bring me my damn phone." I retort.

"Okay." she says closing the door than opening it.

I snatch it from her without thinking about it. Why would you ask me if I wanted to talk to my wife. I know I said don't disturb me no matter what but you should know I wasn't talking about her. This fucking day has been going backwards ever since the power in the hotel went out and I had to move across town. I liked the hotel I was in.

"Tremaine!"

"Hey, Jay." I smile instantly at her joyful face.

She looks around the room. "Caden is the same weight that he was the day before yesterday."

"So what?"

"He is slowly gaining weight."

I smile. "You did that."

She smiles harder. "He slept for a long time last night. Everyone was gathering around and kept checking his machines. They didn't know why he wasn't waking up to eat. I believe it was a whole 8 hours of constant unresponsive sleep. He didn't want to be bothered."

"Poor little man wanted you. What is he doing right now?"

"Sleep. He kinda waking up every 2 hours. Last time he only slept for 30 minutes and he was hungry again. My boobs hurting." she says looking down. "Wanna see them? They're all swollen."

I chuckle. "Of course I want to see em."

She lowers the camera on her chest. "He is only eating a little bit and they are producing too much milk. I have been pumping and storing. The lady down the hall has also been using some of my milk."

"What?"

"Yeah." she nods. "She can't produce any milk for some reason. Not my business."

"You should be selling it then."

She laughs. "No, Tremaine."

I smile. "Cam Milk. High quality unfiltered. Or unpasteurized."

"You in a good mood this morning."

"I swear to you I wasn't before I talked to you. Nicki's team is pissing me off. I may not highlight the show but I ain't about to get treated like a roadie."

She sucks her teeth. "I hate her manager. Nicki don't even act like they portray her when she not around."

"So you know?"

"I did a video with her. I told her never again until she under new management. She knows cause we still cool after all that."

I look at her titties. "You need a bigger shirt."

"I want Caden to feel as much as me as possible." she smiles.

"I need to feel a little bit of you."

She has the most uplifting smile. "I belong to Caden plus you can't touch me for about two years."

"2? Huh?"

"Not having kids for a while."

I yawn. "I don't know. I want a girl."

"Not now!"

"Did I tell you about the doula?"

"No, Maine. What about the doula?"

"One came by with a baby and diapers and shit. I had to practice holding it, burping it, and changing the diaper. Next I have to attend this black fathering meeting. I don't know if that's in the states or not."

She laughs. "Sounds like some American shit. Was the baby real?"

"No. It was tiny and felt real. She also got Lane involved. He told her that the baby wasn't real so it doesn't poop. He also tried to give it CPR."

"CPR?"

I nod. "Yes. I don't know. He pushed its chest and started counting."

Cammie laughs really hard. "Don't make me cry. He did not do that."

"Ask Buggiz. He crazy, Jay."

"That's your son. He learned that somewhere."

I shrug. "I couldn't tell you where. Chris says he coming to Europe in a few days. I tried to convince him to chill at home and out of trouble. He never listens."

"His dumbass. He sent me a dead flower talking about RIP to your insides."

"The fuck?"

She rolls her eyes. "I thought the same until I realized the flower was chocolate under the fake flower pedals."

"Stupid ass joke."

"It is."

She turns the camera so I could see the baby stretching his skinny legs out. He starts moving his hands in erratic motions working up a cry. But the only thing comes out is a little sound. He dramatic for no reason. He kicks his feet a little more than makes his arrival to the woke world noticeable. He yells louder this time. Cammie sits the phone down on something.

"You think you mad now." she says. "Wait til you no longer have this perfectly quiet sleeping area. Then what little guy?"

"He stopped with that tiny cry."

Cammie picks up the phone and shows me him breastfeeding. "He is too busy to do all of that."

"I'm hating."

Cammie laughs. "This won't be yours for another 5 months. He is 3 weeks old."

"Is he?"

"He was a week when you left. You have been gone for 2 weeks and a couple days."

I shake my head. "That's a long time of no titty action. Me and Caden will talk."

Cammie smiles. "Not about me you won't. Where is my first born?"

"With Forrest."

"Caden's little stomach barely had anything." Cammie says. "He is sleep once again."

I close my eyes. "He do..."

"Tremaine, I love you."

"Love you too."

"Just falling asleep on the phone." I hear Cammie say.

I try to open my eyes but my body was refusing to be woken. I just let myself fall asleep thinking about Cammie.

  Alex

"Hey, Cammie."

"Hey."

I flip through the pages of the search results. "I wanted to see how you were doing."

"As good as expected I reckon."

"Right." I stand up from the computer. "This is like a business call so Imma get to it cause... I just can't turn it off when it's business. I got a block on your name and any mention of your name on any of those popular blogs. I know a lot of shit has been in the news about your sudden disappearance from the social world and Trey's partying in Europe."

"Partying?"

I look out of the large living room window. "Allegedly. They're blogs for God's sake. I just figured you rather not see the bullshit."

She sucks her teeth. "I supposed to have a person for that. So what's the business aspect of this conversation?"

"Oh that's the business."

It gets quiet for a few seconds. "So... What's going on with you that got you so bored you want to care about someone else?"

"I would be offended if you weren't a bitch."

"Hidia told me about your man problems. You stopped acting mighty yet?"

"When will I ever?" I laugh. "How is the baby?"

"He is improving."

I sigh. "You know if you need representation..."

She giggles. "I won't be calling family for it. Just kidding. I don't know how you would be able to handle Trey and his business side. His mother has someone that is familiar with his anal ass so I think that would be better."

"Is he that bad?"

"Yes." she says.

Someone knocks at my door. I look towards it like I could see who it is. I grab my house coat that barely can be called clothing.

"Someone's at my door. I'll talk to you another time." I say.

"Thank you."

"No problem."

We hang up the phone with that. I saw something in my email from her ex. That's what got me intrigued. I could have cared less before that. Like I stated I'm not about to watch my family get drag for no apparent reason. Keem needs to realize that she moved on completely and I'm not on his side.

"Why would you open the door like that?" Jamaal says walking in the house with his eyes on me.

"Cause I knew you were coming." I say sarcastically.

He hands me a small box. "I would have preferred nothing interrupting my view if it were for me."

"I'll remember that next time I invite you to my house."

"I wanted to thank you for saving me."

"Your father must not have been in your life as a kid. Poor thang. No wonder you so sissified."

He gets mad. "My father is the same as my mother. Fuck you, Alex."

I open the small box. I close the box then open it again. I have this collection of odd shaped raw pearls that sit in a clam shell on my fireplace. Jamaal gave me a big pearl that has no shape what so ever. It was also the biggest that I own. I sit it in the clam shell. It stands out from the rest because of its shape, size, and color. Unlike the ones I have this one is from the ocean. It isn't pure white. It's imperfect and I love it.

"Thank you."

"I won the bet." he says.

I turn to look at him. "You did not. She said how she was going to use my ideas. She also said that someone from her team was going to connect me about a conference like I setup for my father. You saw how impressed she was after she found out I was behind his image."

"She still didn't sign you."

I turn to the pearl. "Where did you get this from?"

"A place. A place where humans exist. A place not underwater. Currently."

"Shut up."

Jamaal touches me. I jump a bit from being startled. It was unexpected and definitely unwelcome. He had put his hands on my waist. For a second or two longer I contemplate whether or not I actually wanted him touching me. The thought wasn't what he was touching me for. Cause, you know, I'm fucking irresistible. When you add sexy lingerie and a sheer housecoat it's obvious what he is thinking. I take his hands off of me.

"So you give me a pearl and think it's open season?" I say turning around.

Of course he is still right there in my face. His rapidly moving eyes never actually reach my face though. The fact that he doesn't say anything makes it a bit awkward. Leaves me to my thoughts of what exactly it would be like to fuck him sober.

"Okay." I say moving him back. "Stand over there if you just gonna stare."

He grabs my wrist as I'm dropping it back to my side. Am I gonna have to reject this man's weak as advances until he decides to give up and accept defeat? I go to remove my hand from his grip but he tightens it then pull me to him. My body crashes into his like a rubber recoiling after being stretched. It throws me off enough for him to make his advances more than that of a college boy. He kisses me with one hand on my ass and the other on my back. Momentarily I forgot that it was Jamaal. He moves his hand towards my pussy and that sudden realization that it's Jamaal fades away yet again. It's fucking irrelevant that it's Jamaal. I don't give a fuck.

"No, my pictures." I say as my back touches the wall.

"What?"

I point to the painting that hang down like a blanket on the wall. It was literally inches away from me and too fucking expensive to be torn off the wall. Jamaal stares at the picture. When I turn my head to glance at it he sudden lifts me up in the air. I'm dropped, tossed, or placed onto the couch. Either way I want to imagine it, I land on the couch. Jamaal touches my body then starts kissing my breast. I'm not really a 4 play type of person but I let him do whatever he wants. Maybe he so wrapped up in my body he has to kiss it. I chuckle to myself. How fucking swallow of me? He takes his shirt off displaying his tight lean body.

"Oh please put that back on." I say.

"You jealous because my body looks better than this." he says looking down at my body. He slides my panties off.

"Im convinced."

He rubs his hand on my clitoris. I close my eyes. I fucking love to be touched. My pussy fucking loves anything that brushes up against it in the right way. Whether it's my thighs or someone else's body. I open my eyes as Jamaal kisses my clit. Don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with him kissing my pussy. It's just do that on your own time. I like friction. No slow as kiss or whatever else. He smiles really big when I move him back.

"I was waiting." he says positioning his hips between my legs.

"Waiting on what?" I snap.

He rams his full size into me all at once. No worrying or warm up. Just 9 fucking inches of dick rammed into my pussy. I couldn't scream. As I could do was breath. He doesn't pause after that, he does it again.

"I know you don't like all that 4 play." he says.

I had the perfect comeback but it irrelevant in seconds. Only thing I wanted to say is, damn Jamaal knows how to fuck. But I'm not saying that. Fuck. I'll lose a thousand arguments tight now, if he continues to talk shit. He has the fucking right at this moment. I can't argue with the way he is fucking me. I sit up suddenly remembering what I was doing. I push him off of me.

"My fucking father is on his way here."

"You walking around naked with your father on the way? Why are you thinking about your father?"

Why was I suddenly thinking about my father? We both freeze and look towards the door. Oh, I heard the garage. He is bringing my car back that he drove to his meeting after his driver got sick. Jamaal picks up his clothes. I go into my bedroom. Damn. I throw a bra on then a tshirt that was 4 sizes too big for me. I walk into the living room. My father is coming through the kitchen.

"Once again you left your mailbox open with mail in it." he says flipping through it.

"Why are you looking through it?" I snap.

Jamaal walks out of the bathroom. "Old dude."

My father looks up. "Jamaal? That's awfully strange."

"Me using the bathroom?" he says pointing behind him.

"Yeah, sure." my father says. "I've avoided your mother enough."

I peek into the kitchen. "Where is my food?"

"You were serious about the food?" he says shocked.

"I reminded you several times. Leave my house." I say falling back on the couch.

He kisses my cheek. "I'll have the driver go get it and bring it back by."

I push him away from me with my foot. "I don't want it anymore. Go home to your wife."

"You sure? I'm going to go get it."

"Don't!"

He makes a sad face. "Okay, good night. Jamaal."

"Good night." I say.

"Where is my little split pea?" my father asks looking around.

"With my mother and father for the weekend."

"Good night." my father says again.

I'm pissed about my food but partially satisfied. "Did I not say good night?"

My father smiles. "Did you, dear?"

"Dad."

"Okay, okay." he says leaving out of the front door. He comes back in and lock the door. "You never lock this door."

"Good night!"

"Love you." he yells back shutting the door.

I blow. I had got distracted staring out the window after talking to my father about him bringing the car back. Then I got distracted by Jamaal and his dick. Good thing that garage often gets jammed and makes a lot of noise getting back on track. I was going to get it fixed but it saved me a lot of embarrassment.

"It's not even night." Jamaal says.

"You still there?" I look around the room for him.

He walks around the couch standing in front of me. His fucking smell made my pussy wet. This can be a bad thing. Good dick rules everything in my life. He may have that little girl and an unusual relationship with my father but it just might not be enough to disqualify him with a stroke like that. I put my foot on his chest and back him up from me. He eyes drop to my pussy. I wasn't trying to show it to him. I was simply telling him to back the hell up. He touches my leg gently. I smirk then stand up. I lean in his face.

"Want me to show you how good I am at using my strap on?"

"You had me for about 1 millisecond." he says then laughs. "The fuck?"

I laugh. "So for a millisecond you were my bitch."

He pushes me back on the couch. "I was about to say some fucking suspect as shit fucking with you."

"Cause you know you wanna be my bitch."

"I like you better silent."

I smirk seductively. "Shut my mouth then."

He smiles a bit then gets on the couch. I'm mentally prepared for him this time. As a result him entering me made me bust. It just might be in my head. I think about something to see whether it was all in my head. It doesn't even work. I couldn't think about nothing but him inside of me.

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Chapter143

One Week Later

Trey

"I got it, Daddy." Lane says moving my hand.

"Be careful."

He takes the scapula scooping up the pancake. He lifts it out of the pan and flip it over into the plate like he was a pro. I cheer for him. He stays concentrated on the other pancakes in the pan ignoring my innocence. We have been cooking breakfast on Instagram Live all morning. There's a lot of people up at this time of morning watching us. It's even earlier in America. I know some of these followers are in American. He gets all 4 pancakes out of the pan then he smiles at me.

"Put some more daddy."

"We don't need that many pancakes. They are only for you, son. You not going to eat that many."

He ignores me. "They for Buggiz."

I help him grab the pancake batter dispenser. "Okay."

"1... 2... 3... 4." he says as he fills the pan.

"What you need me for?"

"Nothing." Lane says watching the pancakes. "You stand there, k?"

I laugh and turn the Instagram Live off. I was getting a call from the doctor. Never enjoy these kinds of calls.

"Hello."

"Trey, I decided to call you early. I figured you start your day before I do."

I check on Lane then I go over to Chris. "Can you go make sure Lane doesn't burn himself? He is making pancakes."

"Alone?" Chris says jumping out of bed.

"What's the problem, Doctor?"

"This is a call about Cammie. I'm concerned with her health."

I shut the bedroom door. "This is the first I'm hearing about Cammie having issues."

"Yes she is. Her doctor reported that she has lost too much weight. She isn't eating, leaving the hospital, or taking her vitamins. I wanted to know when you were getting into town?"

"Oo... It's looking like next Friday."

"Okay. I have encouraged her to pump extra milk. She has enough for four days if you can get her out of the hospital."

I blow. "Why does she need to leave? I could get her to eat."

He clears his thought. "She needs to leave this environment. I'm worried about her developing postpartum. She hasn't been diagnosed by her doctor but it's a concern of her doctor."

"I could... Uh." I sigh. "She has to be... What is today? I've been ignoring my calendar. One second."

I look at my phone schedule. I would be going home in 4 days. Damn, it seems like it went by fast. I'm excited about this now. I go back to the conversation.

"4 days."

"Okay, good. She was talking as if she didn't know. The baby is a few test away from going home. He has gained 5 pounds and is attempting to breathe on his own. He could be out of here in a few days."

"Really?" I say excited.

He says something in the background. "I don't want to give Cammie any false hope so I haven't been discussing my predictions of his departure. I want him to be at least 9 pounds before he leaves."

I sit down a little relieved. "Okay. I'm glad to hear that about Caden."

"Yes, he is woke most of the day. I want to schedule his circumcision but I need to first know when you will arrive and when you will return. The sooner the better. I'm expecting for him to gain another 5 pounds by next week so his weight will be stable."

"You want me to take her home or out of town?"

"A vacation would be best."

I inhale slowly. "You asking a lot."

"I know she is stubborn but your mother says that you are the only one to do it. I want her going home a healthy mother so she can nurture a healthy baby. When she takes the baby home with unresolved issues it will be bad. There's a chance of her coming back and the baby being home without her."

"I can't guarantee 4 days. It took her a while before she could be without our first born for a day."

"2 days will be better than none. It's not an requirement but if she doesn't start taking care of herself I will hold the baby here until I'm 100% sure he will have no complications. Caden is my priority."

Damn, it almost seem like this is his fucking baby. I hired the motherfucker. Lane peeks into the room. He has been unwilling to let me out of his sight in the last few days. He doesn't come all the way in the room.

"I will do what I can."

"Great. I'll see you in a few days."

I hang up the phone and fall back on the bed. It is some shit around every corner. My infant son is doing increasingly better but as a result my wife is going through hell. All of it is a direct link to my absence.

"Everything good?" Chris asks.

"Yeah." I say sitting up.

He holds up a laptop. "Naked booty hoes."

I chuckle. "Are those babies, Chris?"

"MiMi sent this to me." he says playing the video. "It's baby porn."

I laugh taking the laptop. "Stop playing."

He stands in front of me. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, Caden's doctor is worried about Cammie. This is Lane and JJ?"

"It's King, Lane, and JJ. MiMi slow ass sent that to me."

I laugh at them. It was a short video of them in the tub. JJ was already standing up dancing naked then Lane and King turn their butts to the camera and start dancing. It is a hilarious 30 seconds. Good enough to get me into a better mood to call Cammie.

"Tremaine, how do you always know when to call me?"

"I just called cause I was thinking about you."

Chris takes the computer. "You mean because you knew she just talked to the doctor."

I shoo him away. "I don't think you love me."

"Why not, Tremaine?"

"I don't feel it."

She giggles. "The little guy has gained 5 pounds. I didn't think about it much until now... Maybe because it was scary to think about. But he was born 5 pounds and some ounces. That means he was literally 1 pound. Can you believe that? I would have broken down if I thought about that. He isn't his birth weight yet."

"Damn, I didn't think about that."

"He is still skinny with a big head."

"I can't wait to touch you."

She smiles. "You will be home in a few days. I've been counting down the days. My men need to come home."

"Mainly me."

"No, you both."

"Lane not around. You can say me."

She frowns. "Where is Lane?"

I wait until I walk into the kitchen to say anything. "Say hey Mommy."

"Mommy!" Lane says taking the phone.

"I love you, Jay." I say before he takes it away.

  Alex

It's 5 o'clock in the morning and I don't feel like doing shit. I throw my housecoat over me and go to the door. Some idiot is at my door thinking it's okay to be up this early. I swing the door open. Jamaal holds a cup in front of my face.

"Jamaal, what are you doing up?"

"I told Kim to remind you last night. I knew she would and I knew you would ignore her. I even came a few hours early so you had woman time to get ready."

I take the coffee. "Only because I can smell the caramel in here."

He steps into the house. "My mother won't stop talking about you. Did she call you?"

"Your mother calling me? Oh I wonder why?"

"What was the bullshit I had to say?" he says sitting down on the couch.

I take in the sweet aroma of coffee. "I said no such thing. You acknowledging how right I was means nothing."

"How about me acknowledging that you single handedly made my life easier."

"I like that. I'm listening."

"We both know that my mother works in a male dominated world so she was secretly impressed by you. Come to find out you worked with my father."

I sip on my coffee. "Why don't I know who Senator Andrews' husband is? Why is she still an Andrews?"

"Well..." he says nothing else.

"Well, Jamaal? I'm not feeling your secrets."

He exhales. "I never wanted her to be the reason I got anything. You know how backwards ass impressed she is that I am where I am? She knows who you are now. She knows I've done something without her."

"Oh, I think it sounds like you should be kissing my ass."

"I said I would." He replies.

I laugh. "Jamaal, I was... Nevermind. Anyway."

He sits up in his chair. "We really have to be punctual this morning."

"Beauty doesn't always take long."

"Why do you answer the door in seethrough shit all the time?"

I glance down. "Oh dang. Okay, let me get rid of my company from last night and get ready."

"Your company?" he says upset.

"One minute." I say walking into the back.

There wasn't anyone back here. I just wanted to fuck with him. I was really going to show him that it doesn't take me long to get dressed. I usually spend time before bed organizing and picking out clothes for the next day. It's how I wind down.

"Aye."

"Out of my bedroom, Jamaal."

He doesn't leave. "All week I have successfully ignored you. You are putting me in a difficult position."

"No submission shit this morning. I'll be glad to put it on your ass another day."

"You be having me about to agree to some sick shit. I'm not thinking you really talking about my ass. Be a lady."

"You can't tell me that after we have fucked."

He puts his arm behind his back. "Alex, listen, I like to fuck. You like to fuck can we get pass all of this?"

"Nope."

"Selfish as always."

I walk up to him and slap his cheek playfully. His eyes drop to my breast. There is nothing more for him to be looking at.

"I like to think that I'm pretty constant. I know this."

"You are supposed to say thank you. Do I have to teach you how?"

I laugh. "Fuck you."

"Now?"

"You think that because you buy me pearls you get to fuck whenever? No, pearls or no pearls."

His eyes once again scan my half naked body. "It's the house coat."

He had touched my gown. I smack his hand away. He had a look on his face that spelled out each of his thoughts loud and clear. I turn away from him. I decided that I wouldn't go there with him again. It might be trouble. We had a go thing for a few weeks but it wasn't nothing special. His dick is pretty good. I can't lie about that. I was just supposed to be an onetime thing.

"Alex." he says slightly above a whisper.

"Jamaal." I snap back.

He startles me a little by grabbing my waist. Okay, Jamaal, no. I keep walking toward the bathroom. I mean it may not turn to shit. Worst case is that we actually get somewhere outside of this hole he keeps digging. I stop at the bathroom door. It was only a few inches away from where Jamaal stood. He attempts to persuade me once again. I let it ride. We will see. His hands admire the glory of my body. I put a lot of time into this thing. There's a lot to admire. I know.

"Jamaal, don't go getting all addicted to this."

"When I nut, leave the money on the table. I know."

I back up from him but fall into a chair. I sit all the way down. "Bitch, don't play."

He leans down over me getting into my face. I move my face away from him. I didn't want to kiss him. I love kissing. Kissing could give me a powerful orgasm with the right kisser but I didn't want that right now. Jamaal gets the message completely. He goes from unfamiliar take it easy type of demeanor to heated TV sex. He takes his clothes off without any further delay. I'm waiting to forget that he is Jamaal. I stand up. I didn't want pussy juice on my $5,000 imported chair. He picks me up. Plus 1. I glance back as he lowers me to a surface. Damn, I need less expensive shit. Not the overpriced duvet.

"What?" he asks.

I am ecstatic that he picked up on it. I push him back and throw the duvet all the way off the bed. He stares at it on the floor.

"Why did I think you would be different?" he says chuckling. "Anything else not worth the damage?"

"Your feelings if this goes bad."

He ponders over it for a bit. "Turn it down."

I chuckle. "If you shut my mouth my tongue will relax."

"Or fill it..." he mumbles grabbing his dick.

I stay quiet out of respect of the dick. I was tired of hearing his mouth and I refuse to lose a battle because his dick silenced me in mid sentence. He seemed to be waiting for that moment to claim victory. But I'll let the victory be in satisfying me.

"Hmm." he says as he enters me slowly. He pulls out. "Condom?"

"Oh my fucking gosh!" I retort. "Does it look like I have a fucking dick? Is that my responsibility?"

He looks at my funny. "They teach you in school that you should."

"Will what about you, Jamaal?"

"Yeah, sure. I would love to have that conversation with a 5 year old. That's not candy it's a fucking condom. Make sure you stock your house up dick or not."

I laugh. "Nobody fucking comes to my house and if you haven't noticed I haven't had a 'relationship' for quite some time. You killed it."

He takes the split second of me laying here with my shit whole open to test the fucking waters again. He presses his dick into my pussy. I freeze as his dick glides perfectly across my spot. I moan unconsciously pleading for more. He pulls his dick out again with a rush of pleasure. I sit up a little and stare at him. He opens his mouth at the same time I start to say something. I stop to see what he says. He pauses as well.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 141

Cammie

I cradle Caden in my arms. "Hey, Mommy's baby. You'll be my baby right? Until you smell yourself. Like your brother."

He moves his hand opening it and closing it. I rub his cheek. The doctor didn't tell me that I could go ahead and try to feed him but he hasn't thrown up the milk from this morning. Plus his feeding in is a few minutes. I huff. There aren't any wipes for my breast around here so I have to wait anyway. I kiss him. I kiss him again and again.

"Caden." I whisper.

"Good morning." the nurse says.

I smile. "Sorry, couldn't help it."

"Dr. Polk is running a little late. He flew to Miami last night."

"Why?"

She hands me a tube of cream. "If I'm not mistaking that's where his family is. Rub this on your nipple. Both just in case he doesn't latch on to one and we need to use the other. Have you done this before?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Only thing is the breathing tubes and IV but he isn't doing too much moving. Anyway."

I feel weird with her there but she doesn't seem to be going away. I bring him close to me. As normal he turns his head towards my skin. I smile as he attempts to latch on. The nurse comes closer.

"I'm just going to massage his chin. Get him familiar with the suckling motion." she says.

"It seems to be working." I look down at him.

"Great."

After a few minutes of gentle messages and extreme patience he gets it. He makes his eyes big as he really gets the hang of it getting milk. I smile at him. I'm in love with this fellow. He must have some love for me. I rub his forehead. His eyes close. He suckles a little longer then he falls asleep.

"How did it go?" The nurse asks a few minutes later.

"Good. I don't think he was that hungry."

She nods. "Maybe not. But he will be by the next feeding with breastmilk. It's a little thinner. Easier to digest."

"Do you have kids?"

"No." she says a little sad. "Me and my boyfriend have been trying. I'm a little glad because I don't know if we gonna be together much longer. He thinks I work too much and I love my job. Oh. Sorry."

I smile. "That's fine."

"Your life must be... Well. It must be nice being married to Trey Songz."

"Maybe for you. He isn't a big deal." I laugh.

"Says the woman holding his child. I think that Caden will be ready to go home in two weeks."

I stand up and lay him down. "Why would you think that and not the doctor?"

"The doctor is going by test and numbers. I'm basing mine off of my feelings."

"I hope he will be out in a week."

She checks his diaper. "He has to be circumcised. Add a few days."

I put my finger on his hand. He grabs my finger holding it the best he could. He lets it go and doesn't respond again to me touching him. He is sleeping hard.

"He is passing all his test. His liver is developing well. His breathing is a bit stronger."

"Well let's say you are right."

I take out my phone and call Trey back. He must not have let the phone ring much.

"I need you."

"Good morning, Tremaine."

He blows. "If you can't video chat don't call me."

I chuckle at his seriousness. I video call him. "Tremaine, why you being mean to me?"

"It feels good."

"You in the car?"

He moves. "No. I know you see that mirror behind me."

"I thought it was a window."

"Shut up. How's my baby?"

I show Caden. "Doing good. He is sleeping extra hard."

Dr. Polk walks in the room carrying some papers. He checks some stuff then looks over at me.

"Did he feed well?"

"Yes." I shrug. "I think so."

The doctor checks his papers. "His pressure is a lot lower than normal."

"Cause he is sleep." I say.

"It is lower than his normal resting pressure." Dr. Polk nods. "Let's shoot for breastfeeding for the rest of the day. It's something for him to be so calm after the feeding. It could be very positive. As long as he is feeding well we will continue with it."

I smile. "He is going to start gaining weight by the end of the week."

"Let's shoot for that." Dr. Polk says leaving out of the room.

"So what he is saying is that he was wrong?" Trey says.

I turn the camera to me. "I feed him once and his resting heart rate goes down. That means he is more calm and relaxed."

"Pick him up. Let him wake up in your arms. I sure as hell wish I could. I'm trying not to look at the date so I won't be anticipating when I will be leaving."

"It's not a punishment. Won't you go out tonight."

"Nope."

I sigh. "Me and Ma went out last night. It really did help. You know, we had a really nice time at the restaurant."

"Yeah?"

"Yeap." I smile.

He stares at the phone then he smiles. "Did you talk to Lane?"

"No, where is he?"

"With Forrest. They went to the zoo. I'm a little down about not taking him myself."

I suck my teeth. "Oh really? So the hell am I."

Trey chuckles then makes a face at me. "You saw the picture that I posted of us? On Instagram?"

"Don't be posting shit of me, Mr. Neverson. I'm not trying to come in between you and your wife. She is good to me."

He smiles. "Get my son, man."

I do as he say. "Look at his little self."

"Looking like Lane."

"Does Lane still not talk about Caden?"

"He doesn't. He will roll his eyes at me."

"He needs to stop with his spoiled ass. How did he like the zoo?"

Trey moves the camera around then turn the back camera on showing a fan being removed from the room he is in.

"You see this?"

"Day in the life of Trey Songz."

He puts it back on him. "Go out and drink. Get fucked up. Return drunk to your son."

"Go out. Have a normal time. Little to no drinking. Return sober to your son then call me. I'll be up breastfeeding all night."

"You sound happy."

I smile. "About breastfeeding? Oh yes. Very."

"I got to go."

"Love you."

The phone hangs up. I suck my teeth. It rings again instantly making me smile.

"Sorry, I love you too." Trey says walking out of the room he is in. "I'll go out cause you told me to then I'll call and tell you what a drag it was."

"And how much you hate me?"

He kisses the phone. "Always."

I smile then wave bye. He hangs up again. This time on purpose. I put the phone on my closet. Trey wants me to hold the baby while the doctor says as less as possible. I've been in here this far and my baby hasn't gotten anything from me. I'm going to hold him like my husband suggests. I pick him up out of his cradle and lay him gently on my chest. Caden Elijah Neverson. My newest bundle of love. I take a picture then send it to MiMi, Mommy, April, and Buggiz. My love.

  MiMi

I pick Minnie up from the bed and put her in the bassinet. She opens her mouth like she was about to scream. I hold my breath. After a second or two I look up and see JJ staring at me. I smile at him. He had a look on his face like he didn't know me.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Mommy."

I walk away from the bassinet. JJ follows me into the kitchen. He loves to hold Minnie while she is sleeping. He calls her his Princess baby because I put a small crown on her head. We are baking cookies for him to draw on with some markers that he came home with. He went to Aunt Diane's house with Dee.

"Is it done?" he squeals.

"Bae!"

I look towards the front door. "Yes they were cooling. Why these man yelling?"

"He not Princess Baby sleep. Don't be mad at him."

"I did not..." I smile at him. He thinks he can talk.

Dee spins me around and holds something up. "Goal met in one day!"

I take what he had. "This a personal check from who?"

"Read it, Bae." he says kissing me. "Motherfucking Floyd Mayweather."

"For... What does this say?"

He hits JJ then starts dancing. JJ laughs hysterically like Dee is the funniest thing on the face of Earth. Dee stops dancing and looks at the check.

"All that don't matter."

"What?"

He digs into a bag that he brung in the kitchen with him. "I told his girl... Umm. Assistant. Yeah her. I told her to write it out to car service. MyAsia we in there!"

"Umm... MyAshe." JJ says already writing on a cookie. "Why he say that?"

"That's your mama name." Devin says leaving out of the kitchen. "Bae, Me. Come here."

"You so excited and I'm just like so what. Big deal. What's your goal?" I say walking into the living room. "Bags?"

He throws up his hand then drops them. "You wouldn't believe the energy I had in that store."

I laugh looking at the bags. "In WalMart?"

"Yeap, Walmart."

"Dee." I laugh. "Okay, what do you have?"

"Man, don't fucking be like that."

I suck my teeth. "What do you have?"

He cuts his eyes at me. "Bae, just sit down right there."

"Okay." I say sitting down. "JJ, you okay?"

"Yes. I k." he says fast.

I wait to see something more than the diapers and wipes that he had from Walmart. He has a check for $15,000.

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Chapter 140

Next morning

Alex

"Jamaal?" I snap paying attention to him.

"Huh?" he says not looking up from the tablet.

I snatch the tablet from him. "Why would you wear the same clothes to work that you went out in? At least have the dignity to change clothes."

"Dignity?" he says frowning up his face.

"Oh you look like your father. Straighten up your face."

I look around. Jamaal snatches his tablet from out of my hands. I stare at the lady. She looks very familiar. Standing beside her is a tall white girl. She stood straight as an arrow in her 4 inch Michael Kors pumps. Pretty good for an assistant. She either puts her whole check into her wardrobe or her boss has really good connects. I stare at the woman for a few more seconds before getting hit by a train.

"Senator Andrews." I say stepping towards her a little.

"Hello, who's your assistant? Don't be rude."

She said that looking pass me. Hold the fuck on.

"That's fucking sexist of you to fucking assume I'm the assistant. Until a month ago I was the one and only person in my position."

"As what?" she says nonchalantly. "Executive assistant. I do love your attire. Ida, take a note of what I mean by work appropriate with some style. Hmm?"

"Yes, ma'am." she says smiling slightly.

Jamaal stops me from going off on her. He stands between us purposely. "Mama, good to see you."

"Jamaal, you were so silent I forgot you were here." she looks him over. "I see you changed your style."

"Mama. As in mother." I whisper.

He turns around and sighs. "Just be nice."

I giggle then stop abruptly. "Too her?"

"This is my partner, Mama. Alex."

"Alex? Just Alex?" she says like someone put spoiled fish in front of her to eat. "Is that a dyke thing?"

I put my hands on my hip. I gasp astonished by the length she is going. "I refuse."

"Do I know you?" Senator Andrews asks.

"Maybe then you over looked me as a simple assistant. I rather not gloat in my own shit. It can get smelly after a while."

She chuckles a bit. "Jamaal?"

Jamaal is a fucking bitch for not telling me that his mother is Senator Andrews. I should go across his head right now in front of her uppity ass. Sitting her acting like her shit don't stank. She needs to learn a few things about personality adjusting. You do that shit to reporters and shit. You don't do that bullshit anywhere you go. I don't care if you at your son's job. Hell you should be anymore respectful then.

"Lexie is in my office sleep still."

"What am I supposed to do with a sleep grown ass child and this skinny assistant."

I roll my eyes and walk towards my office. Oh she is fucking terrible. But then again I knew this. I never met her but her reputation for being a bitch is dead on. Usually you can give the person a chance but no. There's no compromising with that spawn. I sit at my office responding to emails. A little while later Jamaal walks in. I turn from the computer.

"Oh great." I say gesturing to him. "Come here and let me slap that face."

"I know." he says.

I turn from the computer. "But you gossip about everything."

"She is a bitch. Why would I tell anyone about that?"

"So it was her yacht!"

He shrugs a bit. "My father's but let's not ponder on that."

"Oh, your rich ass father. Jamaal, I can't stand your lying face. I should have told her you wore that outfit last night."

"Wore it where?"

I push him back. "You too close."

He looks down at himself. "I wanted to have a different look for her. Because she is in town. Clearly she is about 'style'."

"I mean she does have style with that pretty ass coat she was wearing."

"Do you want to come to breakfast?"

I laugh. "No."

He sighs. "Be selfless and save a nigga."

"Ha." I say turning to my computer.

"Damn, I wish I had something over your head."

I smirk. "Are you begging?"

"Yes." he says leaning on the desk.

"Are you desperate enough to kiss my ass?"

He stands up. "Your real ass?"

"Yeah." I say turning to him.

"Come up with something better. Say your asshole or armpits."

"Oh so you wouldn't mind kissing my ass?"

"No." he retorts.

I don't know about that one. He stands there waiting for an answer. I would not, absolutely not, want to sit at breakfast with his mother. Good Lord. I cross my arms. I need something out of this besides my ass being kissed. I could easily get that do without having to go through shit.

"You have to be a bit more persuasive."

"Alex. Be fair. There's nothing you need from me."

I laugh. "This is mildly satisfying. I have to go with you to your breakfast because..."

"My mother has nothing to talk about besides my failures and delayed success."

"Wait why is your mother here if she is such a problem and why do your niece stay in the hood? Why are you broke Jamaal?"

He pulls me up from my seat. "Cause she is my mother."

"Whom you are deeply afraid of."

"Shitless." he says. "She's a black bullheaded woman who believes in her own morals and strictly enforces them. I got cut off when I failed a class in college."

"One?"

"One." he says pulling me.

I snatch away from him. "Did I say yes?"

He sighs. "You are like the antagonist of my mother. Not because you act like her but because you have that same fire that won't be put out by her. She is my mother, Alex."

"Oh shut up."

"Come on. Only thing she can do is..."

"Make herself look weak by targeting my imperfections while I be nice because she is your mother?"

He touches my back. "You can say whatever you want. No being nice. But Lexie is going to be at the table. My mother is taking her for a week or two while she is in town for a conference."

"Who represents your mother?" I ask with a sudden idea for a business opportunity.

"Oh she would never leave her public rep. You can kill that."

I smile and grab my bag. "I would love to see you look shameful."

"If this isn't shame enough. I bet you do like to do the fucking."

"I'll show you." I say walking towards the door.

He steps in front of me opening the door. "Show me how you will fuck me or how you can convince my mother to hire you?"

I push him making the door swing back towards the wall. "Why do you have this dying need to mix the business of things with pleasure?"

"That's TV talk. A woman is a man's partner. If we can't conduct business then what are we together for. It's interchangeable. If we can work well together we can do anything pleasurable with great success."

"You practiced that in the mirror didn't you?"

"You vain enough to believe I think about you all day."

I chuckle walking away. ""Because you do."

  Trey

Forrest picks Lane up so I could see his face on the camera. "Look at Daddy."

"It a elebent." Lane yells not paying me any attention.

"Look Trey." Forrest says again.

Lane gasp. "It coming. Hey, elebent. Hey!"

Forrest puts him down. "I tried."

"I might have made a mistake suggesting the Zoo."

"Yes." Forrest says showing me Lane jumping up and down.

He is overwhelmed by excitement as he watches the elephant come towards the zookeeper. The zookeeper hands Lane a tree branch. Lane climbs a stool without being told and waits for the elephant to come up. The elephant takes the tree from him. He reaches out to the elephant to touch it. The elephant actually reaches it's trunk out. I fucking freak out. What if that thing grabs him? Or knocks him off the stool? Lane is calm as ever as it gets close to him. Buggiz comes up into the camera a bit. That's why I love Buggiz. I'm fucking glad he team Cammie cause he thinks like me.

"Elebent." Lane says.

"Okay." Buggiz says.

Lane touches the elephant's trunk again then starts crying. "Bye, elebent."

"Elephant." Forrest says. "Come on. Let's go see the tiger."

"Tiger?" Lane says excited.

Forrest shows Lane. "Your Daddy.

Lane starts talking too fast to understand him. I smile at him and nod my head. He was so excited that he could careless if I respond. Damn, even if we in the same country I miss shit. I sigh. After a few minutes of him talking he leaves Forrest and go to Buggiz.

"He going to the bathroom." Forrest says.

"He loving that. Thanks."

"You my nigga. He my nigga. Plus he not interfering with my plans for later."

I sigh. "About that."

"Don't do the guilt trip."

"I'm just saying that you can't be out here getting drunk and shit. You got to be better than me, right?"

He opens his mouth. "Oh the phone."

I laugh. He had hung up the phone on me. I hope that he remembers to call Cammie. I need to talk to her and see how it went. Well. She might not be up. I sigh and walk out into the crowd of waiting fans. They start cheering and doing the usual. I have to be 10 times more than normal because these girls are paying a shit of money to see me tonight. I sit down and get ready to sign whatever they give me.

"Trey?"

"Emily." I say signing the cd of someone in front of her.

She steps up to the table. "Oh silly me. I have nothing for you to sign."

"You stood in line to do what?" I ask.

"To take a picture with my number 1."

I stand up. "I'm sure you could have gotten a picture without standing in line."

"Oh, I just got in line." she says kissing my cheek.

"In front of all these people?"

She smiles. "They said they didn't mind. Enough of that. I'll be waiting on a call later."

I walk back to the table. In one breathe that went from innocent to inappropriate. Talking about some fucking call. As if I would dare fuck up my life. Fuck her for thinking she is that fucking important. It was a demand that I call her.

"You were su... My name is Ally." the girl says.

"What did I write?" I say paying attention.

I look around for CiCi. I don't think that she came in here with me. I signal someone to me to get this girl another poster or something to replace this. She smiles the whole time like I didn't fuck up her poster. CiCi comes with an arm full of stuff seconds later. She takes a deep breath and sits down a bottle of water.

"Sorry, Ally." I say signing a shirt and  a copy of other stuff.

"What does this say?" CiCi giggles.

"I don't fucking know?" I whisper back.

She gives me the water bottle. "There's a sedative in the cap."

I chuckle. "You really think I need that, CiCi?"

"I wouldn't if I didn't." she whispers.

"I need to go home." I whisper as the next person comes up.

She touches my leg. "Nicki already said she would understand."

"Yeah I know.

"I love you." the girl says handing me something to sign.

"I love you too."

She covers her mouth. "I love your wife. I wish I could meet her."

I exhale. "Wouldn't that be lovely?"

"Yeah."

"CiCi, why were you out of breath?"

She giggles. "I was sorta out of place."

I look at the water bottle. "Across the street eating?"

"I thought about you needing water."

"Hi, beautiful. What's your name?" I ask the young girl.

Her face lights up as she says her name too many times. I need to focus on this but I imagine myself somewhere else. Anywhere but here would be fine.

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Chapter 139

Trey

CiCi comes up to me showing me some papers. I listen as she explains what they are. I nod suddenly remembering that I told her to get me a copy of them. I start to say something but Lane starts crying. He is standing away from me just crying. I look back at CiCi. He usually will stop crying on his own if there's nothing wrong. This time he starts crying louder.

"Lane, what's wrong?" I ask. He cries louder. "Come here."

"No." he snaps. "Me lone."

I look at him. I whisper to CiCi. "What did he say?"

"Leave him alone." she smiles.

"What you say about that last page?"

"That..."

Lane screams louder. I sigh. Okay. I have to stop completely now. He isn't going to stop screaming and acting like a fool. I walk over to him. He yells something and cry harder. This little guy is only 2. I forget about shit like that. He might be sleepy or hungry. Maybe I've ignored him too long.

"Lane?" I say kneeling down.

"I want Mommy." he cries.

I signal Buggiz. "Okay, go with Buggiz. He will take you to Mommy."

Lane looks at Buggiz then falls out. "I not go Mommy."

"Well then." I stand him up. "You hungry? I got chicken nuggets."

"No."

"He already ate those." Buggiz says. "He crying because of his tablet dying."

I look at Buggiz. "You couldn't tell me that a few minutes ago?"

Buggiz shrugs. "You didn't ask me."

"CiCi." I say taking Lane's tablet out his backpack.

"Here you go." she says handing me a battery pack.

"Everybody has the fucking solution." I say snatching it.

Lane watches me plug it up then put it back in his bag. He doesn't like the idea of it going back into the bag. He starts crying again. I hand it to him instead.

"Okay, now hush." I say standing up and going to CiCi. "Alright. The last page."

"He is unplugging it." CiCi says.

I glance at him. "Let him. That's just..."

"No!" Lane yells then starts crying.

"Bring it here." I say firmly.

He is being annoying. I take it from him and plug it back up. I don't give it back to him. That causes a problem as well. I look at CiCi.

"It is now your job to make sure this thing stays at least 50%. We not going through this everyday. I can't remember to charge my phone yet keep up with this."

"Okay." she nods.

I shake my head. "Don't I have a nanny in Europe?"

She nods. "Judi."

"Who is Judi?"

"Um... I don't know. You gave me her number as a nanny just in case you need her. Maybe you said something about Jamie Foxx."

I nod my head. "Okay. Lane!"

"Shut up."

"What?" I say looking at him. I snap my finger. "Get over here."

He gets teary eyed for the first time. He cries only after he starts walking over to me. All those other times those eyes were dry. Cute ass little kids. I wanted to slap the shit out of him for telling me to shut up. I just look at him. He seemed torn about it already.

"Don't you tell me to shut up."

"I sorry." he says hugging my leg then burying his head.

I look at CiCi. "The last page."

"You need to sign it." she says handing me a pen.

"Did you send that email about my budget for the summer?"

"Yes. Did you want me to call the nanny?"

I look at Lane. "I don't think we need to bother someone about charging a tablet."

She laughs. "I'll keep it charged. I never thought about checking it at night."

"Okay." I nod. "What do we have to do now?"

"Get to the arena." Buggiz says looking at his watch.

I grab Lane's hand. "You ready?"

"My phone." he whines.

"It's charging." I say picking him up. "Here play with CiCi's."

She reluctantly hands her phone over. Lane is disgusted by the phone. He stares at the back of it not taking it from her. She withdraws it from him.

"You don't want my phone, Lane?" she giggles.

"No."

She pokes him. "Why?"

"That girl phone." he says hitting at her. "No girl phone."

"Well fine, Lane." she smiles. "Want to come to me so your daddy can sign this?"

Lane hugs me. "No, TiTi."

"Okay."

"I can sign with one hand." I say gesturing to her.

"We need to get going." Buggiz says.

I sign the papers then follow Buggiz out of the door. I had another bodyguard but I'm not sure where he is. Lane buries his face into my neck as he always does when we walk outside. Sometimes there be a crowd and sometimes there isn't. He does it regardless. He doesn't like that they know his name. It confuses him to hear his name and not see a familiar face. Cammie is the reason for this. She said she never makes him speak and she tells him to ignore people who calls his name.

"Trey!" someone yells.

"My hat, Daddy." Lane whines.

Buggiz hands it to me as I walk toward him. The other bodyguard is standing by the car keeping the two screaming women away. Lane climbs happily into his carseat once e get into the car.

"My tab done?" he asks holding out his little hand.

"If that thing wasn't full of educational stuff I would be worried."

CiCi nods. "He was watching a video about elephants and their migration."

"At 2." I say giving him his tablet.

"Thank you." he says tucking it next to him in the seat. "Ice cream?"

"Yeah. Now it's time for ice cream."

He claps his hands together. "Berry berry."

"Strawberry?"

"Berry berry." he nods.

I call Cammie but get no answer. I miss her. I wish there were about 20 extra hours so I could fly home and see her for just a few minutes. Lane sings a unrecognizable song as we drive through the town. My phone rings a little while later. It's not Cammie so I don't answer it. I post the video on snapchat that I recorded earlier for her. I also send her a picture of Lane's new suit. We got them tailored yesterday and tried them on today. They have some more work to do on Lane's. He stayed still today but not yesterday.

   Cammie

"How was your morning?" I ask April.

"Good." she smiles. "You should have came with me."

I shake my head. "They are letting me hold the baby in a few minutes. Tomorrow I'm going to breastfeed."

She had a huge smile on her face. "God said today would being good news."

"Amen." I smile.

"Did you talk to Trey?"

I rub Caden's stomach. "Yes. A few times... Oh what do you think about Caden Elijah?"

"I could careless what you name my new baby."

"Well." I smile.

"Baby, want you go home tonight. I'll stay at ghe hospital if you like."

I roll my eyes. "No."

She rubs my back. "Okay, I got you some more clothes. I don't want you to stress yourself out being in this room this much."

"I understand Ma but I can't leave him."

"Okay." she says patting my back. "Is this chocolate?"

I smile. "Yes, Trey sent it this morning along with a cutout of him and Lane. They seem to be having fun with each other. I so badly want to hear that he is crying for me. Or that he is on his way back home. It just tears my heart apart with him being in Europe."

"Believe me I know."

"What did you buy me?"

She takes the bag out. "A few comfortable pair of pajamas pants and shirts. I figured you don't need much more. Do you want to have dinner with me? We can go downstairs."

I sigh. "We can go to a restaurant. That's fine. I'm wearing pajamas though."

"That's fine with me."

"Where's Rollie?"

"Went in through the other side."

The doctor comes into the room. "You ready? That's mighty stupid of me to ask."

"Yeah, it is." I laugh.

"Okay." he says just reaching in the bassinet. It seems like he took no caution at all. "Remember the IV is in his foot."

I wanted to say duh. I let the doctor put him in my arms. I cuddle him close to me. He opens his eyes looking at me for a really long time.

"Hey, Caden." I say touching his lips.

"It seems like he has been waiting to look at your face. He won't turn away." April says smiling. "Can I take a picture?"

I smile at him as he stares at me. "I don't even care right now."

"How about we see how he responds to your skin touching his lips?" Dr. Polk says.

"And if he responds the way we like?"

Dr. Polk makes a face. "I wanted to see how this new formula affects his feeding before we start that. The breastmilk may settle and we not know if the formula causes some complications."

I lift my shirt and hold him really close to my skin. He doesn't do anything but stare at me. I rub his cheek with my finger. He is so small and cute. I want to take him home right now. I kiss him. He turns his head towards my lips. I smile and kiss him again. He turns his head until it touches my skin.

"He may just be stubborn." Dr. Polk says.

"So what does that mean?" April asks.

"We will try to breastfeed in the morning. He looks as if he will suckle. If we can get him breadtfeeding and get him to stop losing weight then we won't need that trach."

April touches his hand. "He will. All he needs is his mama being close to him."

"I hope so." I smile.

"Don't handle him too long." Dr. Polk says walking out.

April follows him out of the door. "How is he looking as far as lung development?"

"He is improving but he is weak from the lose of weight." he says something else but i couldn't hear him.

"We gonna get out of this hospital aren't we? You are so cute."

I pick up my phone that is beeping. I missed Trey's call. I video him back. He answers slow.

"Why didn't you answer?" he asks upset.

"Look." I say showing him the baby in my arms.

He clears his throat. "Titties."

I laugh. "Tremaine."

"You need to learn how to hold a camera. All I saw was titties."

"Can you see him?"

He chuckles. "He is so tiny."

"Yeah. He is acting like he wants to breastfeed."

"Let me see."

He rubs his cheek. He opens his mouth turning his head towards my hand.

"Damn. That makes my night."

"It makes my life brighter. Tomorrow we will breastfeed. I feel good about this. I know in the next 3 days he will gain at least 1 pound."

"Your milk it high quality."

I chuckle and turn the phone so I can see him. "What are you doing?"

"Get ready to get on stage. Send me a picture of you and the baby."

"I'll tell Rollie to send it to Buggiz, okay. I don't need it on no blog."

He smiles really hard. "Damn, I love you. I miss you. Earlier I kept calling everybody Jay. Even if I didn't know there name."

"I love you too. What if we would have never gotten back together?"

"Jay, I became human when you came into my life. I can't say what if because I wouldn't be alive."

I roll my eyes. "Oh please."

He smiles. "There is no what if. I wouldn't have stopped until I got you in my life. I was desperate for a bit of living. I'm serious as I can be. It was your name that made me realize that I needed you. The thought of you. I could live without ever touching you."

"No you can't." I smile. "We didn't make this baby with our minds."

"We sure as hell didn't." he licks his lips. "Jay?"

I laugh. "My bad. Go back to telling me how much you need me in your life."

"No. I want to hear the thoughts in your head after looking at my son for a fucking year, yo. I look at him and think of you."

I chuckle. "It was hard not to hate you because he was so amazing. You know I wanted to hate you."

"But you didn't."

"Tremaine, you didn't think of me for a year." I snap.

He smirks. "I was waiting for you to come to me and tell me you wanted more from me. I have many ways of distracting myself from failed relationship problems."

"I deeply wanted you to come see your so so we could stare the experience of the little guy."

"You know a year ago Tyga told me that even though you there you still gonna miss shit. And look at this. I'm going to miss the first month of his life."

"We both are actually missing it. This not the same as having him home."

Trey kisses the phone. "It's the next best thing."

"I miss your stank butt." I smile.

"Shut up and show me the baby."

I turn the camera. "I need to lay him down. The doctor said not to hold him too much."

"Tomorrow you will have an excuse to hold him a lot."

"I'm excited."

"I know."

April comes over to me. "Let me lay him down."

I move the phone. "Sure go ahead."

"Oh." she says pausing. "Hello, Little son."

"No." Trey snaps. "Don't even try it April."

"Hush." she says gently laying him down. "I'm seconds away from tears."

I smile at her. "That was therapy."

"Yeah." Trey nods. "Let me go. I'll call you back."

"Okay, Maine. Love you."

"I love you more." He says kissing at the phone then hanging up.

"I'm so emotion." April says fanning herself. "I'll be next door."

I laugh. "Okay."

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 138

Sevyn

I kiss Chris. "One more week on tour."

"Then we going to South America."

"Bae." I say kissing his lips.

He gets sad. "I don't want to hear what you have to say."

"Come on. I haven't been to see Cammie since the baby was born. I don't want to go..."

"I seriously don't want to hear the shit." he says mad.

I blow. We've been having a good few days. But I can't sit up here and act like my fucking girl ain't going through some tough shit right now. I've been putting Chris in front of most of my priorities this week. He isn't making me stay away from her for a fucking vacation. Fuck going on a vacation when she has to deal with her husband being in Europe.

"Okay, fine. Don't act like you don't know."

"Well, fuck it. I'll go to Europe then since we running to friends."

I nod. "That's great. He needs support as well. I know you rather chill but damn he sacrificed being with his wife for an extra week for you. I think it is time for you to be a bit supportive."

He shrugs. "I have to hear shit constantly, huh?"

"Yeah." I say kissing his lips. "You need to be reminded what kind of person you want to be."

"A sexually pleased one."

"I'm sure you get enough sex." I say pushing him.

"Sevyn." he snaps like I hurt him. "You hear that shit Kae saying about me?"

I roll my eyes. "All after she showed up at your fucking concert to chill."

He takes out his phone. "I didn't tell you about the shit in my phone. I tried my best to ignore it. I feel like her and Jess working together with this shit. Look at this. You playing wifey with her like I wasn't shit for you. You need to be worrying about that baby you got on the way with your deadbeat ass. And when I didn't reply to that she said. Fuck you and your aimless ass cheating ass dick."

"Like she wasn't fucking anybody that gave her no talent ass self some attention."

"That's what I'm saying."

I stand up on the couch. "I be telling you about these girls you be talking to. No, you want to fucking give these fake ass bitches time."

"Like you." he says grabbing me.

"I can't warn you about me." I laugh pushing his head. "You have been knowing me for years. You should already know what I'm about."

He laughs then stops. He laughs again. "I thought you would change just a little bit and be less... Like you."

"Oh you make me sound great."

"Aye, I'm glad you still the same. We can talk about the relationship... Not relationship. You know the female issues that haunt my life without there being an argument. That's what I like the most."

I fall down on the couch. "You should know me. I'm not getting my hands dirty with mindless bullshit. Now if I needed you to say... boost my reputation, I would create drama via social media and shit. We all know you love social media."

"Man, it loves me."

"No, I told you before the problem is where your mind is when you get on those things. You thinking about clearing your name or you not thinking. You know. I'm not going there with you. You will be on there alone. Hell you would just be alone."

He gets on the couch. "I've noticed that your name stays out of shit."

"They probably think we just fucking and this not serious."

"Shit, they couldn't be more wrong." he says kissing my stomach.

I laugh thinking about something else. "Today Joyce called me asking who that man was that Gui was talking to."

"A man?"

"She meant like dating. She thinks that girl is a man."

He chuckles then laughs loudly. "I thought that... Aye, that is a man she talking about. That's not the girl that he is talking to. Ma needs to stay out of everybody's busy. I know who she talking about."

"Your boy might just go that way."

"No." Chris laughs.

I pull on his ear. He didn't have too long before he has to be at a photoshoot. He has been ignoring time a lot lately. It's not like him to be this careless with the time.

"Is everything really okay with you?"

He gives it some thought. "Yeah."

I pull on his ear. "Wrong answer."

"I've been thinking really hard about shit." he says. He takes a deep breath and stand up. "I've been really considering saying fuck the good role. I get into shit whether I'm doing the right thing or not. Why not get blazed and get into shit? It's the same shit."

"It do feel like that but it's not the same shit. It's better to be able to stand up and say I'm innocent and really not have shit to do with it. You want to feel good inside."

"Pills and shit does that."

I pull his waistline towards me. "That's like an invisible cloak. It may feel better but it's all going to be there at the end of the day. Plus more shit."

He leans over me. "Why weren't you always in my life?"

"I have been." I snap.

"You being a friend ain't good enough. Friends don't make you feel like you got something you not supposed to have. I'm not supposed to have such a positive person in my life."

"I can be a bad influence if you want." I say pulling him on the couch.

"No." he says kissing my neck. "You not that good."

I grab his dick. "Am I not?"

He kisses my lips. "Fuck yeah."

"What?"

"What?" he repeats.

I laugh really hard. "Too much blood rushing through your mind for you to keep up?"

He stares at me. "Fuck it. I don't know."

"You have to leave in a few minutes."

"We can do a lot in that time." he says grinding against me.

I laugh. "We aren't alone."

He smiles. "Oh."

"Yeah." I chuckle.

"You started the shit. You got me hard as fuck."

I sit up pushing him back. "That bathroom right there."

"A bat..." he stands up. "Some fucking angel you are."

"Not once did I say that." I giggle.

He pulls me up then picks me up. "I know I've told you how beautiful you are."

I shake my head. "I don't think you have."

"You are beautiful." he says carrying me to the bathroom.

"Says the man about to fuck me." I whisper then pull both of his ears.

He chuckles. "I'm your man, though. I can do that. Like suddenly remembering why I love you."

"While getting ready to fuck in a bathroom." I laugh.

"Yes, on a cold damp sink with mold growing underneath."

He sits me on the counter then closes the door. We do better than I thought we would. I love the fact that after a few months of trying not to be friends we fall back into being friends. The down side is when he wants to get a little stupid out his mouth with friends thinking I'm a friend. But me leaving put him in his place. If only for a while.

"How long do we have?" he asks taking his shirt off.

"30 or 40 maybe?"

"Somebody will come find me." he says grabbing my sides. "I love you, Amber."

I kiss his lips. "Don't say my name bitch."

He laughs in between kisses. I pull him in closer. This feels so right.

  Cammie

I throw the fork at Rollie.

"Yo." he says after it hits him. "You fucking childish."

"Fuck you."

He comes over and snatch the plate. "You've been fucking eating out of styrofoam boxes for two days but when I bring your ass some real food you want to act ungrateful."

"Rollie." I snap then cover my face.

"No, fucking Rollie shit." he says.

"Sorry." I say trying to stop crying.

He kneels down in front of me. "What is it?"

"Everything." I cry.

"You got to fucking take it out on the food?"

I wipe my face. "You don't understand."

There's a tap from the nurse's entrance. The door opens. "Mrs. Neverson."

"What?" I snap.

"You have a package in the next room." Paul says. He is my bodyguard.

I stand up with my arms folded across my chest. He stands there waiting on me. I take my time getting across the room to the door. He had a gentle smile on his face. Matter fact he always has that smile on his face. I step into the security room with him. In the middle of the floor is a big box. I walk around it trying to figure out what could be in this box. I snatch the ribbon trying to untie it. It causes everything to come loose and the sides of the box collapses. I laugh. It's a life size cutout of Trey and Lane.

"This is ridiculous." I giggle.

"What the hell?" Rollie says coming in the room. "Leave it to a famous nigga to think someone would want a life sized image of them."

I hug it. "I like it."

Rollie stands next to it. "Jay, this is awkward."

"Doesn't Lane look handsome?"

"He looks just like his uncle. Damn, them genes strong."

"Yeah those jeans are strong." I laugh.

He chuckles. "I guess you will have Trey and Lane in here with you tonight."

I laugh. "Who really sends some crazy mess like this though? It is a bit much."

"Your real present is here." Paul says handing me a small box.

"Thank you, Paul."

I open the letter attached. "I saw this in a store and couldn't stop thinking about you."

"That would have funny on this thing." Rollie laughs.

"Rollie hush."

I open the small box. It's a tiny glass giraffe with gold spots over its body and diamond eyes. I smile and take it out of the box. I don't have very many other sculptures that aren't elephants. I hold it up closer to the light. It is beautiful regardless of what it is.

"That is pretty." Rollie says.

"Yes." I nod placing it in the box.

Rollie opens a second box. "French chocolate."

I snatch it from him. "I'm not sharing with you."

"Suddenly shun a brotha."

"Oh please." I say smelling the chocolate. "Caden still doesn't have a middle name."

Rollie smiles. "Chocolate."

"Oh shut up. His first name has meaning should I give his middle name meaning? I mean a middle name with meaning?"

"No. Name him after Dad."

I walk back to the room. "Caden Elijah Neverson? What does Elijah mean?"

Rollie shrugs. "Ask your phone not me."

I call Trey.

"Jay." He says loud. "Everything okay?"

"Yes."

He says something away from the phone. "What's on your mind?"

"Why you say that?"

"Cause you calling during my interview. You usually remember unless you have something to say or something is wrong. I'm at the radio interview."

I gasp then giggle. "Oh, call me back."

"We already on the phone."

"What about Elijah for the middle name?"

He doesn't answer right away. I get a little sad inside. I was already attached to the name. Caden Elijah Neverson. I don't know what I would pick after that. I didn't even come up with that.

"Isn't that your father's name?"

"Yeah. You hate it don't you?"

"No." he says really fast. "I like it. I love it if you like it. Caden Elijah."

I smile. "Okay, call me after the interview."

"Somebody wants to talk to you."

"Hey, Mommy." Lane says.

"Hey."

He giggles. "Mommy said hey."

"Who you talking to?"

"A dog." Trey says into the phone.

"Mommy the Booty said hey."

Trey laughs really loud. "Moody. Named after the Harry Potter character."

"Like I know who that is." I say.

"I'll be back Lane." Trey says. "Jay?"

I get a little sad. "You have to go?"

He pauses. "No. I wrote you a song."

"That's nothing new."

"I'm going to put it on Instagram. Oh, I have an album to do. My team thinks it okay for you to pick the final songs for the album."

I smile. "Really?"

"Yeah, I mean they pick the list but you have the final say."

"And I get to pick your style for the album?"

He chuckles. "What do you want?"

"The pre Ready Trey Songz."

"Okay." he chuckles.

I couldn't stop smiling. "I'm excited about that."

"Maybe you will do a song with me."

"Maybe not. I'm not a singer and I don't want offers to sing."

"You no fun."

I laugh. "You can write a song worthy enough for me to do a video to."

"I damn sure fucking will."

"That 3 word sentence needed all that."

"Shut up." he says.

I walk over to the baby. "I can't wait to breastfeed tomorrow."

Trey laughs. "Record it."

"No." I snap. Caden opens one eye. "I wanna close my eyes and everything be my way."

"Close them long enough and it will."

"Why don't you have to get back to your interview?"

"Cause I run shit."

I smile. "Call me back."

"Okay, love you."

"Yeah yeah. I think I love you."

"Bullshit." he says hanging up.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 137

Alex

“You know I’ve been wanting this bag for forever now. I first saw it at a fashion show last month. Every fucking store I went to said they didn’t have it. So finally I went online and they weren’t even available for another few weeks.” Isha snaps as she tosses the bag down. “It does not look good by my side.”

“All that talking you did. I thought you were going to say that you finally found it to buy it.” I laugh.

She makes a face. “Girl, bye.”

“Okay, so what now?”

“I think that we should…”

Some guy walks up interrupting her. “Excuse me.”

“Oh we not interested in buying anything.” Isha says. “Anyway, we should…”

“I’m not trying to sell your friend here anything.”

Isha looks him up and down. “Oh.”

He is not cute with his little ass feet and ugly ass clothes. He looks ridiculous. I look around trying to figure out exactly where I am going to go next. Damn, one ugly nigga can mess up your whole mall trip. I blankly start walking away from him without a word to Isha. Just like I thought she would be she is right there at my side. She knows that he was far away from my standards. I stop in front of a store.

“Boots.” I say putting my hands on my hip. “Is it too warm for boots?”

“Yes.”

I turn around in fear that this nigga followed me. “Oh, Jamaal.”

“Oh, me.” he says.

“Why are you at the same mall as me? I’m tired of looking at your face.”

Isha giggles. “How can you honestly get tired of that handsome boy band face. Jamaal, why is it that you look like you were from 112 or BlackStreet Boys. Jagged Edge?”

He gives her a funny look. “Want to hear some gossip?”

“You know I’m all for gossip.”

“Trey…”

“Which Trey?”

He gets a little closer. “Come on. Trey. He is in Europe touring while Cammie is in the hosiptal with their baby.”

“Wait…” I snap fumbling for my phone. “Don’t tell me you hear some shit I don’t know about my people.”

“It’s a baby boy. Born a month and a half premature.”

I call Hidia. “Bitch, where Cammie?”

“Cammie?”

“You talked to her when?”

She sucks her teeth. “Like last week after… Oh.” she pauses. “I got some news.”

“Oh, kill yourself. Where is she?”

“They won’t tell us where she is. I mean he in the NICU so I’m not pressed about going to see him. I’ll wait until the baby reveal party in a few weeks. You know when he comes home. I meant to call you. She says she not really telling anybody and she would like not to be bothered with calls. He doing okay for his situation.”

“I feel like shit. I was so wrapped up in myself last week.”

She giggles. “Girl, people got lives. Cammie ain’t holding shit against you for staying out her business.”

“Damn, but he in Europe. What she say about that?”

“Nothing too much… Oh at the time he was there. I found out from Mommy and called Cammie. She didn’t talk long. You good?”

I sigh. “Yeah, I’m glad it ain’t nothing serious and I missed it.”

“I wouldn’t have let you miss something serious. Like I said she being lowkey.”

“Yeah. You said Trey was there for it?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s always good, stupid bitch.”

She laughs really hard. “Well fly then bitch.”

I hang up the phone. “Now I know more than you.”

“What do you know?” Isha asks.

“From what Di said she is in the hospital with the baby. Trey was there for everything. Your source got it a bit wrong.” I say putting my hand up to Jamaal’s face.

He shrugs a bit. “Gossip is gossip. Juicer when it’s full.”

“Wait pussy or fruit?” Isha laughs.

“somebody should have encouraged common sense.” Jamaal says.

It seems like she loves being talked to like shit. She ignores it. I’m not fighting her battle against Jamaal’s stupid ass. All she is going to do is encourage her to keep talking shit. I look into Jamaal’s bag. I don’t really know what to say about us. I feel like we stuck is the middle of nothing. It’s never going to go forward or backwards. He is the same old slick mouth gay ass Jamaal.

“What are you doing here with these ugly clothes?”

“I’m trying to find shoes. This is a very…”

I put up my hand. “Like I tell my father very is a bullshitter’s buffer for the bullshit they trying to pass as cake.”

“I became your father at what point?” He says offended.

“Humor someone else.” I say snatching his bag. “Now let’s go back down to this bargain ass store and make you look like a real man.”

He makes a face but doesn’t object the idea. He knows that this shit he has in this bag is ugly. The shirt looks like it came out of a Walmart clearance buggy. It looks faded and worn. I pray that ain’t how it is supposed to look. We walk into the store he got the shirt from. Thank God the whole store doesn’t look like this shit.

“Do you tailor your suits?” I say speaking out loud to no one in particular.

“No. We don’t.”

I take the shirt out of the bag. “He pays $129 for a shirt that may not fit the way that it should fit?”

“We do offer to take measurements.” some other guy sys coming up.

“You need to train your co-worker over there because that is a part of tailoring. Has he been measured? Could we get him measured?”

He walks away. “Yes, we can.”

“I’m going across the way.” Isha says looking between me and Jamaal. “Jagged Edge? You sure we shouldn’t be concerned about you stalking my girl?”

“Go.” Jamaal says flipping through some pants.

“Why you so nonchalant about me picking out your clothes?” I snap at him.

He gives up trying to look busy with the pants. “You are an image consultant.’

“And you a street nigga wanting to look good?”

“Take the silver pacifier out of your mouth.”

“It helps me suck dick better.” I hiss under my breath.

It takes him a few extra seconds to put together what I said. I have a good laugh with myself. It does shut him up with his trash talking. That and the man measuring his uncomfortably. I wait for the man to give me his size. You can’t buy dress suits without being measured to see how you fit them. Even down to a simple shirt whether it is joined together with a suit. After getting his information I find him something that better fits his boy band look. Isha is right about that. I fit him with a slightly bigger size than normal and make sure the pants weren’t skinny leg.

“How do you like yourself?” I ask as he looks at the outfit all together.

“It doesn’t really matter.”

I put my hands on my hip. “Do we have to go back to elementary school lessons on self worth?”

“Don’t be funny. I’m talking about the look. It’s different. I wanted something different.”

“It’s sexy.” I retort.

He licks his lips. “I know this much.”

I roll my eyes. “Airhead.”

“It’s sexy.” he says touching my lower back and kissing my cheek. “Thank you.”

“What’s the special occasion?”

“A night in the town with a pretty woman.” he says then close the door.

I pissed off. I’m not helping you look good for some date. Shit I already did it. Can’t do shit about it now. He does look handsome in the outfit.

Trey

I show Lane the flash card that I had. He rolls his eyes at me. Bad ass little boy. He wanted to read the one that he had in his hand instead of the one that I had in my hand. I take it out his hand once again and show him the flashcard. He stares at it like he doesn’t know what it is. I pick up the one that he had and hold it up for him.

“Stop.” he says really fast.

“You can read that one but not this one? What does this say?”

He sighs. “Car.”

“What does this say?” I ask holding up a new word.

“I like stop.” he says looking for it.

I hold stop up yet again. “What is this?”

“Stop.” he says proudly.

“What color is this?”

“Yellow.” he says. “That stop sign red.”

We aren’t getting anywhere. I give him the stop card. He picks up another card then puts it in his stash that he has beside him. They are the cards that he like. He only knows bout 20 of them. Each day we add one card. We started with 5. He likes to do this.

“What do you have?”

“Yes.” he says. He picks one from his stash. “Which.”

I chuckle. I think he knows enough to impress Cammie. I call her. She should be just waking up.

“Love.”

“You hear the baby?” she giggles.

I listen to the back ground. “I hear him a little bit. What’s wrong with him?”

“He is getting wiped down and being ridiculous.”

“And it doesn’t hurt him?”

“No, Tremaine.” she laughs. “His nervous system is fine. He is faking.”

I press the video button. “Let me see him.”

She smiles at the camera then turn it. The nurse had him naked under the light wiping him slowly. She lifts is his legs then put his diaper on. Lane stops stacking the cards and looks up at me. He stares for a few seconds then goes back to what he is doing. He doesn’t care for Caden at all. I smile at Cammie’s face. She seemed happier than yesterday.

“Did you talk to the doctor?”

“This morning at like 6. He came in to check the results of the PKU test. So far he has done good on all the test. The doctor is worried about his weight. He says that I can try to breastfeed tomorrow. I won’t be able to exclusively breastfeed because he needs to gain weight so he needs formula with lots of vitamins.”

“Anything is good. As long as you get to hold him once a day.”

She smiles a bit. “Where is Lane?”

I turn the camera to him. “Lane, Mommy.”

“I busy.” he says.

“Busy doing what?” she snaps. “You too busy to talk to your Mama little boy?”

He smiles. “Hey, Mommy.”

She rolls her eyes. “Hey, Lane. What are you doing?”

“Read.”

“You reading?” she giggles thinking he being funny.

I hold up the word stop. “What is this?”

He looks up. “Stop.” he reaches his hand out. “That mine.”

“All of them are yours. Tell your mother what they say.”

“Cat. Stop. Dylan. That my name. Dylan. Stop. Up. Get down. Down. Look Mommy. It a bird. Yellow!” he says throwing the card. “Mommy, that a Caden?”

Cammie looks away from the camera. “Yes, Caden. You want to see Caden?”

“No.”

“We have been reading.” I say.

“I see that. How did you get him to learn them so fast?”

I shrug. “He remembered what I said. I told him what they say then he started telling me what they say. Lane go get your book.”

He crawls really fast to go get it. He loves the book. It’s where we got the flashcards from. They were attached to it with a blank on for his name. He brings the book back. He loves it because he can read it now.

“Work. Dog. Work.” Lane says excitedly.

“Oh my gosh.” Cammie says crying. “I can’t deal with this right now.”

Lane sits down beside me. “Work. Dog. Work.”

“He doesn’t actually read it, Jay. You are going to cry about it?”

“You can’t teach my baby how to read.” she says teary eyed.

I smile. “You can’t do everything. We were bored so I went to the store.”

“The dog work on the road?” Lane says flipping through the book. “Work, Dog. Work.”

“I’m not feeling this one on one do shit without Mommy thing going on here.”

I laugh. “I do love you.”

“Take me off this video thing.” she says covering it.

“Why?” I ask but take it off. “I can’t see your beautiful face. And I like your hair”

“MiMi did it. It’s alright. Disney keep sending me emails trying to find out if I am going to let them throw me a baby reveal party. I’m not even thinking about that. They don’t know that the babies are here already.”

I stop Lane from stuffing the cards into the book. “We need to talk about that. Do you have an idea about what you want to do? As far as announcing him.”

“When he goes home then we will decide something. I don’t want to deal with the worst case scenario with the whole world. They not going through this with me no matter how supportive some might be.”

“I can dig that.”

She sighs. “I miss you. Yes?”

“Who s that?”

“The nurse.” she yawns. “He still has to be fed ever two hours just as if he weren’t hooked up to any of those tubes. I might sleep in the security room with Rollie tonight. They won’t let me do the feedings myself so why do I have to wake up each time?”

“Why does Rollie sleep in the security room?”

“They have two beds in there. This room only have one.”

I nod. “I thought that he was the security person. I know I was specific about what I wanted.”

“No.”

“Where is my mama?”

She giggles. “Our mama is going to the spa to relax. She says that she was so stressed this week. So Rollie took her to the spa early this morning.”

“I love you.”

Lane gets all up in my face. “I tell Mama. I talk to Mommy.”

“Here.”

“Mommy. I love you, Mommy. I being good. No I don’t miss my bed. I miss Mommy. Yes. I having fun. Yes. I go eat burgers. I eat pizza. Me go with Drake. Drake eat pizza. Yeah. Yes. What you eat Mommy? Yes. Love you.”

I take the phone from him. “Jay?”

“I’m here. Was he saying that he goes with Drake?”

“Yeah. They stay in the hotel most times. Sometimes Drake be up here with him and Buggiz.”

She yawns. “I need to call Buggiz.”

“No you don’t.”

“I wish you were in the states and I could just come see you for a few hours and be back here. I feel so useless.”

I suck up my grief for her sake. I would love to fucking be with her. All of this shit in between us constantly. I want to tell her that she should be here. She has never been on tour with me. It seems ike i’m always the one coming to her events and shit. I can’t be that person right now. i have to be the one that strengths her. I kiss the phone.

“Your presence means so fucking much. I know he appreciates every time that you touch him during the day. He can’t talk. His not screaming when you touch him is his way of letting you know. The teacher lady says that he knows you by your smell and touch.”

“Oh yeah. How is that going?”

I let Lane wiggle his way between me and the phone. “It’s going good. I’m learning more about Lane then anything I feel like. There’s not much to get but pooping and crying with Caden.”

“I know he knows I’m here. I just want to care for my baby myself.”

“Well go to school to be a nurse.”

She giggles. “Well I’m sure you the medical field you can’t care for family members like that. You know, I would be less willing to face the truth.”

“I didn’t ask for your smarts. Don’t need any change.”

“Oh you are so corny.” she sucks her teeth.

I smile. “Yeah. I am.”

She laughs just a little. “I’ve been afraid to take pictures but I think I’m going to take a few. Tremaine?”

“Yes.”

“Can you send MiMI something? I don’t know what to send but she has been really helpful and I’ve been… you know. What would she want?”

“"Jay, she is your friend.”

She blows into the phone. “Yeah but I don’t know what’s going on in her life. We always talking bout me. I feel selfish.”

“You got a great friend. She knows your true feelings. I’ll think of something to send her.”

“Thanks. I’ll forget.”

I text CiCi telling her to do it. I don’t have the time or energy to figure out what MiMi needs in her life. The way Dee’s business has been doing she shouldn’t be in ‘need’ of much.

“Lane is so quiet.” she yawns.

“He is sleep.”

“I fall asleep on you didn’t I?” she giggles.

I chuckle at her tone of voice. “You did.”

“I feel so numb inside.”

“You should after delivering a head a few days again.”

She laughs really hard. “You need to shut up. Caden is going to be two weeks old in a few days.”

“I’m going to send him a birthday gift.”

“For what?” she snaps.

I laugh. “A set of nipples.”

“Only nipples he needs are here.”

“Your nipples?” I say being serious.

“Tremaine.” she says then blows. “You making everything sexual. The hospital… He doesn’t even suck on nipples yet.”

I laugh. “Okay,Jay. You win.”

“You just want to talk about my nipples. You know I might not be able to ever breastfeed like I did with Lane. The nurse was saying that once he is off of the feeding tube he might not be exclusively on breast milk.”

“What will it… Oh I know that. There’s bonding and shit that goes on.”

“Yeap that shit.” she yawns. “Maine, I’m going to sleep okay. You stay on the phone.”

I connect it to the video call. “Sit the phone where I can see you.”

“How about you watch Caden?” she says sitting it down.

“I didn’t know you were next to him.”

“I moved over here just now. This is my nap chair.”

I smile at him. “Touch him.”

She reaches out and touches his stomach. “He is sleeping. It’s hard to tell whether he is doing to be a quiet baby or not. I wish I get him home and he stays like this. Sleeping quietly or just chilling quietly.”

“How was Lane?”

“Quiet for a few months. He started getting interested in what JJ was doing and that was it. Crawling and screaming about nothing. He became very demanding.”

I chuckle. “Wonder why?”

“Don’t try it.”

“Jay…” I lay down with Lane still in my arms.

“How long before you go on stage?”

“About 2 hours. I have an interview then.” I close my eyes.“I haven’t been too busy.”

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 136

One Week Later

Cammie

I feel really bad about leaving the hospital but I promised MiMi that I would at ride out to the dance studio with her. She has been stressing me about going with her. I miss my husband and I miss my baby that can talk. Being at that hospital is stressful as well. Everything is stressful.

"I know you hate but don't show it so damn hard." MiMi says.

"You just don't understand. I don't have no fucking body I want."

She sucks her teeth. "But you got my dumbass who you obviously don't need. Shit."

"Oh shut up. I just hate this. I haven't fucking talked with Trey in 3 days. Three damn days, MiMi. How the hell is he always on stage or always sleep? It don't fucking matter what time I call him. I can never get him on the phone. I talk to Lane just about every time."

"I know you don't care about I say."

"You still talking, MyAsia!"

She laughs as she pulls into the parking lot of the dance studio. Suddenly all my anguish disappears. The thought of being able to dance feels so good. I love my baby to death but I really hate that he took dancing away from me for so long. I jump out of the car not waiting for MiMi at all. My heart beats fast anticipating the sound of music. I just want to hear so music that I can dance to.

"Damn, okay." MiMi yells.

"Irrelevant!"

I walk into the studio. There were a few people standing in the hall. I head to my private room. I fucking love Trey for this. I wouldn't have had it so soon of not for him. We wanted to do it but he finished the plans.

"Hell yes." I say spinning around the room.

I start the radio just wanting to here anything. I just want to dance to something. I dance around the room a bit then I pull my phone up to the radio. Once again I'm not looking for anything specific. All I want to do is dance.

"Look at you acting like life doesn't exist."

"Thank you, MiMi." I say dancing over to her. "It's been so long. I thought my love to dance."

She laughs. "You forgot to double up on your pads as well."

I gasp and grab my breast. "I forgot the pads."

"That's fucking tacky. You fucking leaking all over the dance floor."

"Oh daddy." I say seductively.

She hugs me. "Bae, I love you so damn much. My life wouldn't be shit without you. Even when I hated you I couldn't get enough of you."

"I know you love me." I spin around then sit on the floor. "I can't do too much dancing. Don't want to start fucking bleeding and those bitch ass doctors put me back in the bed."

"You give me life." MiMi says lying down on the floor. "Let's plan our lives for the next few years. No babies."

I put my hands in the sky. "Dear Lord, please let us enjoy these beautiful, yet ugly, dicks that you so gracefully placed in our paths without getting knocked up every year."

"Amen!" MiMi yells kicking her feet up.

"Bae, that's how you got pregnant. Put those legs down."

"We working at this studio then what?"

I turn to her. "I never thought we would get this far. My kids even gone to new heights. They too famous for my little ass. They gonna be on a movie. Something like step up. I'm excited for them. Some of them being offered individual stuff but they can't be on the TV without masks until 18. After that they gonna soar."

"How you know they won't run into anybody like they are?"

"They always masked except here. Home. You know they can't go to the state they were taken from. That's Tennessee and Kentucky."

"Well that's none of them." She sits up. "I'm thinking that we do a TV show."

I roll my eyes. "I'm kinda done with fucking TV."

"But I'm not."

"Damn, I'm out of ideas. Trey wants me to go back to school."

MiMi gives me a look. "Fa wha?"

I giggle. "To be a pharmacist like I started."

"Oh boo." she waves her hand. "It sounds like a good plan but I'm being selfish and that don't have shit to do with me."

"You could get your Master's."

She rolls her eyes. "And do what?"

"Be a nurse. Or be a pharmacist. Like me."

"Okay, on some real shit I would rather do a group home. I really like that home that your kids came from. I would honestly do that."

I shrug. "Even though that has nothing to do with kids. I dig it."

"I could go get my Master's in counseling. Don't exclude me, sexy."

"Okay, so we planning on either going back to school or opening a group home in the next 2 years of no kids."

"Watch I fuck this up first. My ass love getting pregnant and hate wrapping up my penis."

"Oh no. When did we say that?" I snap.

She stands up. "Minnie got her 4 month birthday coming up. I'm so glad that we have the money to fucking take pictures. You just don't know."

I crawl to my phone to check it. "I need to go pump."

"I figured you been away too long. A little time away from that room is as good as nothing. You ready?"

I'm more than ready to get back to my baby.

"It's been so hard. I miss my men."

"I know. I'm tired of staying at your house without anybody but my family. I'm back home now. It's not the same."

I sigh. "I haven't been there in almost two weeks. Oh my gosh. My baby almost two weeks."

MiMi claps. "We should definitely eat cake for him."

"You got mental issues. Why you get so happy?"

"It's cake."

I grab my things. "I got these big ass milk spots."

"Send it to Trey."

"I will not." I giggle.

She has a good laugh about it. "He would probably look right pass the milk with those full ass titties."

I laugh. My heart is torn in so many pieces. I want to be over the world at one time. Man, do I miss my men. Caden is temporarily on that list. I have to get back to the hospital. My baby might forget my smell. He knows my touch oh so well. We haven't lost that.

"You got this." MiMi says. "Oh April coming to see you today. Dee picking her up from the airport later today."

"I oddly missed her. She hasn't been by since Trey left."

MiMi opens the door for me. "We need to get something done to your head. Look like you lost a fight with static."

I touch my ponytail. "That's all I felt like doing to it."

"Oh, I know."

"Hush."

   Trey

"Ma."

"Tremaine." She says just as dry as I did.

I chuckle. "Don't do that. I haven't heard from you."

"You haven't heard from me? Tell me why I hear that you aren't talking to your wife. Are you crazy? I have to hear from her that you lost your mind. So you don't know that the doctor is talking about putting a trach tube in his throat because he isn't able to breathe and keep the milk down. I know you didn't hear about that if you not calling."

"Ma."

She cuts me off. "Don't give me any excuses. There's no explanation for this bullshit. She is going through this alone."

"I'm trying not to lost my mind halfway across the world. I'm not just in another state."

"Your point? Who is the supporter of your family? Rollie."

I suck my teeth. "Okay, Ma."

"Cammie?" Ma says. "I didn't know you were wake. Phone."

"Hello."

I sigh. "Hey, Jay."

Ma had turned the video on. Cammie looked extremely happy to say that I have been avoiding her. I purposely avoided talking to her for the past few days. I can't stand to see her sad and there's nothing I can do about. Nothing I can say to make it better. I also don't want to hear this shit my mama talking. A trach. They want to put a fucking hole in my baby throat.

"I'm so fucking mad at you."

"I can see your face. You sure you mad?"

She smiles for a few seconds before commenting. "Yes, I'm mad. Every time I call you someone else has the phone because you sleep or on stage. It's not even your concert. How you that busy?"

"I haven't been wanting to hear nothing bad."

"But I've been living it. You can't stand to hear it?"

I sit down. "It's hard being away right now."

"Yeah. Well I have more positive stuff to talk about today."

"Before you talk about that do you want to talk about the baby? Let me see him."

She blows. "Ma. Please."

April gets the phone. "I'm going to feed him tonight. I'm excited. He isn't gaining his weight back. He is still losing."

"Damn, I can tell. What the fuck?"

"His little butt is fighting though. I told Cammie that she should convince the doctor to let her breastfeed him."

"She can do that?"

April smiles at the camera. "Yes. You can talk to him as well."

I nod. "Okay."

"Don't be sad, Tweety. Everything is okay."

I nod. I wanted to hang up the phone. I swear I'm about 2 seconds from crying like a fucking baby and leaving this shit. It's not worth it. If I lose my baby it really wouldn't be a good enough excuse for not being there.

"I went to the studio with MiMi today." Cammie says smiling.

"Did you?" I smile.

Her mood was uplifting. "Yeah. It felt so good to dance. I didn't really do any real dancing but the feeling of being at my studio where I can dance freely felt so good. That's all you, so feel good about yourself. You made that possible."

"I made it possible?"

She moves the camera away from her face. "I have your shirt on. It's all I wear."

"You stole my shirt?" I laugh.

"Maybe." She smiles. "It would be amazing if they let me hold him and breastfeed."

I lean back in the chair. "You get to hold him much?"

"No." She rolls her eyes. "It takes so much to feed him that I let him rest while they not in here messing with him. Like they really annoying how much they always doing."

"Damn, I wish I could kiss those lips."

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes. I was watching your lips move. I heard you."

Lane sits up in the bed across the room. "Mommy?"

I stand up. "Mommy on the phone. Want to see Mommy?"

"Yes." He says lying back.

"Cammie. You woke Lane up."

She smiles. "Hey, Mommy's boy."

"Hi, Mommy." he says smiling with his eyes closed.

"I love you, Lane."

He opens his eyes and blows a kiss at the phone. Of course that gets to her super fast. She starts crying immediately. Why did he having to go and do that? She wipes her face then she smiles from ear to ear.

"That's my fucking soul. You remember what you keeping away from me." she says.

"My boy." I say touching my chest.

She giggles. "Okay, whatever. I am the one that pumped blood through those little veins for 9 months."

"I know what I'm keeping from you." I nod.

"How is the tour going?"

"Good." I nod. "It's going really good for a tour."

She yawns. "Talking to you is making me sleepy."

I raise my eyebrows. "You fucking feel like that? I'm boring."

"Oh shut up. I feel relaxed that's all."

"I'm so sorry. I won't go without talking to you. If just felt good to hate you a little bit."

"What? How so?"

I laugh at her reaction. "It makes me feel a little better about being away from you."

"Whatever. If it floats your boat. Hate me."

"Just a little.."

"April are you going to sleep with me? Yes, I do. Okay." she says smiling really hard.

I suck my teeth."Y'all gay."

"Really? Ma..."

"You a lie." I laugh.

"Tremaine, I can hear you." Ma retorts.

I chuckle. "I love you both."

Cammie yawns again. "I've been really missing you and my big boy."

"I know. He has been sure to talk to you every day."

"Yes he has." She smiles. "I've actually been talking to CiCi a lot lately. She finally letting someone else be a bigger bitch than her."

I laugh. "That needed to happen."

Cammie closes her eyes. "Tremaine?"

"Alright, Jay. Please let me know what happens with the breastfeeding."

"I'll be sure she lets you know." Ma says from the background.

I sigh. "Thanks, Ma. Love you."

"I love you too. You stay strong."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And Maine." she gets the phone. "If ever you feel like you have had enough you give it all up and come home. This one will be here regardless of it all."

I nod my head. She kisses towards the phone then hangs up. I lay down on the bed next to Lane. He mumbles in his sleep. He is heaven sent. I don't know why he is so willing to be here away from Cammie. It's like he understands that he is needed here with me. I kiss his head. He needs to get a haircut.

"Lane?"

"Hm?" he says opening and closing his eyes.

"I love you."

He moves his lips but he is too sleepy to talk to me. I kiss him again. I feel better about going to sleep as well. I make sure my phone is turned up so I can hear my wakeup call from Buggiz in a few hours. Damn I miss Cammie.

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Chapter 135

Next Day

Trey

I sit up in the bed then stretch. I forgot I was in the hospital. I look around for Cammie or Lane. They were both over near the baby. Lane is standing there looking at the baby sleep and Cammie is on her phone. I wipe my eyes to get a better look at her. It looks as though she is crying. I slide off the bed and walk over to her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Songz."

"Morning, Daddy." Lane says. He looks at me then at the baby. "It's Caden, Daddy. Caden sleeping."

I touch Cammie's shoulder but respond to Lane. "Caden is sleeping?"

"The lady change Caden diaper. He not poopy."

"You okay?" I whisper in Cammie's ear.

She turns her phone off. "People are so fucking mean."

I kneel down. "What happened?"

"Nothing really." she wipes her face. "Just people on Twitter and Instagram. Some way they in my emails."

"Fuck people." I say touching her face. "What is your assistant doing? Does she not filter that?"

Cammie shrugs. "I don't know what I pay that girl to do. I don't even pay her that I know of."

"Don't worry about that." I say kissing her. "The doctor already came by?"

"He has been by a couple of times. My doctor came by too. She wants me back in the bed."

"Why?"

Cammie blows. "To rest. She says my temperature shouldn't be so low."

I kiss her then hug her. "What do you feel like doing?"

"Crying. That's all."

"No, Jayla." I say standing her up. "Want to take a walk outside?"

She looks at Caden. "No."

I kiss her neck. "Want to open some gifts in the other room?"

"Gifts?"

"Yeah." I nod. "I had Buggiz put them in the empty room next door. That's your security room if you ever need them. Somebody is going to always be in there."

She looks at me petrified. "I need security?"

"I'm not taking chances that you would and not have them there."

"Okay." She sighs. "Lane do you want to open Caden's birthday gifts?"

Lane looks at her mad. "You not open his birthday. He open his birthday."

"But he doesn't know how to. He is too little."

"And we show the Caden?"

"Yes." she says grabbing his hand. "We'll show him all his birthday gifts."

Lane smiles thrilled about the idea. "The Caden my brother?"

Cammie cuts her eyes at me then answers him. "Yes, Lane."

"How many times has he asked that?" I whisper in her ear.

"A million. He thinks he not real."

The nurse stands up. "Good morning. Is there a problem?"

I don't pay her much mind. It's a different nurse than last night. Cammie tells her everything is fine. She does it in a surprisingly nice tone given her mood. In the next room over is Omar. He stands up when we enter the room. There's no Buggiz this morning.

"Alone?" I ask.

"Ms. April sent Buggiz home to rest."

Lane sits one of the presents on the chair near Omar. He isn't wasting anytime opening them. Buggiz must have wrapped them over. When I saw them he had them all open. I saw a swing and an outfit. Lane sucks his teeth at the baby food processor. He goes over to get another box. He places it next to the processor.

"This baby stuff." Lane says disappointed after opening a blanket.

"It's from the Obama's." Cammie says opening a small present. She turns it to me. "How do they know it's a boy? The media will know shortly."

I grab the box from her. "What is this?"

"Some expensive as piggy bank." she says taking the blanket from Lane. "This is so cute. Who is this from?"

"There's something in here." I say turning it over in the box. "A savings bond."

Cammie helps Lane open another present. "It's a camera. Note says send lots of pictures, Willow."

"Mommy, I not like this stuff."

"It's for Caden, Lane."

"He not like this stuff either." Lane snaps truly upset.

I sit the horse in the middle of the floor. "Does Caden like this?"

Lane rushes over to it. "I think so. Let's show him."

"Gift from Usher." Cammie says holding up a mini tux jacket. "He says for his first photoshoot. This is too cute."

"I ride it, Daddy?" Lane asks getting on the rocking horse.

I hold up a card. "This is from your parent... Your mother and stepfather."

She cuts her eyes at me. "What is it?"

"A card. From the church." I say opening it. "It's money. Says congratulations. It has a bunch of signatures on it. Auntie Lois, Auntie Pat, Uncle Ben, Uncle Jeff... These must be the white part of the family."

"Yeah." she laughs. "That's nice."

I nod. "Yeah. This is from Chris."

"Another box?"

"With an elephant." I say taking it out. "A mother and a baby elephant."

She smiles really big. "That's beautiful."

I sit it down. "Yeah, what's that you got?"

"A baby bag. Prada." She makes a face. "I'm bored."

"What did you have for breakfast?"

"Lane went to breakfast with Mama." She says. "April. I'm going back to the room. The doctor said that I should start pumping. Do you want to help with that?"

I chuckle. "Pump you like a goat or something? With a tin bucket."

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be funny."

I follow behind her. "I'll help however I can."

"I only said that to be funny. It's a one person thing. I have this amazing breast pump that came from April I think. I saw it online for a bunch of money. It's not supposed to hurt like the others. You know it feels like the baby is nursing not like a machine sucking the life out of me. I'm excited and stressed at the same time."

"What if I stay?" I ask her stopping Lane from climbing on the baby's bassinet.

She smiles softly. "You will regret it. If you really feel like you need to be here then stay. Our baby is healthy. He may have a feeding tube placed in his throat until he learns how to suck properly. I would like for you to stay."

"Completely?"

"No. Partially. I know it's going to get stressful in this small room."

I nod. "I kinda already feel like this space is too small. It's not private. Different nurses everyday. I thought that they will give us one steady nurse but now that reality is here. People do live outside of their jobs."

She hugs me. "I love you, whether you are here or there. I just love you."

"I love you, too."

"I touch Caden." Lane giggles. "Mommy?"

Cammie moves away from me checking the baby. "Yes, Lane."

"Mommy, that the Caden?"

"Yes. It's Caden."

"Daddy, I touch Caden feet."

I go sit across from them near the baby. I know she is right. It's going to stress me out not keeping my commitment to the concert when the baby is as strong as he is. He might not be ready to go home but everything looks good enough to expect the best. Lane has gone from crying about the baby to being overly anxious and touchy. He keeps trying to get close to his IV or his breathing machine. Cammie explains that he can't touch the baby each time he does it. It doesn't change much.

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"She shouldn't be seeing this shit on her phone."

Rollie walks up with Leah. She is prettier than anybody else I ever seen him with. It's her face without makeup that makes her pretty. She looks like she has Asian in her but she doesn't. She puts her hand on my shoulder then puts her face to the glass and pouts.

"How can I control comments on Instagram?" My publicist asks.

"I'm not asking you to control Instagram. It's the blogs not Instagram. They're talking my exes. Taking pictures of innocent shit and making it look like I'm cheating. You don't know about this stuff?"

She blows. "Imma working on it. Let's do a public exposure."

I inhale. "You are seconds away from getting fired."

"Hear me out. Upload a picture of..."

"My fucking baby is in a box. There will be no pictures of my baby online with tubes in his nose."

She hesitates. "A picture of you and her. Your family. Something positive. Maybe the baby's head with his name."

"I don't think we want to do that either. No one has to know his name. Cammie is very private. Just take care of the shit that's on the web."

"What's up?" Rollie asks after I hang up.

"Tabloid shit." I say then pull Leah away from the glass. "Won't you go in instead of kissing the glass."

She turns around with a slight smile. "I have a fever so I can't go in. Lane doesn't look happy about the baby at all."

"He isn't."

"He is so precious. My baby was 5lb 4 oz at 39 weeks. She was a tiny little thing for reason at all. In a month she gained 10 pounds with her chunky ass. I thought my baby had a disorder. The doctor said she was fine."

I notice the doctor walk in. "Let me see what the doctor is saying. Excuse me."

"Tremaine, he wants to go with Leah and Rollie." Cammie says pushing Lane towards me.

"No, Mommy." he snaps.

She looks to the doctor. "Good afternoon doctor."

I grab Lane's hand. "You want Leah?"

"I go to Leah." he says pulling from me.

"Okay, go." I touch Cammie's shoulder.

She doesn't take her eyes off the doctor. He asks her about the pumping she did this morning and what's being done with that milk. He says right now the baby doesn't need milk but will in a few hours. They are putting a feeding tube in his mouth because he is struggling too hard with breathing to focus on sucking.

"Did you try to feed him?" I ask when he was done talking?"

"We test his reflex. He doesn't respond with sucking motions when his cheek is stroked or touched. That's common."

I look at Cammie. She sorta nods her head like she is okay with that. Hell I don't know shit so I'll nod my head as well. If she thinks it's okay then it will be okay. No need to ask questions when I won't understand the answer.

"After he is breathing well what will be holding him here then?"

"If he passes all over test then feeding. Oh and are you getting him circumcised?"

I nod. "Yeap, got to snip the petey."

Cammie giggles a bit. "You sound a little happy about that."

"No. That was just a question I had an answer for."

"When will that be done? Now?" Cammie says suddenly worried.

Dr. Polk waves his hands. "Oh no. That would be a reason for him staying a few extra days."

"I thought you had to get that within a few days." I ask.

"Of his original due date. If he is off the machine before that he is fine. If not we wait until after 1 and a surgery has to do it."

"This is so much." I exhale.

Cammie nods. "Yeah."

Dr. Polk smiles. "Little fussy has good energy."

"Why is he little fussy?"

"We did the most this morning." Cammie laughs. "You slept through it all. If they touch his hand he cries. They touch his head he cries. They were trying to test his reflex but he cried more than anything."

I look at the doctor. "I didn't hear crying."

"I mean he is short winded. The cry was soft and short." she makes a sound that I heard yesterday.

"It is good to hear him make a sound. Cammie can touch him all day without a problem." Dr. Polk laughs. "Anymore questions?"

I try to think of one. "I think I'm out of questions. Nope, when can we hold him?"

Dr. Polk exhales. "I need you to take that class. He has an IV in his foot now, monitors on his body, and he's very tiny. I need to know you can handle that."

"Me having to go overseas in a day won't change that?"

"Safety first." he shakes his head.

I shrug. I already held him once. I don't give a damn what he says. Caden is lying there peacefully like there's no care in the world. I recken in his world there is nothing to care about. I lean over the glass looking at him.

"How is it possible for him to develop outside of the womb?" I ask.

"These small bodies work better than your old body. They are constantly growing and developing. The human brain... The whole body replaces old cells daily. In the womb he would be safe from infection and wouldn't have to stress breathing air for another 5 weeks. You see?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"I'm glad you said that without all the big words. The doctor I had with my first son was horrible. It's like having a court appointed lawyer." Cammie chuckles.

"I'm glad you are satisfied. I'm going to go grab some lunch. Call me if you need anything."

I nod then hug Cammie. At first she seems like she doesn't want to be touched then she rubs my arm. She makes me forget who I am outside of these walls. Her scent reminds me of home. I feel like I'm home.

"The PR wants us to put a picture up."

"Of the baby? I'm not putting a picture of my baby on the internet like that."

I kiss her neck. "I said the same thing. I think it's time to get someone that understands family values more. My life has changed too much for her."

"Call April and her people."

"That would be putting my foot in my mouth."

She looks at me. "Do you want the job done? I'm only trying to support what you saying needs to be done. Replace her if she isn't doing right by you."

"Us." I say kissing her lips.

"I don't want to be on the internet myself. She really doesn't know what's going on."

"I'll talk to Ma." I squeeze her really tight. "You don't want to go to the house for a few years?"

"I really have to be here. Mentally. I can't be home without my baby."

I nod. "I won't force it. Did you sleep?"

She nods. "Yes. I could stare at him all day."

"Yeah." I kiss her. "I could stand here holding you all day."

"And I wouldn't have one problem with that."

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Chapter 134

Rollie

Trey walks out of the room. His assistant showed up to go over something. Feels like the wrong time to be talking business. But that leaves Cammie alone with the baby. I get scrubbed down by one of the nurses, I told her I couldn't do it, then I go into the room. Cammie looks back at me like she is caught. She turns back to what she's doing.

"What the hell you doing?"

"I just wanted to hold him." She says closing the box up.

I lean over him. "They got him in a box?"

"Yeah."

"Your hubby still what you expected?"

She looks at me with a really big smile on her face. "Him being in that room didn't make shit feel better about pushing that baby out. Rollie, I'm so fucking glad it's over. I felt worst because I just couldn't tell anybody about how bad I felt. I swear sometimes I wanted to leave everything and come back after the baby was born. But I needed the support at the same time. I don't know."

"So you felt no better about your husband being there?"

"No." She giggles. "Him being here now and being so excited about our baby makes me happy but I'm not happy."

I touch the baby's foot. "Why aren't you happy?"

"Trey's money won't make my baby go home any faster. Money can't fix this."

"You gonna ask him not to go on tour?"

She cuts her eyes at me. "You really think that I should do that? He makes thousands off of this tour. It's a great way to prom... I sound like a lunatic. I don't want him to be in this hospital stuck when he could have been out doing what needs to be done."

"But you need a husband."

"I got a husband." she says lying on the bed they setup. "Rollie, I'm really sleepy suddenly. I don't know. So many benefits come from this tour. I can't name too many benefits of sitting in this hospital. His bad nerves, my bad nerves. We would do more harm than good in this small room."

I lean over the small box. "What's his middle name?"

"I don't know."

"Caden means spirit of battle."

She lifts her head up. "That's scary perfect."

"Yeah. This man did an ass of shit for you."

"He tries really hard. He..." she stops due to the door opening.

"I hate having to scrub down like that. You have to do that every time you go to the bathroom?" Trey says entering the room.

Cammie yawns. "I will have to go in the nurses' station out to that bathroom. She said there's no need to scrub my skin off every time."

"It's better than those NICU rooms. I walked pass the NICU for the hell of it. To see if we overdoing it but those babies are really close together. Couldn't see more unless I was scrubbed in." After a moment of awkward silence, Trey keeps talking. "I'll be staying until Wednesday. The first show isn't until Thursday. They will do that city without me. It's a fucking Nikki Minaj tour not a Trey Songz tour."

"That won't hurt you?"

Trey turns to get the baby to react to his touch. "I don't care if it does."

"You would lose it all?" I ask.

"I would. I have done enough business to know how this all works. I can make money with just my songs alone. I just prefer to be the one performing them."

"You think he will go home this week?" Cammie asks no one in particular.

"No." I say.

Trey sits on the bed where Cammie is. "You know he may have to stay until his really due date. The doctor said that."

She sits up. "Until May?"

"I'm leaving." I say going to say goodbye to Cammie.

"Where are you going?"

"To tell Leah about the baby. You know Lane going to Europe works out good. Don't have to worry about the hassle to find someone he would stay with."

Cammie blows. "Bye."

I chuckle. "Oh shut up. Your husband right there."

"Oh, I thought you were gone. Say what?"

"Fake ass." I say walking out.

I glance back over my shoulder. She is looking in my direction with a big smile on her face. I smile back. Trey starts lying down on the small as hospital bed. I close the door.

"That little midget looks exactly like Lane doesn't he?" Buggiz says to me.

"Exactly like him. You ever gonna tell your boy that you been there a few days after his first son was born?"

Buggiz shakes his head. "Nope, because at the time I didn't know who baby that was."

"Fucking Cammie." I say walking away.

"You going to Europe?" He asks.

I pause. "Naw, I think I'm going to stop running from my crazy pregnant girlfriend who not really my girlfriend right now."

He laughs. "Say that again faster."

"You going to Europe?"

"I have to. My little midget client will be going."

"Where is Lane?"

"Home."

I nod my head. "Alright."

He doesn't say anything else. I leave the hospital in Trey's car that's sitting outside waiting on him. I hope he wasn't planning on going anywhere. The car might have been there for Buggiz to get Lane or someone stuck at the hospital now. Either way I'm already gone. I toss the driver a tip then walk to the house. It's quiet and everything is off. It takes Leah forever to get to the door.

"Can I help you?" A white man says.

"Oh." I say backing up. "Shit wrong house."

He nods. "Thought you were going to ask to borrow something."

I laugh. I often knock on this man's door instead of Leah's. Their houses are exactly the same and if you don't look for the cars, which are both parked inside the garage tonight, you would never know which house is which. Glad this white man is cool and didn't call the police. I knock on Leah's well lite less quiet house. The door swings open.

"Hey, Rollie!" Shay yells hugging me.

"I went to the wrong house again."

She looks at the door. "I didn't put enough stars in my window?"

I back up into the yard. "Your light is on."

"Who in my room?" she says dashing away.

"Leah." I yell through the house.

She comes out the back with a robe on and some green stuff all over her face. I shut the front door and lock it. I don't know if she had a smile on her face or what. I follow behind her. She had went into the bathroom.

"Cammie had her baby."

"What!" she comes out the bathroom with the stuff halfway on her face. "She lost the baby."

I sit on the bed. "She had it. A boy."

"Geesh." she says walking back in the bathroom then shutting the door.

I lay back and close my eyes.

  Cammie

"You and your brother still secretly talking shit about me?"

"You should know that."

He has his eyes closed mumbling to me. "You never said anything about me staying a few more days. You want me gone?"

"Yeah, so I can have this baby to myself. I picked him up."

"Jayla." Trey snaps opening his eyes. "The doctor said don't."

I suck my teeth. "You let the doctor tell you what to do with your child. My baby needs to feel his mother. I needed to feel him. I won't do it again."

"The doctor knows best."

"He doesn't. Dr. Pokewhatever doesn't know my body more than me."

Trey exhales. "You so damn stubborn."

I cross my arms. "Whatever."

"What if you held him wrong?"

"I been to a parenting class. I told you they thought he needed to be hospitalized. Lane. I took a class about all this stuff. The feeding tube."

Trey stretches really big then stand up. "Come show me or I'm telling the doctor."

I laugh as I stand up. "I don't care if you tell on me, Tremaine."

"Come on." he says walking to the baby.

"You have to be extra gentle and don't bring him to your body because your clothes carry stuff. Just hold him in your hands, okay."

Trey nods. I open the incubator box then pick him up slowly. Trey is eager to hold him. He doesn't wait to be told to put his hands on mine. I gently place him into Trey's hands. Trey's face instantly lights up. He stares at him with a smile all across his face. I smile then play with Caden's chin. He scrunches his face up but stays sleep.

"This is a blessing."

"Rollie says his name means spirit of battle."

Trey nods. "I didn't know I had more room in my heart for this."

I look around. "Trey you are going to get us caught. Put him down now."

"I can't. I don't want to but I also don't know how."

"Just do it slowly."

Trey lowers him down to the mattress then slides his hands from under him. "Damn, I love being a father. I love you."

"You talking to Caden or me?"

"You." he chuckles.

I pinch Caden's little leg gently. His eyes open when I touch him. He looks around with his eyes cracked open. I get close as I could so he could see my face. I will be glad when the doctor lets me hold my baby as much as I like.

"I'm so tired." Trey says grabbing my arm. He pulls me. "Come lay down."

"Why?" I say snatching my arm but not getting away.

Trey lets me go. "Come on."

"I'm tired of lying down."

"For once make this about me."

I look at him. He sounded so fucking sweet. I wrap my arms around his waist. Fine if I must lie down beside him. He hugs me back.

"Okay, Lane." Ma says letting go of his hand at the door.

"No, Nanma." Lane cries.

April walks into the room. "He looks so handsome lying there. Awh."

Lane cries softly until he gets to Trey. "Daddy, hey."

"Hey, Lane."

"He wouldn't stop crying at the house. I tried to give him a bath and put him to bed but he only wants Trey." April says walking back to the door. "I'll be back in the morning. I love y'all."

I blow her a kiss. "Love you."

"Oh." April says grabbing a bag from by the door. "Clean clothes for everyone and cupcakes."

"Cupcakes?" I say letting go of Trey.

"Cupcakes for Mommy." Lane says.

Trey lies down in the bed. "This is how we will live when we broke. A studio apartment."

"With other women waiting outside."

"I won't be so popular broke. Not in America."

"Oh so you do have them now."

He laughs sleepily. "No, Jay. You trying to make something up. Be quiet."

"Oh be quiet." Lane says sitting down in a chair that rocks. "Mommy."

"Yes, Lane."

His eyes dart towards the baby like he suddenly remembered he was in here. "Wh... That the Caden?"

"Yes."

"Caden stank."

I giggle. "He does not stank, Lane."

Lane rocks in the chair then slides out of it. "That the Caden? I see."

"Come on but don't touch anything."

"It sick?"

"It? Caden is sick. Yes. It's hard for him to breathe."

Lane stares at him. "Mommy?"

"Yes, Lane."

He yawns instead of saying anything. I kiss him on the head. Before I could move away he grabs my face and kisses me. I smile at him then we share more kisses. I need to figure out how to make Lane okay about having a baby around. He is turning 3 in 3 months. My baby doesn't understand why we got another baby. I give him a really long kiss on his cheek. He laughs about it, too much to kiss me back.

"You silly baby. I love you."

"Love you, Mommy." he stands up in the chair then looks at Caden. "That hurt?"

I look at Caden. "No it doesn't hurt."

"Caden sleep?"

"Yes, Caden, your brother."

Lane frowns. "I not want it."

I kiss him. "Caden loves you Lane. You don't love Caden?"

"No."

"What about when Caden can walk and he plays with cars with you? And he can ride with you in your big car. You will be his big brother."

Lane gets down off the chair. "I leaving."

I smile behind his back. "Okay, Lane.

"Okay, Mommy." he says glancing back at me.

"Where are you going?"

"Get cupcake." he says.

I go over to make sure he doesn't mess anything up.

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Chapter 133

Cammie

I sit on the edge of the bed. I'm trying to be patient with these people but it's been 3 hours since I had my baby and I haven't even touched him. They got me on some fucking pain medication that I didn't ask for. I'm ready to fucking snap. The nurse walks in with a piece of paper.

"Great news." she says. "Dr. Polk has approved Dylan to go into the nursery. The nurses were working as fast as possible to sterilize everything and setup the washing station. Once we have you in there Mrs. Neverson everyone else can be scrubbed and enter. The doctor would like for it to only be 2 people in the room. He says not counting you Cammie as you probably won't be leaving out. And anyone under 12 needs to be approved before entering."

"You said the room is ready?" Trey says standing up.

She smiles. "Yes, no baby at the moment. It's ready."

He makes a face. "So you saying all this for what?"

"I..." the nurse looks at the paper. "I need Mrs. Neverson to come with me to the room so I can take her through the steps."

"Why the hell can't we both go?"

I stand up. "She just told you, Tremaine. You not going to be in there constantly."

"The hell if I'm not for 2 fucking days."

"Oh now your damn medicine wants to check out. Show your ass in this hospital."

Trey thinks about it then he gets a little sad. He needs to stop with that fucking shit. Pouting like he a little kid. I put my hands on my hip then look at the nurse. She is reading over her paper trying to avoid eye contact. He done made the nurse feel uncomfortable about her fucking job.

"How long will it take for you to explain this to me?"

"The doctor will go over some things with you. He will be there. He specifically said that he needs only you right now."

I walk over to Trey. "You don't take anymore of those pills or whatever the hell you were on earlier. Went from sugar to shit."

"I'm ready to see my son."

"I'm going to talk to the doctor not see him. We'll see him at the same time." I say kissing him. "Walk me down there?"

He starts walking forward not saying anything else. I know he feeling like I'm feeling. It's fucking annoying. Him acting shit making me act normal. I was ready to go off on this lady the second she came in here. We follow her to another floor. It had a stronger stench of clean. There were rooms with curtains drown back. Most of the rooms in this section were empty. We stop at a room that was shut off. She stands at a sink.

"It is good that you both are here." she says pointing to the sink. "You put your foot here to start the water. Pull up your sleeves or remove your jacket. Everything is single use. Soap towels all go in the trash. Mrs. Neverson you can be the example. Start with the foot pump."

"We have to do this each time we enter the room?"

"Yes." the nurse says.

I start washing my hands and arms. I've been through this before. Trey watches the timer as it ticks. I feel like I'm scrubbing my fucking skin off. The nurse talks about the process and how its important to keep infection down. After I finally rinse my hands I go into the nursery. How cute is this? It is very similar to the nursery that Trey designed at home. I touch the blanket then start crying. I want to see my baby.

"Mrs. Cammie." the doctor says. "I know. I'll be quick. Step with me through this door. That is the entrance for guest. This will be the nurse's entrance. You will still have a personal nurse monitoring the baby at all times or to assist you with anything. We ask that you don't allow anyone to pick the baby or do too much touching. It is still flu season. In a couple of days we will go over breastfeeding techniques if he is feeding well. Are you going to pump?"

"Yes."

He nods good. "Step this way. They are making an exception for this arrangement here. You said your toddler wanted to come in so I told the nurses 3 people. You being 1. I want to show you, with permission from this loving mother, some quick tips."

We walk into another room. Sitting in the room is a white woman and her baby. The baby had a lot of tubes and things running from its tiny body. It was really really tiny. I started to cry once again. The doctor touches my back then explains to me about the feeding tube and possibilities of extreme weight loss. It was hard to listen to him go on. I just want to see my baby. The lady hugs me telling me how she had been here for 2 weeks now and how i helped her be able to spend more time with her baby. The hospital didn't have this available until they made arrangements for me. That made me smile. Afterwards we walk back to the room. Trey is sitting down on the chair. He stands up.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I met this other lady who we helped. She has a setup like this now. Thanks to your fucking demands."

He cracks a little smile. "You will sound better when you start to appreciate my demands."

I start crying. "I hope I don't have to stay long."

"Let's not focus on that. You will be together."

"Excuse me, doctor." A nurse says rushing in the room.

She starts moving things around then she disappears. A few seconds later she is back in the room carrying some stuff. She pauses then dashes out of the room. I look at Trey. She had seen him and paused. He is bothered by it. I gasp and spin around from Trey. I saw the bassinette out the corner of my eyes. They will it in covered with a thick blanket that matched the room. I step forward then Trey moves me back out of the way.

"He is so dark." Trey says when they remove the blanket.

"Tremaine, don't be stupid. He has a blue light on him."

Trey starts laughing. "I thought the pillow was just blue for boy."

"Please shut up." I say stepping closer.

"Give them a second, Jay."

The nurse pauses again. She steps back out the way watching us. There were two other nurses hooking stuff up. Another a few minutes they all step away from the baby. Dr. Polk, who real name is too hard to remember, gives up and looks over everything. He gestures to me to come over. At least that's what i got out of it.

"Give me a few hours before you hold him. Remember keep touching at a minimum. One additional visitor at a time. I know you understand. I won't hassle you any longer. I'll be hanging around until I get those results."

"Are you going to be on call? How does this work with you not working for this hospital?"

"I'll be around. Helping out. That was one of my patients I had transferred here. I have plenty to do. I'll be on call yes. Within minutes away."

I touch his foot through the box. He draws his foot up into his body. After a few seconds he let's out a high pitch angry cry then gets silent. The doctor comes back into the room. He stares in our direction.

"You are annoying him." Trey says touching his hand. "Hey, Caden."

"Oh shut up." I say touching his leg.

Once again he draws his leg up and makes the noise again. The doctor walks all the way over this time. He smiles from ear to ear as Caden slowly stretches his legs back out. He grabs Trey's finger then let's it go. How fucking cute is he? Once again I start crying. I can't believe this little man gave me all this trouble. His little fussy butt was worth it all. He opens his eyes just a peep then closes them again. When I touch him he opens his eyes again.

"I'm in love all over again." Trey says.

"Isn't he so perfect?"

Trey smiles hard. "He came just at the right time. Right on time."

"Too early."

"But right on time. I have 2 days to spend with him. I'm not in Europe. I didn't miss it. I was so worried about not being here. He is perfectly on time."

I kiss Trey. "Yeah, he is."

He kisses me back. "You perfect."

"Duh."

"Yeah." he chuckles.

  Trey

"Hello."

"Hey, Boo." Nicki sings.

I have a mind to tell her that I'm not coming to Europe. Instead I tell her Ill call here and hang up. Lane grabs my hand. Mama is standing outside of the room waiting. They are going to let Lane come in first since Ma already held the baby and they all can see the baby from outside of the room. Chris said he won't come in. I don't think Rollie or Forrest coming in either.

"Hey, Lane." Cammie says taking out her phone. "Come here."

"Mommy, I hungry for chips."

She kisses his head. "I don't have any chips. Let me show you something."

He gets excited. "Where?"

"Look there's nothing in my stomach." She says pushing her swollen stomach.

"Where?"

I lift him up in the air near the baby. "It's your baby brother Caden."

"No." Lane says then starts crying really hard.

"Lane, shhh." Cammie says.

He only screams louder. Caden jumps moving his hands to his chest and lets out a loud cry. Lane stops crying looking at him really hard. Cammie reaches into the bassinette touching Caden's cheek.

"Okay, we are all okay. Big brother Lane scared you."

"It not a brother." Lane tries to kick the bassinette.

"Enough of that disrespectful behavior." Cammie says calmly.

Lane starts pouting. His feelings are hurt. "No, Mommy."

"Fine, Lane. You being mean."

"No." he pouts. "No be mean. You being mean a me."

Cammie grabs his hand and snatch it towards the baby. Lane has no choice but to touch him. He touches Caden's stomach then pull his hand back. He hides his face in my shoulder and starts sobbing. Someone isn't ready for this change suddenly. I pat his back. He looks at Cammie to see if she is paying attention to him. Of course she isn't. I clear my throat. She looks up but Lane looks away from her. She looks away at the baby.

"Lane." she says a few minutes later.

"Hey, Mommy." he says really fast.

She giggles. "All you thinking about is your daddy. All week it's been daddy."

"Mommy, what that?" Lane points to Caden.

"A baby."

"Caden?"

Cammie smiles really hard. "Caden."

Lane leans forward. "I touch it."

"I feel like staying instead of going on tour."

"Tremaine, I would love you to be you made a commitment."

"I made a more permanent one to you."

She touches my hand then starts to say something. Lane suddenly moves towards the baby more. I snatch his body back as he reaches for the baby's face. Cammie watches us confused about what happened.

"That... On he face." Lane stumbles.

"This." Cammie points to his nose.

Lane looks the baby over confused. "It hurt he nose?"

"No it doesn't hurt his nose. Caden is sick Lane. He needs to have it so he can get better."

"It not hurt the baby?"

"No."

He stares at it more. "What that?"

"Lane, I already told you. It helps him get better. It's Caden, your brother."

"I said no. No thank you."

I chuckle. "Let's go get some chips from Grandma."

He is still staring at Caden. "I not get my nose."

"Oh gosh." Cammie says. "No, Lane. You not getting it put in your nose. You can breathe. You are not sick."

"I not?"

Cammie smiles. "No, big boy."

"I Mommy baby."

"Yes, you are my baby."

He is happy about that. He forgets about the thing being in Caden's nose. I take him to the door where Ma was sitting. Her, Buggiz, and Cammie's Mama. What's Cammie Mama name? Damn I hope I never have to call her by name. Lane runs to Ma.

"Where my chips, Ma?" he says touching her chest.

"Baby, I don't have chips." she smiles at him a little weary eyed. "Came up here looking like my baby just now. Let's go find some chips."

Lane tilts his head at her. "I you baby?"

She smiles. "Yes."

"Can I come in?" Cammie's Mom asks.

"Yeah. Come on in." I say.

She was already scrubbed down and dressed in hospital gear. I glance over at Lane leaving. This is unreal to me. My oldest. I have two babies. I wanted a girl but the excitement I have is so overwhelming that I feel like I got exactly what I wanted. It appears as though I wanted a boy. Two strong boys. I walk to Cammie. I talked to someone that wasn't my baby's doctor. She said that this is standard for a premature baby but my baby is strong unlike a lot of babies. Something my doctor wouldn't tell me and can't tell me. She says Cammie carried the baby well and there is nothing we could have done to make this play out different.

"I said girl. Now we have to try for another one." I whisper in Cammie's ear.

"Trema... Hey, Mother. What a surprise?" Cammie says. "His is fat for a preemie."

Cammie's mother smiles. "Oh but he is so adorable. Who cares how small he is. It makes him cuter."

Cammie touches his foot. "I want to hold him so bad."

"You better go ahead and find a class. Heck, you have money to bring a teacher to you. Your sister was 2 weeks early and extremely underweight. I always say 2 weeks. She was 36 weeks. She was so small."

"So you experienced this?"

She smiles really hard. "Cammie stayed in the hospital for 3 weeks without me. I had to get my sister in law to donate milk. I was so sick after having her."

"After?" I ask.

"Oh yes." she says touching Caden. "He is so cold. They need to turn this heater up. Trey would you mind telling them. His little hands are cold."

Cammie scrunches her face up. "He doesn't feel cold to me."

"Let me see your hand. You may feel just like him." She says taking Cammie's hand. "Just as I expected. Ask for some blankets. Why aren't you in bed?"

"I'm tired of being in bed."

Mama Cammie puts her hands on her hips. "You still need to act as though you are pregnant. Your bed doesn't just bounce back into place. I was out of work for 4 months threatened with a hysterectomy."

I look at Cammie. She cuts her eyes at me then sucks her teeth. Oh she know I'm about to pester her with doing right after hearing from her mother. I'm glad she found out about this. Whoever told her.

"How did you find out Cammie was in labor?"

"You are famous."

I walk to the nurse's station outside. "This... Can you turn up the baby's incubator? His hands are cold."

"You... Trey Songz." she looks around. "Oh. Sorry. Oh my gosh. Something told me to say yes to the department change. I have to get the doctor's permission. One moment."

"Is there a setting that can turn the room heat up?"

She enters the room. "Oh, gosh. Cammie."

I look at Cammie. "Yeah, it kinda works like that."

"They must have been too busy to turn the heat on." she does what we could have done. "It is a little cold in here. Anything else?"

"Blankets." Mama Cammie says.

The nurse nods her head really fast. "Yes, okay. I'll check on the incubator temperature. I'm Stacey, by the way. If you need anything else."

"See." Mama Cammie says. "That's how I knew. Someone at the church was talking about Chris Brown leaving a concert or something for an emergency. Mommi called someone to confirm."

"Well that's something."

Mama Cammie was all smiles. "I'm going to take a picture of his little head. That's all the church needs to see of him."

I chuckle. "You already know the famous life."

"I don't have time to explain my business to everyone." she says with an attitude towards the thought.

"Mh." Cammie chuckles. "A bed does sound good."

I look around. "Something in here is supposed to layout."

"Don't ask that nurse. She is an annoying one."

"Mama, I'm sure she can hear you." Cammie snaps.

"Mhmm." her mother says.

I smile. Cammie tries to separate herself from her mother but they do similar stuff. Cammie is annoyed very easily by her mother's presence.

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Chapter 132

Chris

"I know you said let's not talk about you being here but I wanna know when you leaving." Sevyn says leaning on my chest.

"You acting like you care bout me."

She stands up. "I had enough of the flirting and my Bae needed me. I'm glad that I was there at the time. Me and MiMi were in the room with Lane. I'm lowkey feeling some type of way about not being in there this time. But I'm happy as hell that her baby's father and his mama... April and Trey was there. Still pissed though."

"I'm leaving back out in a few hours." I say taking out my phone.

"I heard on social media about your ex being at your concert." Sevyn says.

I knew it would come up. "Seems like a setup that you had left the day before. You set that up?"

"Me? I setup drama?" she laughs.

"If you wanna know I didn't talk with her the whole time she was there."

"Come on Chris. All 3 days of her being on tour."

I should have know she would get the whole story from one of those niggas that was there. She might even have proof that I talked to her. I scrunch up my face at her. Somebody tell me why I lied and how the hell to get out of it. Can goof my way out of shit with Sevyn. She not laughing at shit during a serious moment.

"To be more specific we had only general conversation. Not much to say."

"I already know everything. Unless there's something you wanna tell me about Kae."

"Not that I can think of. You got something?"

"Nope, didn't ask no questions after that. I wanna be convinced that you got your shit together and we not dealing with simple bullshit. I only wanna deal with the problems that arise between our schedules and business."

I hug her. "Tell me you flying back."

"I got to at least see Cammie home."

"Okay. I understand that."

Lane walks into the room with Rollie. "Hey, Chris. Why you here?"

"Why you here?"

"See my Daddy get me."

I smile at him. "Oh. Ok little dude. What happened with your parents?"

Rollie sits down. "My mom? Yeah, she in the gift store. My parents with an s, not both present."

"I said that."

"I wonder who called them. They said they got on the plane as soon as they heard the news. Fucking Cammie. You seen her yet?"

I shake my head. "Naw."

"She not going to be right if that baby doesn't go home with her."

"I know." Sevyn nods. "They keep Lane for a day without her. They were begging her to go home and rest."

I shake my head. "No. Trey already has all this together. If the baby stays and Cammie goes they are moving the baby into a private room with a private nurse and doctor. I was there when talked to the hospital administrative. She isn't going to be required to leave."

Rollie nods. "Money talks. How much is this going to cost?"

"His insurance company is paying for most of it. You pay an as of money a month and they will fucking do anything. He has some type of premium plan for maternal shit. He also get paid maternity leave."

"Wait Trey get paid for her having the baby?" Rollie snaps. "But he is working. He going on tour."

"I don't know how that works since she had him early."

Sevyn smiles really hard. "His name is going to be Caden. I'm so ready to see him."

Rollie grabs Lane's hand. "Let's go find your daddy."

"No. I hungry for that chips. The chips."

"No you not. Come on."

Lane has no choice with Rollie. He doesn't cry or fuss with Rollie. I hug Sevyn. I really do miss her being around but if she has to be here I understand that too.

"I'll fly out with you then come back when Trey leaves. They need time to themselves. She not gonna have much time for me." Sevyn says.

"Me liky."

Sevyn walks away from me. "We should follow Rollie to see Cammie."

I follow behind her then stop. I keep getting messages from a random number talking about some stupid ass Jess shit. Jess was this girl before me and Sevyn got together. Jess got annoying really fast with her hating ass. She nothing but a basic bitch who grabbed my lonely as attention. None of these texts make sense. Maybe I shouldn't have deleted them as they came in.

"You all in that phone doing what?" she asks nicely.

"Deleting shit about this Jess girl."

"What about her?"

I shrug. "I sorta deleted the meaning. Something about a regret. Nothing makes sense."

The way that Sevyn looks at makes me even more confused. What is she thinking? Ok, I did lie just a tad bit. It wasn't completely before Sevyn and I started dating officially. Some days might have crossed. She didn't ask that though. So I didn't lie. I didn't lie about deleting the shit either.

"Awh." Sevyn says forgetting about me completely. "I wish that Cammie's baby was in there. This baby is too fat to be a newborn."

"There aren't as many babies as on TV."

"Of course not. Normal people have their babies in the room with them most of the time. These babies probably getting test done."

I look around the room at the different machine and things they had up. One of the nurse looks up then stares at us really hard. I like how quiet but public hospitals are. Most of the people you run into are busy working and can't be all in your face.

"I don't have baby fever right now."

"What?" Sevyn says looking at me.

I smile. "Reality hits when you think about all that shit happening unlike you plan."

I turns towards me. "Like your ex being pregnant."

"What?"

"Jess."

I can't figure this girl out. "That's not what she is saying."

"You wouldn't know if you didn't read them. I know for a fact she pregnant."

"And you taking this lightly? She can't fucking pick who her baby daddy is."

Sevyn walks away. "I ain't dwelling on your shit. I'm thinking about my baby who in the NICU. Fuck your shit."

  Cammie

"Good morning." Dr. Polk exclaims. "How are you feeling?"

"I hope you sounding all perky and shit means good news."

April touches my shoulder. "Cammie. Don't talk baby. Just listen."

She has been encouraging me not to talk for the last longest. Apparently everything I say is negative and full of attitude. I had a good talk with MiMi without being negative. Whatever. I can be quiet as long as the right information is being discussed.

"Did you decide on a name? I would love to talk about him properly."

"Caden." Trey says walking into the room.

The doctor smiles. "His lungs are more undeveloped than I would have expected for his gestational age. He is a great weight and full of energy."

"Full of energy?" Trey asks. "How would you rate that?"

"Most baby's are sluggish and less responsive. Yes of course he doesn't move like you would initially think of moving. The main thing is he is acting like a health newborn. He will open his eyes and move when touched." Dr. Polk says then pauses to see if Trey understood. "We do have him on oxygen to give his lungs time to develop. We have him under an incubator because his temperature was a little low."

"That means he will go home like a umm..."

April finishes his statement. "A full term baby."

That damn doctor still was perky. "As of right now no. We have to keep a eye out for other things that develop hours after birth. Jaundice and feeding issues. There's things I can't confirm until he has had all his test. Have the nurses here talked with you about the parenting classes and breastfeeding?"

"She wouldn't talk to them." Trey says dryly.

"You would still need to pump. He doesn't have any infection which is the best news. We want to keep him that way."

"What does breastmilk have to do with that?" Trey asks.

Everyone kinda gives him a look like shut up with your questions. I touch his hand. He should have known about that. But then again he probably didn't read the information April gave him about babies. I'm sure he didn't if he asking why he has to take a parenting class. He glances at me then the doctor.

"Breastmilk reduces the risk of infection."

"When can we see him?"

The doctor smiles. "Now. Only two people are allowed in the room. I understand that you have special arrangements for him. As of right now we still want to keep the risk of infection down, so only allowing two people inside the room would be best. The nurse didn't say where the baby is being moved but I approve the move."

Trey nods. "Okay."

"Moved? To another hospital?"

"No. Into a private room."

I take a deep breath. "You got to say that."

"What about my toddler? Can he see the baby?"

"I wouldn't suggest that today. Children carry bugs that only affect children." he pauses. "Let do this. How old is he?"

"2 and a half."

"I'll give the little guy a quick check up and when you move into the new room away from the other babies he can come in. If he passes his check up."

I smile. "He is not going to care about seeing a baby. Can I hold the baby?"

"I know you are anxious but not just yet."

"Okay." I sigh. "I been through this before."

The doctor seems to get excited about that. "Your son was premature?"

I start to roll my eyes at him. "He wasn't classified as premature because he was 38 weeks but I did have to leave him in the hospital. He had falsely failed his PKU test. Or... Yeah I think that one. And he had hypoglycemia."

"What the hell is that?" Trey asks then laughs.

"Low blood sugar. Why you laughing?" I snap.

He kisses me. "Nothing."

There's a tap on the door then loud ass Lane talking. I sit up in the bed. Look at my big boy. He punches Rollie then tries to kick him. Rollie spins him around then push him forward. Lane wasn't done with him though.

"Lane." I say.

"What?" he stops fighting Rollie. "Oh, it's the mommy."

He runs over to the bed then looks at Trey. He forgets all about being excited to see me. He runs around the bed to the side where Trey is.

"He looks pretty healthy. Let me send a nurse in." the doctor says walking out.

"What's up with the baby?" Rollie asks kissing me cheek.

I smile. "Same old shit."

Rollie chuckles. "I got some new shit. What really going on though?"

"His lungs aren't developed. They have to run test on him. He doesn't have any infection. I been drinking the hell out of that cranberry juice."

"I'm thankful he didn't get infection from you being dilated for so long." April says.

I roll my eyes. "I'm mad you got to hold my baby and I didn't. I didn't even see him."

"I got a picture of him as they were cleaning him." Helen says giving me my phone.

"You are heaven sent." I say grabbing it and flipping through the pictures.

Trey puts Lane on the bed. Lane feels like whenever someone says look or pictures his face has to be in the phone first so he can see. He doesn't care if your face is already there. I push him back so I could find the picture. He gets mad.

"Mommy, stop." he cries.

"Lane, you wait. Be respectful."

Lane pouts.

"It's not like he is going to like it. He was fighting me cause I said you had a baby." Rollie says.

"You might want to record this then." I laugh. "Awh, look at him."

"I see. I see." Lane says impatiently.

I give him the phone. "See Caden."

Lane makes a face. "I me?"

"No. That's Caden, not you."

"What that?" Lane says staring at the picture. "A baby?"

"Your brother."

Lane swipes the picture away. "No. That not a brother."

Trey chuckles. "He not trying to get it."

"No. He is a mess." I say then look at Rollie. "What news do you have?"

"Me?" Rollie says taking the phone from Trey. "Oh, visitors. You got visitors."

I roll my eyes. "No, shut. Don't... I'm on a short fuse right now. Don't play. I seriously don't feel like it. It hasn't hit me that my baby isn't in me still."

"Ma and her husband are in town."

"What the f... Freaking heck for?"

Trey laughs. "Jay you should hear yourself."

Rollie smiles then gets serious. "To see you and the new baby."

"Lord." April says.

"Amen to that. Call him cause I sure need him." I say rolling my eyes. "And miss church?"

Trey kisses me. "People are allowed to correct their mistakes. We talked about this."

"Yeah." I sigh.

"If you hold on to your grudge and not give them a chance you gonna be the bad person before it's all over." Rollie says. "Guess who picked them up?"

I laugh. "Not you."

"As long as you doing some forgiving and they doing right I'm with it. I'll even support it."

"So you called them?"

"No." Rollie retorts. "I said support not encourage."

Before I could ask April she says. "So who called?"

I shrug. "Probably MiMi."

"It is what it is." Trey says picking Lane up.

"I'm so ready to get up. Helen?" I say looking for her.

"Let's check you then make a decision." she says. "If you all wouldn't mind giving us a minute."

Trey scrunches up his face. "Check what? How are you going to determine if she can get up?"

"Tremaine, either step out or shut up." I say.

"We'll be out here." April says grabbing Lane. She whispers something to Trey.

He looks at me then sits down in the chair quiet. I bet he won't ask no more questions like that. He hates hearing about blood. He refused to take any part in the baby being pushed out. I know him. I told him he can wait outside. I raise my eyebrows at him. He smiles a bit. He cool won't let his true feelings show right now.

"You on something?" I ask.

"Why do people keep asking me that? How am I acting?"

I lay back in the bed. "Very together. Too calm."

"Mm."

I chuckle. "Okay."

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Chapter 131

Trey

"Great!" the doctor says as she moves behind the sheet.

I didn't want to see what it looks like for the baby to come out. April on the other hand wanted to be the one that caught the baby when it came out. That lady and her need to do shit. She also cuts the cord. I don't want to do that either.

"What is it?" Cammie asks. She sits up a bit.

"They are taking the baby out of the room." I tell her.

She starts crying. "Ma, what is it?"

"It's a boy." she smiles. "He..."

"We need for you to push just a little." the doctor says.

I rub her arm. "I'll be back okay?"

She looks at me. "Are you going to see about the baby?"

"I'm going to try."

A nurse comes in right as I say that. "He is 5 pounds 4 ounces." she exclaims. "19 inches."

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"Why did they rush him out?" Cammie cries.

The nurse smiles. "I can't say exactly. They have to do that as a precaution. Get him to an incubator as fast as possible and to a breathing machine as soon as possible. Away from infection. Your baby is 33 weeks and 6 days. Almost at 34 weeks. He is a good size. I have some information for you when you are ready."

"He isn't breathing?"

"Your doctor only gave me the measurements and the information aboit the parenting classes."

I get pissed. "What do we need that for? We..."

"Tremaine." Ma says. "Which classes?"

"Your doctor has a program. If you are ready I could go over it."

Cammie sucks her teeth. "Don't you know the doctors name?"

"Um... No, ma'am. He is one of your doctors that arrived right before the baby came. I'm sorry. I didn't want to interrupt what he's doing to find out his name."

"Dr. Polk. The specialist that Trey hired." Ma says.

"I'm not ready for nothing. You can take that outside." Cammie says.

Typical Cammie. With everything going on I didn't realize that there were so many doctors in here. Our midwife that lived with Cammie is still in here sitting next to Cammie. I lean over the bed into Cammie's face.

"I think I did good."

"Tremaine, you did a damn good job with not getting on my nerves." Cammie says. "I feel like shit."

I chuckle. "I bet your pussy looks like shit."

"Fuck you. Go bother that nurse and leave me alone."

I kiss her. "I want to talk to that doctor."

Cammie closes her eyes. "Helen, can I get up? Like I don't want to be in bed another second."

"Girl, you got to rest for a little while. I'll talk to the doctor but you can't go running laps just yet."

"You know her well." I say walking out into the hall.

April nods her head. "Okay, yes. Thank you."

"Wait, what did she say? Why do we have to take classes?"

"They want to teach you how to care for a premature baby. You will need to take the classes online while in Europe."

I shrug. "Why?"

"You have to. There's a chance that the baby may not come home right away. He about this small." she says cradling her arm. "You have to know how to hold him."

"You suck ass, Mama."

She stops herself from laughing so she could get mad. "Don't get dropped."

"You the only one got to hold him."

"I am aren't I?" she beams.

I turn to the door. "I'm going to tell Cammie, so she can hate you."

Cammie is sleep. Everything is cleaned up in the room. It looked nothing like it did an hour ago. I kiss her.

"I'm glad that I made it." I whisper.

"Tremaine."

I get closer to hear her. "Yes, Jay."

She had went bad to sleep. I kiss her then leave out of the room. I stop the first nurse I see in the hallway.

"Where are the premature babies kept?"

"The NICU."

"I mean, how do I get to it?"

She zones out then smiles. "Hmm?"

"The doctor has to come get you to go into the NICU. Are you visiting or it's your baby?" An older nurse says. "If you give me your name I will page the doctor."

"I have his number. I'll call him. Thanks."

She smiles. The girl starts whispering to her. I go to the waiting room where Sevyn is. I think that MiMi had to leave to care for her baby. To my surprise Chris is in the waiting room hughed up on Sevyn. He stands up.

"How is she?"

"Cammie? Fine. Still mean."

Forrest holds his head up. "What is it? I mean is it okay?"

"It's a boy. 5 pounds 4 ounces."

"What does that mean?" Forrest says.

I shrug. "The hell if I know. They took him out before we could see him. April is the only one saw him. April says he might have to stay long."

"Yeah, premature babies do."

"I'm about to call the doctor." I say stepping towards the door.

Buggiz comes inside. "They moving Cammie down the hall."

"Why?"

"Cause she is in a delivery room. They don't need her in one." Buggiz says. "She is asking for you."

Forrest comes up. "Can we see Cammie?"

"Once she gets in the other room." Buggiz says.

"I am on my way to your room to speak with you." the doctor says.

I walk out the door. "I'll call y'all in a minute. The doctor coming to talk to us about the baby."

Forrest frowns. "I can't come now?"

"Come on." I retort. He acting sad and shit.

"You aren't worried?" Forrest asks.

I look at him. "I'm fucking carry bricks in my chest, bruh."

"Oh. You seem calm."

"Well." I smirk. "I might have taken something on the way a few hours ago."

He furrows his eyebrows. "Cocaine?"

"You fool."

"What then? Some shit Cammie wouldn't like?"

I cut my eyes at him. "I temporarily forgot you were team Cammie. No. Given to me by the doctor."

"I'm making sure cause she don't need to be stressed."

"Look at you, Big Brother. Aye, Yo. Where Rollie?"

Forrest makes his eyes big. "Went to get his mother and stepfather from the airport."

"What?" I stop walking. "Her stepfather? And mama?"

"What a day?"

"And you have no emotion." Forrest retorts.

"Yeah, so."

  MiMi

"Hey, Stank." I say.

"Hey, Boo." Cammie says dryly.

I stretch. "You mad that I'm too tired tocome to the hospital?"

"You not here?"

"Of course I am." I laugh.

She chuckles. "I'm not mad as long as you cook me some cupcakes or buy them like your bitch ass probably gonna do."

I suck my teeth. "No. I'm at your house so Im going to ask your fucking cook to fucking make you dome nonhealthy cupcakes."

"That will work."

"You gonna eat it this time?"

"I will." she yawns. "The doctor gave me some pain medicine. I'm out of it. I want to go see my baby."

I already talked to April about the baby. "They will let you go. You didn't have any complications. You know it takes a while before they decide what they gonna let you do about your own baby."

"Yes it does. Can I boast for a second? Excuse my bitchiness. I have the best fucking husband on the planet. He better than your husband."

"Okay. You can have that." I say rolling my eyes.

She giggles. "I know I'm a pain in the ass."

I smile. "Yeah, you are."

"I love you, though. You always been there no matter how we fight."

"Bitch, that medicine got you high."

She blows. "I have been hiding all the fucking pain having that baby inside of me was. I'm not that high off the medicine. I'm just glad it's over for now. So we shooting for 3 years from now?"

"Yes."

"Okay. My body like oh hell yeah. I wanna turn some music on and dance."

"Girl, sit down."

She laughs really hard. "That's what Helen said. Where is Lane?"

"Not talking to me cause I told him you were having the baby. He said shut up so I fussed at him. Now he is mad at me. I think JJ got an attitude too. You know I want let him go to Chris. He needs to stay home."

"Yeah. Lane gonna be gone for 3 weeks. I'm not ready for that."

"I'll  be here, girl!"

She laughs. "Oh please. Bye."

I chuckle while hanging up. "I'm glad my bestie back to herself, Minnie."

"Why didn't you come home?" Devin says walking into the room.

"My things were here."

He lies down on the bed then puts his head in my lap. "I called you."

I look at my phone. "No, you didn't."

"Oh, I called your old phone. Oops."

"I bet you were bitter as fuck."

He picks Minnie up the lay her next to him. "Sometimes I want to walk away from this business."

"Walk away."

"We need the money."

I kiss him. "Money not changing us. We don't do shit that ain't worth the stress."

He holds Minnie in the air. She is sleeping so hard . She doesn't even flinch as he lifts her above him.

"It's too many new things coming up. I didn't know I have to pay so many fees."

"Does Trey get a profit?"

"Why should he?"

"Wasn't it his money and friends?"

Devin lies Minnie down on the bed where she was. "It has never been a discussion. Me giving him the money he gave me would be pennies to him. He would only take it and aimlessly buy another watch for his collection."

"It would be a nice gesture."

"I'll bring it up but hopefully he say he don't want it. I will be in some debt. I'm trying to save myself a descent salary on the side."

I feel on his chest. "We are the type to save."

He turns over. "Scratch my back."

"Go somewhere."

"Come on."

I lift his shirt. "I'm not scratching this. You know you are breaking out again. I'll put some diaper rash cream on it."

He doesn't say nothing. I rub the cream on his back. If his back breaking out that means he is going through a lot of stress. He hasn't been in the sun like that and we wash our clothes with sensitive detergent. He takes a deep breath. Lane comes into the room.

"Way Mommy?" he says with an attitude.

"Lane, I ain't fussing with you. She at the hospital."

Devin sits up. "Why she at the hospital?"

I make my eyes big. "She had the baby."

"I Mommy baby." Lane yells.

"Leave me alone, Lane."

He rolls his eyes at me. "I don't got no time for you. You being ridiculous."

"Whatever."

"Way Daddy?" he spats.

Little bad ass. "At the hospital."

He breaks down. "I go to hostabowl! No, no, no."

"Bae, call Trey."

"You late." he says on his phone. "Yo, Cammie had the baby? MiMi ain't tell me shit. Oh, you are. But aye! Yo, don't hang up. Lane. Lane, stop that! Here's your dad."

Lane snatches the phone. "Daddy, I... Daddy. Daddy, not there."

"Let me see." Devin says. "Lane he there."

"Daddy, you mean. No." Lane hangs up the phone.

I look at Devin. "Somebody needs a damn beaten."

Lane walks out the room. "I get my shoes."

"You think Trey coming." Devin asks.

"I know he is. When Lane says move Trey moves."

"The baby way early ain't it?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"Trey talking to the baby's doctor right now. They got the money to get him the best doctor."

"Yeah." I smile. "She got her sense back. She said that she was in constant pain with this baby. She never wants people to worry about her. I could tell something was up with how she stayed away. I swear I was blaming Trey."

Devin stretches. "I'm turning my phone off for the rest of the night. Fuck that business if it can't survive over night without me."

I take his shirt off for him. "You do that."

"Until Fatback starts crying."

"I love that woman so much that I love Trey for treating her right. Is that weird?"

"Gay. That shit gay." Devin says with his eyes closed.

Lane walks in the room pouting. "I not find my shoes, Aunt Mi."

"Your daddy coming?"

"Yes." he says mad.

I get up with Minnie putting her in her crib. "Okay, come on."

"K." he says following me.

Mean ass.

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Chapter 130

Trey

I notice that Buggiz isn't standing in front of me anymore. He usually stands between me and the crowd. This is the first time he isn't there. I finish singing the verse then let the music and the crowd sing the chorus. I look to my left. Ma? I walk to the stand and sit the mic down. Ma isn't supposed to be here. She had a meeting that she couldn't miss. Something is wrong. I look to my left for Forrest. He is waving to me pointing to my mother. The music fades out. I say something in the mic that had been turned off. What the hell? Cammie. I start to walk off the stage then pick my mic up.

"They rushing me off this stage." I say into the mic when it turns on. "Thank you for coming out to see this show. We couldn't do it without y'all. I love you."

They start going crazy. I place the mic back on the stand then start blowing kisses. I don't want people thinking I ended my part of the tour on a bad note. I won't be returning to this stage tonight or no other stage with Chris. I walk off the stage calmly. God knows I ain't ready for what I'm about to hear.

  Cammie

"Mommy, I want the big one."

"Lane, ouch. Get off my foot."

He moves closer to me. I give him the big teddy bear. He hugs it then gives it a kiss.

"Mommy, I call Daddy."

"You miss your Daddy?"

He nods his head. "I want Daddy come home. I call him?"

"No. We have to wait for him to get off..."

"Off where?" he asks. "Mommy."

I take a deep breath. "I don't know, Lane."

He gives me a look. "You not know where he at?"

"He is on stage, Lane. Is your foot on my stomach?"

"No." he says scooting away from me.

"Go get, MiMi."

He gets off the bed with the bear. "Is her call Daddy?"

"Yes."

"Okay." he says running out.

I hate to lie to him like that but all day he hasn't been doing anything but talking about Trey. I'm finding myself lying more to him to keep him calm. MiMi comes in the room stretching. I didn't know she was sleep.

"Sorry, Bae. He woke you?"

"It's okay. What's the matter?"

I shrug. "I just want someone in here with me while I go to sleep."

She crawls up on the bed. "No problem, Mama. You hungry?"

"No."

"You didn't really eat earlier."

"I feel full."

She lays her head on my shoulder. "Okay, Mama."

I close my eyes. It almost feels like seconds go by. I sit up really fast reaching for the bottom of my stomach.

"Girl?" MiMi says startled.

"What was that?"

"What?"

I lay back. "I don't know."

"Are you okay?" she says standing up.

"Yeah, must have been a dream."

"No." MiMi says moving towards the door. "Sevyn!"

Amber yells something back to her. Lane comes in my face looking at me really hard. I back him up out my face. He sits there staring at me.

"Lane, what are you looking at?"

"Mommy, you scare me."

I smile. "How?"

He raises his eyebrows. "You yelling. You fight monster in your sleep?"

"No."

"Why you screaming, Mommy?"

I take a deep breath. "Give me my phone, Lane."

"Okay."

"The nurse will be here in a few minutes." Amber says.

I look at her mad. "Why did you call the nurse?"

"MiMi said you having pains."

"It's probably nothing."

"Cammie, we not doing this." MiMi says coming in the room. "Now you know the difference between a dream and real pain. That wasn't a fucking dream."

I take my phone from Lane. Trey said that he would call when he got off stage. I guess he isn't off. I don't know what I was dreaming. Right now I just want to talk to him.

  Trey

I get to Ma. Buggiz is already walking off. I grab Ma stopping her from walking off.

"What is going on?"

"Cammie is on her way to the hospital." Ma says pushing me in the direction of Buggiz.

"Why?"

"Call her Tremaine."

I mean she didn't have to tell me that. Damn she could have just told me herself. Natasha walks up to me with my things. She hands me the phone. I dial Cammie then hang up and call her on video chat.

"I have been waiting for you to get off stage."

"What's going on with you, woman?"

She shrugs. "I don't know."

"Why are you on the way to the hospital?"

"The nurse said that she couldn't make it to me in time to see what's..."

Something goes on with the phone. "Bitch, stop fucking lying. Trey?"

"MiMi?"

"She woke up out of her sleep screaming and sitting up like she in pain. She thinks she was in a nightmare. The nurse asked her 2 questions then told her to go to the hospital and not to wait on her."

"Why?"

Cammie takes the phone. "Where are you?"

I sit up. "Driving to the airport. Jayla, fucking... What is really going on?"

"I don't know. I felt like something had pushed on my stomach earlier then I went to sleep for about 45 minutes."

"So the nurse thinks you could be having the baby?"

"Let's not jump to that. I'm trying to stay positive and you need to as well." Cammie says.

I scrunch up my face. "You talking bu... Okay, Jay. Where is Lane?"

"Home with Elena. Please call him. I know he is upset that I left him with her. He has been talking about you for the last 2 hours nonstop."

"Okay, let me call him."

She smiles. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Bae."

"She needs to stop being so damn stubborn." Ma says.

I look at her. "Where did you come from?"

"MiMi called me right after Cammie went to sleep. She said that Cammie is acting a little weird about suddenly being alone like she is scared of something. So I flew here in jet. Same jet we taking to Atlanta. Cammie isn't going to straight up admit that she thinks something is wrong."

"That bullshit was pissing me off. She could have found something out from the doctor yesterday."

Ma touches my leg. "We'll be there in no time. Call Lane."

"Yeah." I say dialing Elena. "Hey."

"Lane, it's your daddy on the phone." she rejoices.

A few seconds later he comes to the phone. "Daddy this you?"

"Yeah, Big Maine."

"I know this was you."

I smile. "What are you doing?"

"I sad. Mommy not let go."

"That's okay. I'm on the way home. We can go see Mommy when I get home okay?"

"Okay, Daddy. Daddy, I not see you on the phone."

I smile. "Hold on."

I video call him. His big head pops in too close to the phone. He is good at straightening it up. He moves so that he is away from the camera more. He raises his eyebrows at me thinking of a question to ask.

"You with Mommy?"

"No."

"Where you at?"

I show him April. "With your grandma coming home."

"I see grandma."

"Hey, Baby."

He moves his head from side to side. He is just the thing to calm my nerves. Cammie isn't going to do shit but make me mad. Don't act like nothing is going on because you don't want it to happen. That isn't going to help the situation. I'm glad that I had everything in place for her. She would have sat there in that bed until it was too late. Who knows what could have happened to her at home. There's still so much that can happen.

 **********************

 "Jayla Neverson." I say.

The girl looks at me then looks at her computer. "4019."

"What is happening with her right now?"

"Her nurse should be at the station next to her room. Are you family?"

I walk away then turn around a bit. "Yes."

She nods. "She'll let you know."

"Excuse me." I say.

"Yes." she says turning in her chair. "Oh, Neverson? Of course."

I nod. "What's going on?"

"The doctor just left. Mrs. Neverson said that her doctor was on the way but Dr. Cousar said that she is too far along to stop the contracts. We are waiting for her doctor to say what's next. Right now she says wait." she gestures to the door. "You can go on in."

"Thank you." I say walking to the room.

Cammie turns her head. "Tremaine?"

"Hey, Jay."

"Tremaine, they say that I have to have the baby but I'm worried because the baby will be 5 weeks early." she starts crying.

I hug her. "Whatever we get is what we take."

She continues to cry. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I say letting her go. "Calm down and everything will be okay. You want to see Mama. They told us you wouldn't let anyone come in."

"I didn't want them looking at me." she spats.

"You a mess." I say kissing her cheek.

She wipes her face. "Is April mad?"

"Baby, she doesn't know what's going on."

"Yeah, I don't mind if she..." she takes a deep breath with her eyes closed.

I make sure I'm not leaning on her or any of the wires. She just breaths slowly then opens her eyes.

"Contraction?"

"Yeah. I hope the doctor hurries up. What if the baby is beeech?"

"Then we'll have an ass first baby."

She smiles. "You act like you are the one that been through this before."

"As long as you come out of this okay, I'm not worried."

"Hm?" she says teary eyed.

I kiss her. "Let me get, Ma, okay?"

"Okay."

"She wants to be in the room."

Cammie smiles a bit. "So she can control how I push."

I chuckle. "She might push for you."

"Mr. Neverson." the doctor says as I almost bump into her.

"Doc. I was going to get my Mama. I'll get her in a second."

She looks towards the nurse. "Find Ms. Tucker and have her come to the room, please."

"Okay." she nurse smiles extremely enthusiastically.

"Mrs. Cammie. What did I tell you?"

Cammie blows. "I didn't think nothing was wrong."

"I said if you pass gas too hard I want to know. Did I not?"

"You didn't tell me that." I say holding her hand.

The doctor starts to examine Cammie by touching her stomach. Cammie hits my hand away from her. I rub her arm. She mean as hell. Didn't tell me nothing about what the doctor told her.

"The baby seems to be in position. You have been doing your exercises. I'm pleased with that. Now you know you are too far into your contractions to do anything but have this baby?"

"Yeah." Cammie says sad.

The doctor watches the machine that Cammie had around her stomach. "The look trooper has a strong heartbeat. Healthy."

"What are the risk of having the baby today?"

"We prepared for this. There could be no complications that all. You relax. I don't want you walking around or doing anything you may have done before to speed the contractions. You get some sleep. We can go as planned as long as his heart continues pumping strong."

"So we are most definitely having the baby? How long?"

She puts the sheet back over Cammie. "Her water hasn't broke. It all depends on this baby. 30 minutes. An hour. 24 hours."

I scrunch up my face. "24?"

"Oh yes." she nods walking to the sink.

"No." Cammie says. "I hope not."

I kiss her. "She said get some rest, Jay."

Cammie smiles a bit. "I won't have a problem sleeping with you here finally."

"You need to let your friends see that you are okay. They are really good friends."

"No. I'll apologize later. I don't want to see them."

I sit next to her. "Okay, Jayla."

April and I had a talk the whole time that we were on the way here about how Cammie would possibly be acting and how I need to act. April said be considerate because Cammie would be in pain that I would never experience. I got myself ready for her defensive act. She loves to push people away. It's not going to happen today. I kiss her then whisper that I love her. She sighs then closes her eyes.