#and Trey ain’t got time for all that—he just wants some peace

[pinerzones]

Izoom waterslide

I could not escape this feeling of gnawing worthlessness and shame. Virgin.Ī few months later, I entered High School with eager anticipation that something would be different. I sat there staring into my cup of church coffee, blonde with creamer and sugar, having a silent epiphany that I couldn’t emote. Because I had had sex. It had not rang truer than that Sunday morning. What did I do? What could I do? I couldn’t say anything to anyone, I had to act normal, what would a normal kid do in this conversation? I looked around as my youth leader talked about intercourse, trying to describe it without too much detail, the ignorant looks on their faces. Other kids needed to know this stuff, they still had a choice, they still had a chance. So I sat there, like I did every time we talked about sex, a blank look on my face, big doe eyes, and a numb feeling overtaking my body. My family would die and it would be my fault. As a little girl, the large man who was attacking me throughout the week seemed capable of it. I wouldn’t let myself speak about it, I feared the threats and promises that were made if he had any inkling that others knew. I was sexually abused for two years as a child. My rapist told me that I needed to have sex, if I wouldn’t have it with him for practice, nobody would ever want to marry me. “Sex is a gift that you only get to give away once.”īut I sat there. And while many of my peers felt awkward talking about sex, some gawked at the idea of having sex, some felt that these concepts weren’t modern, others searched for loopholes. My youth leader stood in front of us and talked about a sacred covenant between a man and a woman that was blessed by God. I remember when my church youth group talked about sex. I was part of the “True Love Waits” generation. My prayer for you is that you lean into each blind corner with a look of thrill on your face and a sense of triumphant peace in your heart. If you try to resist and control, push your hands and feet against the walls to take the turn on your own time, it will be painful and you will end up taking the turn regardless. If you think too far ahead of the turn you’re on, you’ll be disappointed. That’s what I’m realizing a lot of life is about. I couldn’t figure out where to lean, what was next. When I chose the left, the first time I sat down to launch myself into the darkness, I wanted to get out before I even got in. So often had I climbed the stairs with the daring intent to climb into it. To the left of safety was the tube slide. I knew every turn, I knew the path well and could brace myself for each turn. The first one you go on, the open one, familiar, bright, open, boring I had been down too many time to really feel like I was living. Please follow our site to get the latest lyrics for all songs.The most important choice as a child was which waterslide to take. Or Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases Other Popular Songs: Trey Lewis - Shut the Door LocalFreek - Unhappiness. Get a drip of honey let me put it on your face, uhįind more lyrics at You can purchase their music thru Get a drip of honey, let me put it on your face Take your salary and leave it as a tip for any waiter Pull up in a ‘Rari, burn my tires while I zoom I can break the internet if I decide to leak my nudes, uh I’m in public with the Louis luggage just to get some food It’d take a leap of faith for you to jump in my DM’s He wanna shoot his shot at me, but can you hit the rim? Your life ain’t workin’ out, that’s why I gotta’ drop a gem Hopped on a jet, flight attendant, I don’t know her name I’m your type and on my life, this might be different, yeah Got that peach body, you a hottie and you more flame, uh #ss poppin’ pokin’ out tell ’em make it rain We gon’ link, tell my jeweller need another chain Hopped on a jet, flight attendant, I don’t know her name Got that peach body, you a hottie and you more flame, uh Hopped on a plane, Louis bag with the Louis frame

[senchoubutter]

Twisted Wonderland Guys As Kpop Songs I Listen To Too Much + Why

i’ma just say it now, i primarily listen to girl groups since I cover songs and they are in my range and i find them fun to cover most so expect a lot of those.

All songs are linked!!

Scarabia

Jamil

- Lucifer by SHINee || First and foremost I can see him performing this, easily. Aside from that, the song is tasty and classic. Jamil is a smart attractive man that is incredibly talented despite flying under the radar. People know of him but don’t take note until they know him, similarly to this song. It goes hard and you’ve probs heard it mentioned but you haven’t experienced until you played it at 3 am, screaming your heart out. Get to know Jamil and he ain’t just “some guy”

Kalim

- Um Oh Ah Yeh by MAMAMOO || This song reminds me of the 90s/2000s and there’s something about Kalim that also does that for me. Maybe it’s the not a care in the world disposition. I can see and feel in the second verse’s rap, Kalim’s warm smile. I can imagine him grabbing my hand, telling me to chin up. The choruses make me think of simpler times. Finally, Kalim seems like he’s always having a good time just like this song

Ignihyde

Ortho

- Candy Pop by TWICE (yes i know its jp) || This song always puts me in a good mood. It makes me feel warm inside and like everything will work out. When I see Ortho, I feel the need to protect him but also can’t help but feel like everything will be okay. Something about him brings a happy, warm peace to my heart that reminds me to just take a moment and find the good in life. The peppy beat of it just makes me think about how he almost always is smiling!

Idia

- Fairy of Shampoo by TOMORROW X TOGETHER || the song starts an I feel as if I’ve awoken floating in the deep sea, but i’m not scared. I feel at peace and as if I’ve been here before. The song tastes like iced tea and feels like nostalgia. When I look at Idia I see my past self and even present self. I’m afraid, I want to hide. The feelings the verses gives me reminds me of laying in bed, curled up in a jacket that hides my whole body, similarly to Idia’s. The song and Idia’s character call out to a nostalgic but soft side to a distant past I can’t recall. I want to stay with them until I can remember

Savanaclaw

Leona

- gogobebe by MAMAMOO || It’s got a lazy but sexy sound that Leona emboides. When the song picks up in the choruses it’s like it takes over your body, drowning the listener in an ocean of sensuality and playful teasing. It’s got a lil edge though too that caters to the gruff “fuck off” expression he has. I see the noise Hwasa makes at the end as the wanton but confused noise fans make as the man leaves, tail swinging after teasing them

Ruggie 

- BAAM by Momoland || BAAM has such a sassy hyped up beat that screams a bitch that gets shit done, owns who they are, and lives life having fun. And it embodies everything I feel upon seeing Ruggie's smug smile. Even the rap bit during the second chorus has the sass and done-ness of “Leona-san! Get up!!”

Jack

- Bomb by AleXa || This song kicks your ass and so does Jack. Don’t for four seconds think he won’t beat the shit outta ya for underestimating him, similarly to AleXa and her music. The energy and the “I’ll show you” vibes remind me of this big dweeb. I would fear this man but turn to love him much like how I felt about this song as it was this artist’s first song. How do I say they just embody each other in my opinion lol

Pomefiore

Vil

- DUN DUN by Everglow || The sass. This song screams THAT BITCH, just like Vil’s everything. The way he carries himself is personified in this song. The power the song holds reminds me of his unique magic and how intense it is. Finally, the slower bridge is mythical and light as if giving the listener a feeling like they are walking on air and plays to the softer and more feminine side of Vil

Rook

- FINGERTIP by GFriend || Everything about this song is exciting. It’s suspenseful and alluring. If this song was a person, I could clear as day see it winking, whispering “chase me.” And that is exactly Rook’s brand of teasing and games. He’s a hunter but he’s got a charming aura to him still. This song wraps both of those things into it. The dance break is Rook’s darker senses personified. Umji’s lil “OW!” is he’s cute lil remarks in french, throwing you off now and then. But by the end of the song, you’re used to them and adore them

Epel

- Crossroads by GFriend || This song feels like a long lost friend that visits you in dreams. You can practically reach out to them but just as you do, you wake up. But you’re determined. That alone reminds me of Epel’s character as a whole. He doesn’t let his cute appearance push aside his wants and needs to be this tough guy. He, like Yuju’s strong vocals at the last chorus, presses on, determined each time he gets knocked down

Diasomnia

Lilia

- Deja Vu by Dreamcatcher || Maybe I’m biased cause I’ve covered this but this song is breathtaking. The melody speaks of a long road and the fight to keep on which I feel rings true for Lilia. We don’t know his true age but it’s clear he’s been around for quite a wild and the pain he’s probably gone through is unspeakable. He has stories galore and so much experience in life. I feel this song encapsulates a lot of what can only be speculated about him

Silver

- Crème Brûlée by GFriend || the soft, sweet song is addictive and cutesy. I feel Silver gets written off or ignored often, similarly to this song on the album. Sure he may not be god or a bad bad bitch, but he has his own warmth to him. Like this song, Silver makes me wanna curl up under a tree on an August evening and just take in life, making sure to breathe for once, releasing unnecessary tension and stress.

Sebek

- Black Dress by CLC || Sebek is very interesting to me and when he blushes, my whole heart stops for a second. It’s similar to how when they build up to the chorus‘s first Black Dress and the music stops for like a split second. Sebek isn’t my favorite but isn’t my least favorite. I like him more than some though, I’d say. I’d say the same goes for this song. I love CLC, this isn’t my top song of theirs but I still like it a lot. There’s something uniform about the beat that resounds with Sebek as getting shit done in mind also. Sometimes a song just makes you think of a character and you can’t perfectly explain it

Malleus

- Pretty Savage by BLACKPINK || Yes i know t’s only recently come out as i post this, but this bad boy on replay. The beat isn’t crazy upbeat but it’s interesting. Malleus intidimates me in general cause of his aura, and while I love this song a lot rn, it was very intimidating at first. It still has some “don’t come near me” energy. The slower bridge bit calls to his stoic expression, melodic and pretty

Heartslabyul

Cater

- ICY by ITZY || I’ll be honest both Cater as well as this song were things I thought at first were just meh, okay. But as time went on both grew on me. Now that’s not the only reason though I associate this with him. The, no pun intended, ice shattering sound of the song gives me friendly popular girl that seems to be buds with 80% of the school. This is the very vibe Cater always gives me. He wants to just have a good, happy life. Also the song is a “so what? I’m hot. Get over it.” vibe like Cater

Ace

- Drama by TOMORROW X TOGETHER || Ace reminds me the guy you fall in love with in high school and you no it’s not going to last but you let yourself get taken away with. Drama feels like a soundtrack of every fun adventure Ace goes on, no matter the trouble that he may get on. It’s fun beat just brings me back to skipping school, running to my car and trying to sneak away without getting caught. The thought of Ace at my side, would shoot my adrenaline through the roof just like the high note of the song

Deuce

- God’s Menu by Stray Kids || Deuce is just ready to go swinging and that’s exactly what this song is. Elbows up and out, head down, swinging without a clue. The intensity and fire of it speaks to that fire in him. Meanwhile the prechoruses are soft and pleasant almost like it’s not the same song, alluding to that cute lil smile he has got

Trey

- REALLY REALLY by WINNER || Similarly to Ace, this song reminds me of a guy you fall for, but in college rather than high school. Everything about the song and Trey just feels right. The choruses hold your hand and fits perfectly in yours. They know what to say to make everything okay. It may not last, but you sure hope it does and will love them like it will. And while Trey isn’t my number one boy, those are the exact feelings I have about him too. Finally, the rap part reminds me of Trey’s more sadistic side, it bites and you may not think it fits entirely but the more familiar you get with them, the more both fit and you don’t mind it entirely

Riddle

- Wonderland by ATEEZ || The demanding nature of the song makes me think of Riddle immediately. It’s intense and doesn’t mess around; it wants what it wants. Riddle is a rule based person and this song is rather militaristic aesthetically. The bridge though, is so regal and breathtaking. It could stop time. Riddle, despite the kind of guy he is, is the same way. The power he holds is impressive and admirable. This description may seem kinda like I’m shitting on him and see him solely as a rule boy, but like this song, I have made respect for him and wouldn’t want to cross him

Octavinelle

Azul

- Love Battery by Hong Jin Young but performed by LOONA on Immortal Songs || This arrangement of the song has a certain magic to it that I melt in. At the very beginning as the build up singing ‘dangsineun’ i feel like I’m being submerged in a wave, reaching to shake Azul’s hand, signing a contract. The choruses remind me of his smile, how distant but inviting it is. Daring me to fall for him. The dance break bridge reminds me of the intense eyes behind those glasses

Jade

- Love Shot by EXO || This song and Jade are both things I am fearful of but greatly intrigued by. They share a scary beat and energy that says I fear you more when you’re smiling. Please stop slowly walking towards me, you’re scaring me. But at the very same time, the choruses keep me around like how pretty I find this twin. The combo of put together, intellectual friend but could kill easily and without remorse sends shivers down my spine if I think about it for too long. The chorus of this song make me shake my shoulders that suppress a shiver each time

Floyd

- WEE WOO by Pristin || I love both Floyd and WEE WOO. The song is the feeling you get going 85 down the highway. Both song and Floyd, get me excited. They feel like the weekend. That feeling of coming home Friday during high school, tossing your bookbag down, and getting ready to hang out with your best friend. It’s a relieving and exciting feeling. It’s a peppy beat that bites during the harmonies a bit. Just like Floyd. Peppy, fun, but ain’t afraid to take a lil nibble

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 221

Rollie

Lane is fucking bad man. I'm cleaning up a whole gallon of milk because he decided that he knew how to make chocolate milk for him and Royalty, who is fucking 1 and unable to do any fucking thing. I cant deal with this boy. So here my ass is. And he sitting in the dining room with Royalty drinking his milk like he didn't do nothing. He did fucking manage to make their milk.

"Yo." I say answering my phone.

"Rollie?"

I throw the paper towel away. "Drew."

She sighs. "I miss hearing your voice. How are you?"

"I'm good."

"You don't care how I am?"

I roll my eyes. "Naw, not really. Got a lot of shit going on."

"Oh with your sister and her cheating husband?"

"Drew seriously."

She giggles. "Well anyway. If you don't want to talk to me I understand."

I nod taking the phone away from my ear. "Aight."

I hang up. You accept that shit and it always turns into some shit. I look around the kitchen. In the fake world Leah would be standing right there ready to ask a million questions and I would be acting like I'm caught.

"What the hell is this?" Chris snaps.

"Where the hell your kids at?" I retort.

He points outside. "They out there with Jordan."

"Jordan is your babysitter?" I shake my head. "My irresponsible 7 year old who hates babies?"

"I just went to fucking pee." Chris says looking at the milk. "That's milk?"

I throw the paper towel at him. "You finish this shit."

"It was only 3 minutes." Chris says looking out the back door. He opens it. "Jordan? What are you doing? Where are the kids?"

"So I'm not a kid?" Jordan asks.

Chris looks back at me then at her. "The babies. You are a kid. Where are the babies?"

"In the house."

"Alone?"

"There are adults in there." She snaps. "So can I get back in the pool now?"

"I got to clean this up." Chris says sounding defended. "Aye, when is Cammie and Trey coming? What time is it? I thought they were just picking Caden up."

I just stare at him as he rambles without waiting for any type of response. I don't even know shit he talking about. Can't answer his damn questions. Chris cleans it up then goes into the dining room where the kids were. Jordan hits the glass door then waves for me to come to her. No. I'm not watching you in the damn pool. She drops her shoulders. Shay is the name that her mother wanted but her father named her Jordan. But Jordan has stuck around just like Shay. I think more people call her Jordan. I wave at her. That pissed her off. My phone rings.

"Yo."

"Man, why the fuck you make me think I knew how to talk to my wife?" Trey spazzes.

I laugh. "You and Chris suck each other dicks too much. Just alike. What the hell you talking bout?"

"Tried to talk to Cammie and only thing came out of it was her thinking I don't want to be with her."

"But you don't Tremaine. Ain't that what you told me?"

"No." He says unsure. "Did I?"

I chuckle. Motherfucker so insecure. I don't know what my fucking sister does to him. Don't know where his ass is. I don't know when I became his spiritual advisor. I stare at Jordan as she presses her face to the glass.

"Aye, Chris! My fucking baby trying to be patient with your ass."

"Chris!" Lane yells running into the kitchen.

Chris comes into the kitchen from the other direction. "Bruh, find out when your sister coming to get her kid."

Lane was opening the back door. "Shay, open this door!"

"Lane you can do it yourself!" Jordan yells opening the door.

"Rollie?" Chris pleads.

I laugh. "Aye, Trey come save Chris from your son."

Trey blows. "I can't save my fucking self from his mother."

"You had a whole day of silence to rehearse. What the hell were you doing instead?"

"Sleeping." He snaps.

"The damage is real. Tell me the conversation."

He sighs. "I can't."

"Damn you forgot?"

"It's fucking embarrassing."

I shrug. "Well then Trey what can I do?"

"Man, I dont know. Let me call you back."

"Aight."

This nigga is a fucking mess. Lane runs into the house holding his dick. He pauses at the door right after he gets into the house then he start crying. I turn away from him and start laughing. Chris about to fucking shit bricks. I turn back towards Lane.

"What's wrong, nigga?"

"What's wrong, Lane?" Chris asks coming up behind him. "You went to the bathroom?"

I hold my laugh in. "On the floor."

All the emotion leaves Chris' face. He looks down at Lane who is still screaming. Chris leans against the door frame. Sweet Amber comes up asking what happened. She is too good to Chris. She picks Lane up.

"You just not having a good day, baby."

"You talking to Lane or Chris?" I ask.

She kisses Chris' neck then walks out of the kitchen with Lane. Chris just stands there then he goes back outside. I look out of the back door. Jordan was floating on a flower float with shades on and a towel over her body. That is what you were so ready to get in the water to do? Not even play. Just lay there.

 Trey

I answer the phone unconsciously. "Hello."

"Hey, Tremaine."

I smile. "Hey, Mama Cammie."

She chuckles just a bit. "I'm waiting on my luggage. Cammie isn't answering her phone. Did she send a car to pick me up? I'm really not too familiar with things in LA. Will it be easy to get a cab?"

"You at the airport?" I ask sitting up in my seat. "Cammie home breastfeeding or something. Maybe pumping. Which airport are you at?"

"Tremaine, I have no clue."

I smile. She is so much of Cammie. I swear. Helpless but bossy. She doesn't have it as bad as Cammie though. Cammie is a bitch. She reads me the ticket information. I'm actually not far away from her.

"I'll be there to get you in a few minutes." I tell her.

"Oh no. Just tell me how to get a cab. Do I call?"

"No, ma'am. I will be there. It's fine. I'm close."

We hang up the phone. I left the house just to not be there with Cammie, my mama, and my aunt who are all giving me looks. I don't think Cammie told them anything. I'm still getting looks. I get out of the car like I'm a normal person.

"Sir you can't park here."

"I'm just walking inside to get my mother." I say pointing. "She right there."

The guy looks behind himself then he looks at me. "Alright then. 5 minutes."

I walk into the building. This was a bad idea. I couldn't see over the crowd of people coming and going. I walk over to the corner of the room near a man with a sign. He waves it in the air then he looks at me.

"You never going to find your person just standing there. You need a sign."

"Yeah, buddy. It ain't that simple."

The guy puts his sign down. He walks to the wall and pick up a big piece of paper and bring it to me.

"Sure it is." He says handing me a market.

"Thanks." I say writing my name on the paper.

The guy looks at me. "Oh you waiting on Trey Songz?"

I stare at him for a few seconds then turn away. "Yeah. Sure."

I cover my face with the sign as someone stares at me. Let's not have any pictures of me standing in the airport with a sign. I chuckle to myself. That would be funny though. Wouldn't be funny running from the crowd of people that follow me.

"Tremaine."

"Mama Cammie." I say taking the sign away from my face.

She looks around. "I think those people are waiting for Trey Songz to come to his driver. Maybe you should leave that on your face."

I chuckle and start walking. "I didn't know you were coming to town."

"I talked to Cammie about it. Should I have told you? I don't want to be invasive."

"It's just that she didn't tell me. You welcome anytime."

We walk out of the airport followed by the crowd of people that Gwen was talking about. I'm sure that they have figured out by now that it is me. They were behaving well and just following me. That's all good. We get into the car without being bothered. I'm honestly not ready to go home.

"I was going by Chris' Beach rental he has to see Lane. Do you want to do that?"

"Oh yes that's fine."

We drive for a good bit in silence. It was very peaceful. Almost like she wasn't there. She had her face almost glued to the glass. I change my mind again about going to Lane and I drive around the city so she can see different sights. I didn't tell her that's what I was doing. We really just stayed silent.

"So Mama." I say looking at her. "You just came to LA to visit?"

"I want to be in my grandkids life without always taking them from home. You know?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"I figured it would be good for me and Jayla to... I don't know. That might be a stretch. What do you think?"

"Me?"

"She must tell you stuff." She says looking at me hopeful.

"She really doesn't. I mean she tells me stuff. But I don't understand her reason."

Gwen sighs deeply. "You know it's hard as a parent without having so much against you. I really loved her father. I wish they could remember that. I'm not a bad person for trying to fill a really big hole in my life. That was my first love."

"She might not understand that."

"I can't say I would have went back and changed anything because my kids would lose out on time with their father."

I glance over at her. "How is that?"

"They spent so much time with him."

"I mean. Why weren't yall together?"

She looks at me. "Just like you travel he traveled."

"I thought her father was just a local artist. Not traveling around the US."

"I see she doesn't talk about anything. I just want to say that I tried my best after he father died. I went from raising my kids with a great father to being by myself. Both of them seemed to forget everything. It became my fault that my son wanted to be a thug instead of a straight A student like he was."

I chuckle. "Rollie made straight A?"

"He was a grade level ahead of his class and he was still the top of his class."

"Rollie?"

She sighs. "Yes, Rollie. He changed completely. He went from being picked at to picked out of the crowd. He was a big fluffy bear. They turned my baby into a mean gangsta." She chuckles. "He still is my soft teddy bear. No matter how small he is."

"And Cammie? What happened with you and her?"

She sighs. "College. I don't know."

"Just college?"

Damn. The girl never told her fucking mother what happened. Gotdamn Cammie. I'm not going to be the one to fucking tell her. But Cammie is going to tell her with my help. Damn I'm already in the fucking hole.

"My children were spoiled by their father. He gave them whatever they wanted. I mean whatever. They would miss school for weeks at a time. My grandfather was the superintendent at the time so everyone in the school knew my family. They would send the kids school work with them. Her father spend a lot of his time in Atlanta and New York. They were rarely home with just me. And when they were they behaved so that they could go out of town when time came."

"Cammie don't talk about her childhood. I learned a lot just now. Do I know my wife?"

Gwen smiles softly touching my shoulder. "In ways that matter. She has grown so much since she had Lane."

"I need some growing, Mama Cammie."

"You need to get your priorities straight. God. Family. Everything else."

I nod. "But taking care of my family is done with that everything else."

"Girls, parties, sex, and drugs?"

"No ma'am. Money, work..."

She puts her hand up between our faces. "Don't even preach that to me. You could work as a manager at a Walmart and take care of your family. This is your dream. This is the life you want. It's not what God gave you and it's not doing nothing for your family."

"I mean..."

"It's not doing nothing for them." She repeats. "And it has no place in your marriage."

"So you saying I should stop music?"

She smirks and puts her phone down. "If you don't know how to grow up and put those childish things to the side."

"So Cammie's father did?"

"Nope." She says looking at herself in the mirror. "Got into a car with a drunk woman who ended his life and his unborn child."

I sit up in my seat then look at her really quick. "Say what? You kidding me?"

"Of course their father was nothing but a Saint to them. I know you haven't heard that."

"You was sitting here talking about how much in love you were."

She sits back then she looks at me. "Never said I didn't have growing to do. I sure did stop acting a fool and go back home to my parents. Married the man my father wanted me to marry and the rest is history."

"I don't see where you and your kids relationship went wrong."

"When I told my son that I would not watch him kill himself like his father did. When I told my daughter that she was headed straight for a life of regret and shame. Running after that football player and all his glory. I stopped feeding my children with a silver spoon and they rebelled. I became the worst mother in the world. But I don't regret it because they weren't doing nothing with themselves living under me."

I glance at her. "So you think Cammie shouldn't have married me?"

She smiles. "I like you Trey Songz." She touches my shoulder. "Better you grow up now while she still tolerates you. I think that boy broke her heart and she never wanted me to know. But I would never tell her I told you so. Like I said. Lane made her grow up. Maybe it was you. Well it has to be you. Lane wouldn't be here if it weren't you."

"Sometimes I think I'm not good enough for her."

"Cause you aren't." She snaps looking at me sideways. "But that doesn't mean you aren't capable of being what and who she needs. Your worth is not what makes you undeserving of her. It is your reputation. Your Mr. Steal a Girl."

I laugh. "Did you recently learn that?"

"I listened to a song or two of yours."

"You think outside of my fame persona..."

"Outside of Trey Songz."

I nod. "Only that part of me deserves Cammie?"

"Are you looking for some answer?"

"I just like what you said. It would be nice to hear it again."

She makes her eyes big. "Go hear it from your wife."

"But she is mad at me."

"Okay, she is mad at you. Did she stop loving you?"

I nod my head. "Okay. Let's go by the house then go to the beach with Lane."

"Where is Caden? At the house?"

"Yes."

She nods her head while smiling. "Okay."

I nod. "Good."

[cryinggameff]

Seventy-Two

Randi

I spent hours tossing and turning that night, and I knew why. I had been apart from Cayden for 3 days now, and i was starting to lose my mind. I got up out of the bed and decided to try and take a shower, hoping it would relax me, then got back in bed. The baby started doing all kinds of flips and tricks and I instinctively reached over to get Cayden’s attention because he loved feeling the baby move, he said it was the only time he got to connect with the baby, I carried it around all day. I sighed. But of course my hand came up empty.

I knew I had made a mistake leaving the house, but I was feeling so many things towards him, it was hard to lay next to him. clearly he hadn't hurt me on purpose but i couldn't get past the betrayal, and honestly insecurities i felt. I thought i was giving Cayden something he didn't have, his first child, something no one could take away. Now i just felt stupid and i wasn't sure i could handle another woman having a child with my husband. What was I supposed to do if Cayden really had another son? Would I leave him over that? Something that happened before I even knew him. That sounded unfair. I threw off the blankets in frustration. Just then the doorbell went off downstairs. I paused. My stomach knotted, i was pretty sure i knew who it was. Only one person came by at such odd times. I got myself off the bed and put my robe on to answer the door.

Cayden stood with his hands in his pockets, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. I had talked to him on the phone a bit, he was checking on the baby, but i hadn't seen his face and had forgotten just how annoyingly attractive he was.

“What are you doing here? It’s 3 in the morning,” I pulled my robe closed. He stepped inside past me so i closed the door behind  him. He looked down at me.

“Pack yo shit Randi. We going home,” he said simply, looking at me seriously. I looked at him like he had lost his mind.

“Do you think you’re my dad now?”

“No. I’m your husband, and I’m taking you and my kid home one way or another. This is ridiculous. I can’t sleep because I’m worried, I know you not sleeping either, which ain’t good for the baby. Your friends ain’t gonna take care of you the way I do, I know they not about to rub your feet or help you in the mornings,” he said. I hated that he was right. The only reason I was surviving this pregnancy was because of him. I still had really rough mornings and he made me smoothies or juice, something I could stomach since my morning sickness refused to go away even so late into the pregnancy, he ran my baths and often carried me to them. I was spoiled. Plus he gave amazing foot rubs, or on my lower back, which was beyond sore right now.

“You can't just ignore all your problems and act like things are ok Cayden, even if i come home the problem still exists," i pointed out.

“I’m not ignoring it. I’m gonna be a man and sort it out, either way, but I need you by my side. Because I’m...terrified Randi,” he confessed. "This shit is as shocking to me as it is to you, and i have no idea what the fuck to do. Im a grown as man but im scared." My face softened and my heart broke. Cayden so rarely showed vulnerability that it meant a lot when he did.

"well so am i," i mumbled, wanting to cry again. He saw that and cupped my cheek. I closed my eyes. When i opened them his face was hovering over mine. He brushed his lips over mine and my body turned to jello. He kissed me so i kissed him back. His hand moved into my hair and he got a fistfull of it, tilting my head back. He kissed behind my ear and down my neck, stopping just before the spot i loved to have kissed. He pulled away and looked me dead in the eyes, his were dangerous, unpredictable and warning of trouble. That was Cayden, but that was also me. He took my hand in mine and started for the stairs with me in tow.

I wasn't sure what this was gonna help when he was hovering over me, kissing me and positioning himself with my entrance. He hiked my leg up, and pushed into me. I whimpered, at a loss for words as he moved in and out of me with slow, purposeful strokes. I always thought pregnancy would make sex awkward but Cayden always knew what he was doing and so far it hadn't been an issue. He had me on my side now, thrusting his hips from behind me, a really comfortable position for my bump and my back as well. His mouth was by my ear and his hand gripped my hip. He was grunting in my ear which honestly set me off and i felt myself peaking as he did.

He rolled over onto his back and brought me into his side". You gon bring yo ass home now?" he asked in my ear. I nodded like a fool. After that how could i not. He chuckled, bringing his hand to my bump.

"He's been really active today," i said, looking down at his hand on my stretched skin.

"He gets that from me. Gonna be a ball player," he smirked.

"Im gonna have my hands full i already know. I just hope he looks like you,"

That's how he convinced me, and the next morning i found myself in my bed at home, with him laying beside me. I was awake and he was sleeping with his arms around me. I was looking over at him just thinking. We had talked after our little distraction and Cayden had apologized to me for the drama this had caused. He also made it clear he had reached out to Keisha and they would be going to get a DNA test today actually but the results didn't change how he felt about me and our baby. Now i was just trying to make peace with the possible outcomes.

"You okay?" Cay asked, eyes still closed.

"I thought you were sleeping. Yeah im ok. Are you ok?" I asked. He opened his eyes and nodded. He looked at the clock on the bedside table.

"I have to go soon," he said, looking over at me. He was going to the doctor with Keisha to give samples for the paternity test. I nodded. He got up and took his ring off to get in the shower. I wasn't sure if i was supposed to go with him or just stay out of it, i felt awkward because he hadn't asked me to go. He paused. "You coming?" he asked.

"Do you want me there?" I sat up.

"I always want you there," he said. So i got up and went to shower with him. I wasn't sure where we stood or what all i was gonna do, but for now i was gonna stay by his side.

Cayden

I was scared shitless. I didn't know what the fuck was going on and what this meant. One minute i was having a baby with Randi, and the next i might have a 5 year old son. When i had reached out to Keisha i asked her if the kid was mine and she said it was possible. I was beyond pissed. Why would she not tell me that i might have a kid? I would have wanted to know. I would have helped her out and handled my shit.

Even worse than the fear though was the guilt i felt for throwing all this on Randi. She was 7 months pregnant and more vulnerable now than ever, and i wasn't sure she could handle this. She was beyond upset and i was afraid she resented me now. I was the one who wanted the baby and made her all these promises about how our life would be, now this. Last night she had told me it would kill her if someone else had my first child, and i wasn't sure what to do with that. She came home with me anyways but i was pretty sure her staying was dependent on the results. I couldn't help but think about how we had just started moving into the new house, even started working on the nursery.

She sat beside me at the doctor's office, one hand in mine and the other on her belly. I was glad she had agreed to come with me because she kept me calm. Keisha and her son were sitting across from us, waiting as well. The whole thing felt like a twisted maury episode and i was beyond uncomfortable but it was more awkward for Randi. She wouldn't say a word to Keisha or even look in her direction. After a few minutes a nurse came and called our names. I kissed Randi's hand before letting it go. "I'll see you in a lil bit," i said.

"I'll be here," she said with a small smile.

I gave a bunch of samples like blood and saliva, they even look some hair. The nurse said we wouldn't find out for a week, they had to take everything to a lab then they'd call us. So another week of this not knowing.

I had to go talk to Pat so i dropped Randi off at home then drove to the warehouse. Driving up to it i suddenly got a wave of memories from long before i met Randi. When Trey was still alive and i was doing drops or working on corners. In a way life was easier then, i didn't have any responsibilities, i just had to focus on me and my job, not 100 other niggas and what they doing. But it was sldo harder, i saw a lot when i was doing drops or working on corners. I lost a lot of friends, got shot for the first time. I thought i'd be doing this shit forever, and i was ok with it until SHE came into my life.

"So this it? You really out man?" Pat said, passing me the blunt he had lit.

"Me and Sean madea deal, so its done," i shrugged. "Im just getting my shit in order now."

"So what you gon be doing?" He asked.

"Imma get more involved in my legit businesses, be on some CEO shit. Im working with these nerdy niggas on this app right now and shit is pretty cool, and we bout to make soe mad coin to top it off."

"On some legal shit huh. I see you cuh."

"If you ever get sick of this shit i got you man," i shrugged.

"I appreciate that. You a real one. Eh let me know when that kid get here, i wanna see you on some fatherly shit," he laughed. I chuckled.

"Bet," i said.

After seeing Pat i called Ty so see where he was at. I hadn't told him about everything going on even though that was my nigga, this just felt like something i had to figure out privately first. The dude knew me like a brother though and he guessed something was up i guess from the way i was talking.

"You and miss attitude fighting again?" he asked.

"Nah, not that. Just some shit going on," i said,making a turn at the light.

"Yall gon be aight, i know that for a fact. Can't neither one of yall live without the other," he said.

"I hope you right fam," i said. I pulled into the parking lot. I was stopping by the store to pick up flowers and ice cream for Randi. "let me go in this store real quick. Imma catch you later." I hung up and got out the car.

When i got home Randi wasn't downstairs so i went up to the room to look for her. She was sleeping in the bed but she got up when i opened the door.

"My bad," i said, "I didn't know you were sleeping."

"It's ok," she said sitting up.

"I got you these, and ice cream too. Its downstairs," i handed her the flowers.

"They're beautiful" she smelled them.

"You're beautiful," i said, she laughed. "No seriously." I grabbed her chin affectionately. "You still love me right?" She nodded.

"Im always gonna love you Cayden," she said, which gave me hope. "even if we aren't together." That last part was like a knife to the heart.

Cole

Ty had agreed to move in with me after some persuading and well thought out arguments. He realized it was easier for him to commute than me because he didn’t work on a set schedule. I had to be at practice or games at strict times.

We were moving all his boxes in to the apartment. My place was really nice and spacious. It was a big apartment downtown and a few guys from the team lived in the building. Ty was coming in with a box when Devon walked by, in his way to his place down the hall.

“Ah shit! Is this the boyfriend?” He hollered, stopping in the doorway. I chuckled when I saw him and his huge grin.

“Yes. This is him. Ty, this my homie Devon,” i introduced them briefly.

“Cole hasn’t shut up about you moving in man,” Devon said. Ty grinned, feeling himself. I rolled my eyes.

"I said it once," i said, opening a box that was on the floor.

"He's a clingy nigga," Tyga said, "But i like it."

"Whatever," i said, walking to the door to leave and get more stuff. I was the clingy person in our relationship though. Ty was a bit more withdrawn, but it worked.

Devon left after a while and it was just us again. I was opening a box when i started thinking about the fact that i never thought this would work with me and him.

"You know, we never would have gotten back together if you hadn't almost died," i pointed out. He paused for a long time, thinking back to that time. "Sorry, i didn't mean to make you think about all that,"i said quickly, realising.

"It's ok. I guess you right. It took a coma and almost dying for me to fully accept myself and my feelings for you. Guess my mama was right, i am hardheaded." We both laughed. After a few minutes i asked,

"Do you still think about it?" i asked. I meant getting shot.

"Sometimes, randomly. Not like actually getting shot but mostly about being knocked out for so long," He said, unwrapping something.

"What was it like?"

"I don't exactly remember. I just remember wanting to wake up, to get up, and i coudn't. That...was pretty scary. Sometimes i be having dreams about that, wanting to move but i can't," he said quietly. I stopped what i was doing to really look at him. Vulnerable Ty was so rare.

"That sounds scary," i said. "I have bad dreams sometimes to. That you didn't make it. But not so much anymore," i explained. He nodded. We continued packing and that was that. That little conversation was a lot for us though.

After some unpacking we ordered food and ate it like animals. We hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was 5pm now.

"So you staying here tonight?" i asked. I knew he had a lot of work to do because things were busy now. Cayden was getting out and Sean was taking over so people were in a bit of panic. He was helping Cayden sort things out.

"Nah. I gotta go back. Imma be here tomorrow though," he said. I nodded.

"Ok. I guess i can start putting some of your  stuff away, if you don't mind," i offered.

"Awe, how sweet," he teased. I scowled.

"Put away your own shit then," i said, turning to leave. He grabbed my arm.

"Nah but forreal that would be lit, you know im bad at being organized and shit."

"Oh i know, ive slept at your place," i said. He gave me a mug and i howled. "Im playing," i pulled him closer by the arm to kiss him.

"I gotta get going soon," he said. I nodded.

"Do your thing. I have practice in a few hours anyways," i said. I wasn't really phased by his coming and going because i understood that was the job, and we generally weren't attached at the hip. I think it worked because we both had our own thing going. But not gonna lie it was nice to come home to someone at the end of the day and now we'd be doing that more.

"I'll see you tomorrow night," he said. He paused. "I love you," he said. I grinned.

"Bruh you soft," i said. His face dropped and i laughed. "I love you too," i kissed him one last time.

[kazmadoodles]

Baljeet Realised Something

Baljeet... disliked (read loathed) the new girl. He didn't know why. He just knew that every time he sat at the lunch table with his friends Phineas, Ferb, Isabella, and Buford (who would completely deny being his friend if asked) and she came to sit with them, he wanted to leave. Don't get him wrong, he generally liked most people. Heck, he considered his bully since elementary school his best friend. But something about her just didn't sit right with him. He just couldn't figure out what it was... Until now.

Baljeet rushed his way to their usual lunch table. It was a round table that sat closer to one of the trees in the courtyard and just a few feet away from the trash cans. He had to stay behind in his chemistry class to talk to the teacher about some extra credit assignments and ended up a little late for lunch. Looking up from his trey that had thinkfully not spilt, he noticed Melany (he thought that was her name) sitting in his seat. The same seat that he had been sitting in for the past two years. Him and the other three never switched seats because they just fit were they sat. Ferb always sat right under the branches of the tree to stay in the shade, Phineas (of course) sat to his right, Isabella sat next to him (she refused to sit anywhere else since they began dating), Buford next to her, and then Baljeet between Buford and Ferb (that way he was still a little in the shade). However, Marry (he was sure her name started with an M) seemed to not get the memo about the seating arrangements. Usually, if she decided to sit with them, she would sit between Baljeet and Ferb, the only seat left. He let out a exhausted sigh and made his way over to where Macy was sitting and cleared his throat.

"Uhm... Not to be a bother but.. could you move over one seat? It is just that... I usually sit there." The table seemed to finally notice his presence and looked up at him. The new girl looked him up and down with a narrowed eye before giving him a fake appalogetic smile.

"Sorry. I would move, but I sprained my ankle during cheer yesterday and really shouldn't be putting pressure on it." Now, this wouldn't be that big of a problem if they were sitting at one of the rectangle tables. Those had long benches so if he wanted to sit in his usual spot (next to Buford) Magy was the only one who had to scoot over just a bit. However, because the round tables only had five stools attatched to them, he would have to either suck it up and sit between Matty and Ferb or ask the other three to move over a seat so he could sit at Buford's left. He did not want to seem rude, so he gave an understanding smile and sat down in the remaning seat.

"I completely understand. Once, in seventh grade, I sprained my ankle during track tryouts and-" she had cut him off by turning to Buford.

"So, I heard you made the football team..." She said this like she expected some sort of conversation to sprout from this one comment. Buford just gave a shrug and took another bite of the steak and gravy the cafeteria served today.

"Yeah." Over the years he's just begun to talk less and less. Of course the one person he can actually have a conversation with was sitting one seat too many away from him. Buford turned his head to address Baljeet. "So what had you runnin' into lunch late?"

"Oh, I had to talk to Mr. Campbell about the extra assignment he assigned today. There were a few things he had not addressed in his-" again, he was cut off. This time though, it was by his own gasp as his grape juice was knocked over and purple went all over his lap. The others let out surprised gasps and cunsurned 'Are you okay?'s. He hurriedly pulled a neatly folded peace of paper and his cell phone from his pocket.

"Oops. Sorry." She did not seem sorry at all. He found himself especially annoyed when she shifted really close to Buford, making their arms touch. He realised she was always doing that. She and Buford had their next class together and Baljeet's was right next to theirs. So when lunch was over, he always got an eye full of her brushing shoulders with him or knocking her hand against his. He also noticed what exactly just happened and why she was sitting in his seat. Her eyes narrowed. "Maybe you should go clean that up?"

Even though it was frazed like a question, it was a demand. She was not asking him if he was going to go check on his notes and phone, she was telling him to leave. With a lump forming in his throat, he gave a fake smile and nodded.

"It is okay. Accedents happen. I will... be right back." He held the now purple notes and phone in a tight grip as he made his way to the boys bathroom just off to the side of the quartyard. Once inside, his tears of frustration finally fell and a small whimper escaped him as he sat his phone and notes on the counter. He grabbed a few paper towels and unfolded the paper, dabbing at it to get as much juice off of it without smearing the ink. After a few minutes, he decided to let it air dry. The tears continued to roll down his face as he picked up his phone and began wiping at it. Why did he just now realise what was going on? Why did he not realise his feelings sooner. What could he have done to prevent this new girl from swooping in and taking his place? He supposed it was nobody's falt but his own at this point, for not being observant enough or for ignoring the obvious answers around him. He let out a sigh of frustration when his phone did not light up or give any indication of turning on when he held th power button. He stopped what he was doing when he heard what sounded like muffled yelling outside. Somebody sounds mad. Good, they could join the club and then maybe Baljeet would not feel so lonely. His phone did not turn on again and his tears were too much. He slammed his fist against the countertop and let out a loud noise of frustration.

"Yup. That's what I would do. Although, if you're lookin' ta cause maximum damage, I'd try the paper towel despencer." Baljeet gasped and looked up through the mirror at his friend. He had his arms crossed and his face looked slightly flushed and set in an angry scowl. Buford stared at Baljeet's reflection too. "You' been cryin'." It sounded like a statement but he was asking a question. Baljeet only shook his head and sniffled. He did not want to talk about this right now. He then held up his broken phone. At the sight of the broken device, Buford shook his head and let out a sigh. Baljeet heard a soft mumble of 'that bitch' escape Buford as he took a few steps toward him. A small, sad grin grew on his face and he wiped at a tear.

"Language, Buford." Buford let out a huff of a laugh as he took the phone from the smaller boy's hands.

"Well, can ya blame me? She's been nothin' but mean to ya since she started sitten with us. And then she pulls somethin' like this? She's a bitch." He pops the back of the phone open and takes out the battery. "Hand me some paper towels will ya?" Baljeet begins pulling some paper towels from the despencer and hands them to him. "Not ta mention the shit she said after ya left. I don't care who ya are... Nobody deserves ta be called the F word." His features harden in anger again as he glares at the drying phone battery like it had personally offended him. A few more tears slipped from the smaller's eyes and he sniffled again. He realised that despite being is bully since elementary school, not once had ever heard Buford insult anyone about things they could not control. Weather they were crippled, needed glasses to see, or even gay. Not once had he put someone down for these things. Another hiccup escaped his lips as his words sank in.

"Sh-she said that about me?" He felt the need to cry more. Not only had she possibly broken his phone and ruined his notes, but now she was spreading rumors that he did not even know if he should confirm or deny. The bully sighed and popped the battery back into place, replaced the back onto the phone and handed it back over to Baljeet.

"Yeah. But don't worry 'bout it, Jeet. I took care of it. Told her you ain't and even if you was, I'd still be friends wit' cha." The phone turned on without a problem and Baljeet gave Buford another sad but greatfull smile. "Now, enougha that." He raised is right hand and used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the remaining tears in Baljeet's eyes. His hand, Baljeet noticed, was warm. His grip on his phone tightened slightly as he pressed his cheek into the palm of his hand and let out a sigh, finally calm.

The bell decided to ring and Baljeet opened his eyes. Buford had gotten incredibly close and his breath hitched, eyes wide. Buford's eyes closed as he backed away, letting out a sigh. His face was flushed and he looked back at the door, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I suppose we gotta get ta class. I'll uh walk you home after school. Okay?" Baljeet could only nod in surprised silence before realising he hadn't yet dried the purple spot on the side of his shorts. His face flushed in embarrassment.

"Uhm... Could you do me a favor and let my teacher know why I am late? I still have to dry some things." He fijetted a moment as Buford stayed silent. A grin grew on his face.

"Yeah. I'll let her know." Before Buford could completely turn away, a sudden flash of courage surged thre Baljeet and a secnd later, he had pulled his former bully down by the collar. He quickly pecked him on the cheek before taking a step back.

"Uhm... Thank you. For all your help." The warning Bell rang this time. Buford only had five minutes left to make it to class. With a bewildered look on his flushed face and a hand on his tingling cheek, he gave a stiff nod before making his way out the door. Baljeet let out a soft sigh as he went back the task at hand, a smile permanently plastered on his face.

Looks like they both realised something.

[paniccord-ff]

49.

When Maria asked me if I am nervous, well I am feeling it now. I am already missing Rylee, not seen her for two days and I heard that the girls had a good time, I didn’t do shit. I couldn’t be bothered, I have done enough of that for the most part of my life so I didn’t need to go all out. We did drink and stuff but that was it “have you seen my girl?” I asked the photographer, he shrugged “maybe, maybe not. We just don’t know” he is playing with me, he has seen her “is she awake at least? Is she ok?” the photographer looked up from his camera “she is fine, that is it” I really want to see what she looks like “EJ, I thought you would be with the girls, you seem out of your depth with all this dick around” EJ’ head snapped in my direction, taking his shades off slowly “I only came to dress your fat ass” Mijo snorted laughing “if you can get up and actually get dressed I can get back to them” rolling my eyes, I really can’t be bothered.

EJ pressed my suit jacket down “you look like one handsome butler, you really do scrub up. Thank god you shaved that mess on your head” brushing my hair down smiling at myself in the mirror “I can’t help but be handsome as fuck, I really like this three-piece suit. Who made it?” it’s a perfect fit “Dolce, I saw it and was like it will be perfect for you. Oh no Mijo, you take those grills out. We not doing that today” looking at Mijo with his gold grills in “he looks dope as fuck, why don’t we just have gold grills in” that is a great idea “no son, try to be less hood today” a knock on the hotel room door, my dad smiled at me “you look very good” he got up from the couch “this is your big day, your one time you will be getting married. I want you to have the time of your life, you will have the biggest prize on earth which is your wife” he placed his hands on my shoulders “do you think this is your biggest accomplishment?” my dad asked “I do, I don’t class the fame as the biggest accomplishment but being a husband and father” my dad smiled at me “good answer son” he moved his hands away from my shoulders.

“Where is my nigga?” hearing Joe’ voice, what is he even doing here “oh shit, what are you doing here?” Joe got his hand out to me, taking his hand, he pulled me in for a hug “you think I will miss your big day? Seriously? No I am not, I have a few people that have come” he moved back “we ain’t get an invite but we came nigga?” Tyga said “shit, I mean I didn’t think because we going to have a party after” dapping Tyga laughing “appreciate this so much, thank you” I said to him. Trey pointed at me “you sent me that video and said nothing about me coming, you ass!” he hugged me “my bad, I just didn’t want to make it too big. Did y’all bring the family along?” there is a few of them “mom had to come” Trey said looking at his mom “well I need a mom” I said hugging Trey’ mom “you look very handsome Chris, I am so happy for you” pressing a kiss to her cheek “thank you so much” I didn’t expect this at all.

I beamed at my reflection in the mirror, here stood a girl with long curled hair, a slightly uncomfortable tight dress because of this baby but I am so happy with it. Staring at my reflection, I find it oddly weird, I didn’t think of myself being this way. I didn’t think I would be getting married anytime soon, I didn’t think I would be in love either or be pregnant on my wedding day. I get choked up thinking about it, Chris has draped in diamonds. I don’t deserve this but he requested it, he wanted this because I would have been fine with the fake stuff but I have actual diamonds on me just for a wedding day. I can’t process this in my mind that I am actually getting married, I always wanted a big wedding but this whole experience here has made me realise that I have what I need and that is Chris, I love him too much to care about a big wedding.

Sighing out shakily, Rylee Turner is a thing of the past and I will be Rylee Brown in less than an hour. I am in shock that this is me that I keep staring at myself “OH MY GOODNESS! You look absolutely beautiful, sweetie” my mother barged into the room, she interrupted my trance. Turning around seeing my dad and brothers behind her “oh wow” my dad simply said stopping at the door, I didn’t really want to see my family because I feel emotional “grandma, what are you doing here?” I told her no “I am sorry, I was being stupid. Your grandad spoke to me, he said you gave Rylee that Rolex to give it to a guy she loves and she did and now you hate him? You know your grandad doesn’t complain about much but he’s right, I gave you that Rolex thinking you would sell it for a lot of money but you didn’t. You gave it to Chris, I am so sorry please let me come. Look at you, look how beautiful you look” looking down, I don’t want to cry and I don’t want this “I am so sorry Rylee, I won’t ruin your day. I was being stupid and stubborn, I thought he will hurt you and I didn’t want that for you” looking up at my grandma “just please don’t get in the way” I can’t send her away, I don’t want to make the day about her or this.

My parents are an emotional wreck “mom if you cry I am doomed and I don’t think the makeup team will be happy” my mom swallowed hard “just that your dad has taken the bathroom, I have nowhere else to do it but here. I am just so happy Rylee, my baby girl. My daughter is going to be a wife, oh god” my mom cried out “oh stop it” my grandma said patting her shoulder “don’t hug me, I don’t want to ruin your dress” a tear fell and that was it “mom now you made Rylee cry” Blake said, I didn’t want to cry but I am, I knew it would happen with my parents “it’s just I didn’t think I would see this, I actually got to witness one of my kids get married but more importantly my daughter. I am alive, I am here and I am with you. You look so beautiful” smiling at my mom “thank you” Tamia rushed over to me “I was ready for this” luckily she is.

My dad has been staying away from me, he was quick to leave “have you seen Chris? Has he actually turned up?” Maria giggled rushing over to me “yes he has turned up, he is out there. He looks very handsome” my baby looking handsome, I cannot wait to see him now “thank you for keeping Royalty entertained, I know she is dying to make a mess of her dress” I said to Blake “it’s cool, we been to get some food didn’t we?” Royalty grinned at Blake, they both look like they have been up to something. My heart fluttered hearing Chris’ laugh, he must be close “where is he? Why is it I can hear him?” Maria shrugged “he really can’t see you, he is not close either” he does have a stupid loud laugh though “I have butterflies Maria, god. Mom has everyone sat down or not? What is happening!?” I hate being stood around, I am just so nervous.

Taking in a deep breath “Harvey, please be good” my mom said to him “you weren’t so emotional before, what is wrong now?” I find it the hardest with my dad “I am ok Rose, let’s just go” I feel a lump in my throat, I don’t have anyone to clear the mess of my face either “I guess this is it, last time seeing you as Rylee Turner” smiling lightly at my dad “I remember holding you, picking you up when you fell. Walking with you when you started to walk, I must have blinked because now I am walking you down the aisle. Oh Rylee, I am going to miss you” I am fighting back tears “dad, I am still here” placing my hand on his arm “I know, but you’re still my baby, my daughter. I am sorry, I will stop. Can we walk now. I love you so much daughter, don’t ever forget that” nodding my head “you’re my first love” he really is.

Licking my lips smiling at the photographer as he took the picture “this is a bomb location, the scenery is so nice too” Trey complimented “it was so last minute, you think it’s good?” he nodded his head “yeah, it’s so nice. Peaceful too and private, that marquee looks so dope too. Turn up time” nodding my head “you know it, I am so happy you guys came. As you can see I ain’t really got much of my family, it’s full of Rylee’” Trey pulled a face “I can tell, I been heard a few things but what can I say” shaking my head “it’s whatever, I am so excited to see Rylee” stuffing my hands in my pockets “she is coming now” Mijo jogged over to me, this is it “good luck” Trey dapped me, I don’t think I am ready just yet now “did you see her?” I asked him, Mijo looked at me and then shrugged “why you playing me for? Tell a nigga?” he snorted laughing “nigga fuck you, you ain’t about to get shit from me” he is so annoying, placing my hands in front of me. I feel so nervous, what is this. I am sweating, why am I even sweating when I was fine just before.

Why is my daughter like this, honestly. She is a terror but she is just me. She didn’t throw the flowers down the aisle, she placed them all over my shoes and then smiled at me “I swear your daughter is just you” Royalty waved at me, my sister scolding her but I know she don’t care “you look beautiful baby” she really does “silly butt, silly butt, silly butt!” she screamed out loudly as everyone got silent “Royalty, no!” My sister said to her, Rose smiled at me but my heart is racing. I can’t describe it but I am just feeling so excited but nervous and emotional, all at the same time. Swallowing hard looking at Trey he winked at me, nodding my head at him as the Piano started playing.

Looking down the aisle seeing a figure walking and it is Harvey, Trey started singing acoustically and slowly with the piano music “meet me at the altar in your white dress” my breathing almost stopped completely seeing the white dress as she gracefully walked out onto the aisle. For a second, I thought she was an angel. My eyes travelled up to her face, I took in all of her beauty. The beautiful white ball gown dress, the diamonds are shining at me. Rylee’ arm elegantly wrapped around her dad’ arm, everyone is staring at my wife in awe. My mouth opened up gradually, my heart just felt like bursting. Placing my hands on my knees as I sobbed out, looking up seeing Rylee’ hazel eyes gaze into mine “come on bro” standing up straight, Mijo patted shoulder.

My breathing hitched with Rylee stood across me, wiping the tears that fell. Harvey held Rylee’ hand looking at me “you look after her” tears forming in his eyes “I promise I will” I sniffled saying, he grabbed my hand and placed both of our hands together “you got my heart there son” my lower lip quivering “stop it” Rylee said in a whisper “you’re the most beautiful woman I have seen, I don’t deserve you” shaking my head, Rylee smiled at me “baby that is a lie, stop it” the Piano soon stopped and I am still trying to take in what I have just seen in Rylee “dry your eyes” Mijo passed me a tissue, I chuckled drying my eyes. The crowd laughed at Mijo giving me a tissue, seeing Rose in awe holding Harvey’ hand.

I am getting all nervous now, I have to do my vows which is making me all nervous and Rylee is staring at me “I, Christopher Brown, take you Rylee Turner, to be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you. I will respect you as an individual, a partner, and an equal. I promise to laugh with you when times are good, and endure with you when they are bad. I will always adore, honour and encourage you. You are my best friend, and I will love you always” I can’t believe I remembered that but I had so much more to say “Royalty, give daddy the ring now!” turning to see my sister pulling Royalty along “you out here making life hard ain’t you” taking the ring from Royalty “oh my god” Rylee spat, I had to get her something big. Placing the ring on her finger “aww” the crowd said.

Rylee took in a deep breath, she wrote this down with her forgetful ass “I, Rylee Turner, take you Christopher Brown to be mine always until the hour of my death. I look into your eyes and see nothing but pure spirit” biting on my bottom lip “you are the one who encouraged me to live my life freely and to never take any day for granted. I promise to always smile when things are sunny and to hold you when it is cloudy. I know that I cannot see into the future but if I could, I would always be overjoyed to stand by you. You are my angel and I will love you today, tomorrow, and forever. Just know I will always be by your side” that really got to my heart, Royalty actually gave the ring to Rylee like normal person but not me. Rylee placed the ring on my finger.

Sniffling, I feel so emotional “can we go and eat now?” Mijo joked while everyone chuckled “not before kissing the bride” the priest said, looking at Mijo laughing he is so stupid. Turning to look at Rylee, licking my lips smiling. I feel all shy now kissing Rylee “why do you look so goofy” wrapping my arms around Rylee kissing her lips, hearing the claps and cheers from everyone. Moving back from the kiss, Rylee wiped my lips with her hand giggling “congratulations baby brother” my sister hugged me “thank you Tootie” hugging her with my free arm “married man now nigga!” Trey spat hugging me “yeah, don’t be trying to be Mr steal yo girl here. I ain’t with the shits nigga” Trey busted out laughing, pulling Rylee closer “congratulations Rylee” Trey said, Rylee is legit giggling “wow, see what I mean. You done married me and you looking at him” Rylee hit my arm “that was the past, oh my god. I hate you stop it” Trey is loving this “did you ever come to VIP at my shows? I never saw you, I see beauty when I see it” pushing him “this nigga, get the fuck outta here” busting out laughing.

This photographer be making us do some stupid poses but I guess they make good pictures “can you pick Royalty up Chris and stand to the side and both of you just be in the middle with Royalty and kiss her cheek” see what I mean, but whatever. Picking Royalty up and placing her in between Rylee and I “lower her down Chris” Rylee complained, holding Royalty’ arm down. Lowering Roro down and kissing her cheek, hearing Royalty giggling aloud for no reason. She hit my face with her hand “I hope you got that, I ain’t doing it again” placing her down “I did, it turned out well” holding Royalty’ arm so she don’t run into the water like she wants too “shall we go into the Marquee now?” finally, we can go and eat “you good?” I asked Rylee “my feet hurt but if I take my heels off then my dress will get dirty” I shrugged staring at Rylee “get walking then woman” Rylee scoffed hitting my arm.

I couldn’t let Rylee walk, I had to pick her up “don’t you have any other shoes? Do I need to take you inside the marquee” Rylee nodded her head “of course I do, I feel my back is going” I said complaining “good, no sex then” my eyes bulged out “oh, there will be sex. I didn’t eat fruit for a whole two weeks for you to deny me this” Rylee giggled aloud, entering the Marquee. Hearing the wolf whistles and cheers as I walked in holding Rylee “you can put me down, I was just being a bitch” I knew it, I knew she could walk now. Carefully placing Rylee down “thank you baby” waving the photographer “bro” he rushed over “that picture of Royalty and us, send me it” I want to post that, give them something to see.

I think I am ready to go back to the hotel room and have sex, the wedding night needs to happen now “I wanted to ask, you cried the way you did, Why? I thought you collapsed?” Rylee wrapped her arms around my arm “I really thought I was at that moment, the air got caught in my throat. You don’t understand how lucky I am. I am sorry that it’s not the biggest wedding you wanted, we will have another one” Rylee shook her head “no, I realised that I don’t need a big wedding. This is perfect. We have the people we need here, I don’t want it. I don’t want a party, a party for who? The fake people” a smile grew on my face “Chris, I sent the picture” the photographer said, looking over at him “thanks bro” getting my phone out “what picture?” Rylee asked, unlocking my phone and tapping on the message from him “this picture” the photo uploaded, tapping on the picture to make it bigger and turning it to her “aww, look at her happy smile before she hit you. That’s us, and peanut. I think peanut misses you, he made himself known and was being ever so mean to me but he is settled now” I gasped “I missed movements? How could he, I will speak to him later” uploading the picture onto Instagram “be nice with the caption” Rylee warned me, I am always nice with my captions. Tapping the caption box ‘That’s it ladies! Breezy is officially off the market, I am a married man to my beautiful wife Rylee Brown. Words can’t describe what a special moment this is, I am so blessed to have Rylee in my life. This is my family and to the ones that didn’t make it. Well, you missed it. God Bless’ I’ll keep it sweet.

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POST #41- Trey Lewis- “Thomason III”

In this time of quarantine, the music community has been hard at work. From live living room sessions and live festivals on social media, to artists writing and sharing new content consistently—it’s been magical! I’ve loved being able to see my newsfeeds filled with so much creativity—it makes these long, isolated days more bearable.

So, that brings me to the concept of quarantine work tapes. A few artists have recently been releasing songs recorded acoustically on their cell phones and audiences have been eating it up, wanting more. They’re raw and authentic, and just so damn good. Singer-songwriter Trey Lewis found inspiration from my friends Muscadine Bloodline and releases his, titled “Thomason III,” on Friday, April 10th. He thought the concept was ingenious, and they were the first he ever saw to do something like that, so he asked for their blessing to create his own. If you know anything about those guys, you know they pair their eclectic sound with hearts bigger than Alabama, so it was a no-brainer. If you love acoustic music and heartfelt songwriting, I definitely recommend giving “Quarantine Work-Tapes, Vol. 1” by Muscadine Bloodline a listen.

Now, back to Trey and this rad new release he’s got up his sleeve. He is a favorite of ours over here at Hillbilly Hippie Music Review and you may have seen him on one of our live shows, or seen our promotion of his most recent single “Whole Lotta Nothin.” He’s been a musician for a decade or so, and in that time frame, he has amassed quite the story of survival, sobriety, and redemption that is evident in his songwriting. While I enjoy his earlier works, I’m loving the new singer-songwriter angle he’s taking, and it’s perfect for him. With his gritty vocals and penchant for writing full of depth, he’s delivering some amazing work and has finally found his niche. “Whole Lotta Nothin” is the quintessential tale of a boy with big dreams stuck in a run down small town filled with nothing but mindless work and demons around every corner. It’s a beautifully melancholic full-band production that is a solid prequel to this new release, though I believe these acoustic songs truly show off the range of his talent.

“Thomason III” consists of three songs backed by only Trey’s voice and acoustic guitar, recorded on his iPhone. As we were discussing the project, Trey let me in on the thought process behind the title and songs he chose. He said, “Thomason III is what I’m calling it. It’s my real name, and these songs are the real me. And I’m the only one left with my name, as I am the 3rd. My dad and grandfather are dead, but I feel they’d be proud of these songs. I’ve made peace with who and what I am. People might not get it. But it’s for me.” Folks, that’s how you know the music is about to be RAW, REAL, & HEARTFELT. You can’t get any more honest than that, and I believe when an artist is creating music that feeds the craving of their soul, rather than the hunger of the masses, that is where true artistry begins. I can’t speak for them, but I truly feel his dad and grandfather would be as proud of the release as I am, as a friend and a fan.

“Believer” is the first track off the release and it is a hopeful story of a man who decides to be true to himself and follow his passions, while making a believer out of those listening. It’s a very personal song written from Trey’s point of view. In it, he sings, “The road is long, and I broke down, I swear I’ve been lost more times than found.” Definitely story of my life! From the first time I heard this song, I loved it and resonated deeply with it. When I’m in need of a little pep-talk, I turn it up and let the positive affirmations soak into my brain and give me the push to continue the grind because “dreams don’t work unless you do.”

“Like You Did Before” is a pure heartache written to an almost lonesome melody full of angst and yearning. When I first heard this tune, I felt like Trey was in my head stealing my thoughts and putting them to music—thoughts longing for the person who broke your heart, and wanting them to do it again despite the painful back and forth tug-of-war of emotions. It’s a song most of us can relate to, because it can be hard to let go, even if what we are with people is better left unsaid AND untouched. “So if you ain’t doin’ anything, come and break my heart, make me bitter...” That line appeals to my stubborn nature, but alas, the heart wants what it wants, I guess.

“Reasons” is my favorite track off the release and is the most introspective of the three tracks. I feel like it’s a candid glimpse into Trey’s life story. When he sings, “I’ve been around enough to know what’s gone ain’t coming back, so I live with my demons, but I ain’t runnin’ from the reasons” it moves something in me and takes me back to my past; it’s such a good lyric. The day I quit hiding from my pain, formally introduced myself to my demons and got to know them, I quit running from the reasons life was bleak and it got better. There’s power to be found in owning your mess. All of the songs on “Thomason III” are heartfelt and relatable, and that what makes them so good. I hope y’all love them as much as I do.

As always in this new-normal we’re living in, listen to the music, tune into the live-stream shows, buy the merch, and send some love via the virtual tip jar, if you’re able. But mostly, be kind and gentle—it’s free.

✌🏻💙🎶Lyssa

*This is an independent review. The Hillbilly Hippie Music Review was not compensated for this review.

*The opinions expressed are solely that of the author(s).

*These images are not ours, nor do we claim them in any way. They are copyrighted Trey Lewis.

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100 Motivational Quotes To Bring Your Spirits Up

Let’s imagine that there is a car on the road. This car keep going all the time until one day it uses up all of its fuel. In fact, we, human, are like cars. If we keep working and running on our route everyday without giving ourselves fuel, we will be tired easily. It is important to fuel our life. Here are the 100 motivational quotes for you to fuel yourself and keep your life moving!

The key to life when it gets tough is to keep moving. Just keep moving.

Credit: Tyler Perry

Keep Smiling And one day life will get tired of upsetting you

DON’T LET PEOPLE’S COMPLIMENTS GET TO YOUR HEAD AND DON’T LET THEIR CRITICISM GET YOUR HEART

You can’t get unfamous. You can get infamous but you can’t get unfamous.

Credit: Dave Chappelle

Stages are getting higher and higher, and I’m getting older and older.

Credit: Iggy Pop

You’ve got to be honest; if you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

Credit: George Burns

When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.

Credit: Shia LaBeouf

I wouldn’t support Limp Bizkit being on some snuff backyard brawling, fighting contest.

Credit: Fred Durst

Fun is like life insurance; the older you get, the more it costs.

Credit: Kin Hubbard

Freedom is just another word: It seems to get truer the older I get.

Credit: Kris Kristofferson

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well

KEEP CALM AND RIDE ON

When your arm gets hit, the ball is not going to go where you want it to.

Credit: John Madden

It’s just really hard to work and get better, building and planning for the future with the new Monte Carlo and keeping the race team intact and keeping them healthy.

Credit: Dale Earnhardt

When I go to the press conference before the game, in my mind the game has already started.

Credit: Jose Mourinho

In the sports arena I would say there is nothing like training and preparation. You have to train your mind as much as your body.

Credit: Venus Williams

I let people see the cracks in my life. We can’t be phony. We’ve got to keep it real.

Credit: Charles R. Swindoll

Life is a game. Money is how we keep score.

Credit: Ted Turner

Meditation makes the entire nervous system go into a field of coherence.

Credit: Deepak Chopra

Money was never a big motivation for me, except as a way to keep score. The real excitement is playing the game.

Credit: Donald Trump

Money is like an arm or leg – use it or lose it.

Credit: Henry Ford

LIFE IS LIKE A ROLLER COASTER. LIVE IT BE HAPPY ENJOY LIFE

When you visualize, then you materialize. If you’ve been there in he mind you’ll go there in the body.

Credit: Dr Denis Waitley

A buddy will keep you honest and add a dimension of fun to your workout.

Credit: Bill Toomey

I like sports, and I enjoy playing basketball and lifting weights.

Credit: Joel Osteen

I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy’s ear off.

Credit: Mike Tyson

When we first sold the Wallace and Gromit shorts to America, people suggested we get rid of the strange British accents and put clear American voices on them, and we held out.

Credit: Nick Park

Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul, you’ve got to run like an antelope out of control!

Credit: Trey Anastasio

Some of today’s athletes do not have that kind of pride. They left school at 16, have never had a job in their life and are getting Lottery funding, earning money as an athlete.

Credit: Linford Christie

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

Credit: Stephen King

Caught between a strong mind, and a fragile heart.

One disco, one soft ball game, one lost love, one gay pride rally at a time.

Credit: Jasmine Guy

To me, cricket is a simple game. Keep it simple and just go out and play.

Credit: Shane Warne

There is no such thing as natural touch. Touch is something you create by hitting millions of golf balls.

Credit: Lee Trevino

you can still be dead With a beating heart and a pounding chest.

People work for a living. They got families to raise. Their lives are tough.

Credit: Ann Richards

I have a temper on me that could hold back tides.

Credit: Shirley Manson

If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the SCISSors.

The older you get the more capable you get at managing life.

Credit: Rachel Weisz

You don’t have to swing hard to hit a home run. If you got the timing, it’ll go.

Credit: Yogi Berra

MOTIVATION IS WHAT GETS YOU STARTED. HABIT IS WHAT KEEPS YOU GOING.

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A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace.

Credit: Ovid

DO NOT GET UPSET WITH PEOPLE OR SITUATIONS, BOTH ARE POWERLESS WITHOUT YOUR REACTION

It frustrates SS me that I have all these words inside of me that you will never get to hear.

Credit: Silence

Don’t let ambition get so far ahead that it loses sight of the job at hand.

Credit: William Feather

In sports, teams win and individuals don’t.

Credit: Fran Tarkenton

Don’t shed any tears for me. I got to live a dream most people don’t get to live.

Credit: Tony Dungy

My pitching philosophy is simple – keep the ball way from the bat.

Credit: Satchel Paige

Keeping score is for games, not friendships.

Credit: John C. Maxwell

As you get older, time speeds up but life slows down.

Credit: John C. Maxwell

The secret to getting ahead is getting started.

Credit: Mark Twain

The fact is I don’t drive just to get from A to B. I enjoy feeling the car’s reactions, becoming part of it.

Credit: Enzo Ferrari

My motto is, you have to get in a sport a day.

Credit: Paul Walker

I was hoping he would get up so I could hit him again and keep him down.

Credit: Mike Tyson

I’ve been lucky to work with people that I like most of the time. If I don’t like them, I’ll play head games with them to get their minds spinning.

Credit: Vince Vaughn

I couldn’t beat people with my strength; I don’t have a hard shot; I’m not the quickest skater in the league. My eyes and my mind have to do most of the work.

Credit: Wayne Gretzky

Baseball was one-hundred percent of my life.

Credit: Ty Cobb

You’ve got to have dreams to keep you going.

Credit: Steve Waugh

Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out.

KEEP QUIET, I M PINNING

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

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KEEP SMILING AND ONE DAY LIFE WILL GET TIRED OF UPSETTING YOU pure happy

In motivating people, you’ve got to engage their minds and their hearts. I motivate people, I hope, by example – and perhaps by excitement, by having productive ideas to make others feel involved.

Credit: Rupert Murdoch

People like to tear you down. People are always going to take shots. You’ve just got to go for it.

Credit: Joan Jett

It’s not life or death it’s a game and at the end of the game there is going to be a winner and a loser.

Credit: Bernhard Langer

I’m motivated by creating a level playing field for the world so that the weak have a chance.

Credit: Iqbal Quadir

A team takes on the personality of the head coach.

Credit: Ricky Williams

If the heavens throw you dates, you got to keep your mouth open.

Credit: Navjot Singh Sidhu

There’s a possibility in life in being OUT OF YOUR MIND JOYFUL Ali MacGraw SuPer OWN SOuL PRAH WINFREY NETWORK

Money cannot buy peace of mind. It cannot heal ruptured relationships, or build meaning into a life that has none. Richard M.

Credit: DeVos ll Quoteistan.com

Life is like a roller coaster It has its ups and downs. But it’s your choice to scream or enjo the ride.

Credit: DTag-pictures.com

The thing that drives most coaches out of coaching in college is they get tired of the grind of recruiting.

Credit: Bobby Bowden

It’s a mistake, when life hands you a tough lesson, to think that you can get back at life by not learning it Robert

I disagree with people who think you learn more from getting beat up than you do from winning.

Credit: Tom Cruise

I like almonds as a snack – keeps your energy up but doesn’t fill you up.

Credit: Ina Garten

I’ve told the guys to keep their heads up. I really believe we played a great game here.

Credit: Ricky Ponting

The reason sport is attractive to many of the general public is that it’s filled with reversals. What you think may happen doesn’t happen. A champion is beaten, an unknown becomes a champion.

Credit: Roger Bannister

My mind. wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you Curia no Comm

I can’t seem to get the thought of you and me being together Out of my head.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.

Credit: Albert Einstein

Only fools let compliments get to their head and criticism get to their heart Curia no.

Credit: Comm

As for our great King, when we venture into His presence, let us have a purpose there. Let us beware of playing at praying; it is insolence toward God.

Credit: Charles Spurgeon

The dread of lonliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

Credit: Cyril Connolly

I go out there and get my eyes gouged, my nose busted, my body slammed. I love the pain of the game.

Credit: Dennis Rodman

It takes more than just a good looking body. You’ve got to have the heart and soul to go with it.

Credit: Lee Haney

More enduringly than any other sport, wrestling teaches self-control and pride. Some have wrestled without great skill – none have wrestled without pride.

Credit: Dan Gable

Laughter is the valve on the pressure cooker of life. Either you laugh and suffer, or you got your beans or brains on the ceiling.

Credit: Wavy Gravy

With the sax, I learned technique well enough so that it feels like part of my body, and I just express myself. That’s where I want to get in golf.

Credit: Kenny G

I like silence; I’m a gregarious loner and without the solitude, I lose my gregariousness.

Credit: Karen Armstrong

I know of people who don’t believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike, say, a broken leg, you don’t know when it’ll get better.

Credit: Marian Keyes

Instead of thinking Outside the box, get rid of the box Deepak Chopra

I enjoy now doing what I do… playing golf, relaxing a little, enjoying life.

Credit: Yogi Berra

I’ve got big shoes to fill. This is my chance to do something. I have to seize the moment.

Credit: Andrew Jackson

The cost of living is going up and the Chance of living is going down.

Credit: Flip Wilson meetvile.com

You’ve got to keep fighting – you’ve got to risk your life every six months to stay alive.

Credit: Elia Kazan

KEEP SMILING AND ONE DAY LIFE WILL GET TIRED OF UPSETTING YOU

KEEP YOUR EYES FOCUSED ON YOUR LONG TERM GO ALS EVEN IF YOU MAKE A MISTAKE GET BACK ON TRACK AND KEEP MOVING

You find that you have peace of mind and can enjoy yourself, get more sleep, and rest when you know that it was a one hundred percent effort that you gave – win or lose.

Credit: Gordie Howe

You only get one chance at your life so why not jump cars?

Credit: Dax Shepard

To get to be somebody who gets to love what they do for a living, that’s so rare, and so there must be some kind of price you have to pay.

Credit: Ethan Hawke

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Chapter 194

Cammie

Rollie falls back on the couch. "You letting April get the boys?"

"No." I snap.

"Shit. You passionate about that shit."

I cross my arms. "I just don't want to start it. What did you come over here for? That?"

"Me and Kirby just came."

"I don't see no damn Kirby."

"He on the phone."

Trey walks into the living room. He sits my phone down. "What's up?"

Rollie sits up reaching his arm out. "Shit. Just came through."

"Why you had my fucking phone that long?" I say unlocking it.

"April gonna take the boys."

I sit up. "Tremaine! Why the fuck would you do that?"

He narrows his eyes at me. "You know damn well as I do she gonna come here and sweet talk your ass into letting them go. Why fight it? She not coming until tomorrow."

"You already told her yes?"

"I didn't. I'm about to."

I wanted to fucking kick him. "What did you have my phone for?"

"You gonna get the boys ready?"

"No." I snap.

"Jayla, at least pump some extra milk."

I sit back in the chair. "Oh you need me for that but you don't need my fucking permission to fucking send my boys away?"

Trey starts walking out the room. "Sure as hell don't need your permission to do shit with our kids. Our."

"Leave me the fuck alone." I spat. "Bitch ass."

"Yeah." he says walking on out of the room.

I kick the chair. I thought I would at least have his fucking support in the decision to send my children off. I don't fucking want to do it. I look at the number calling me then I sit up really fast to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Cammie. This is Kent. Are you doing well?"

I shrug. "Yeah. How are you?"

"I am doing okay. Listen I know you just had your baby but I'm against the wall here. One of my dancers can't perform. What I'm asking is will you be out of recovery in time enough to be my main dancer?"

"I'm not understanding you. I'm not in recovery. My son is months old. So what exactly are you saying?"

"I need to know if you are willing to be my main dancer on Dancing with the Stars."

I jump up. "Of course! That's what you want?"

"Yeah. Now do you have a choreographer already in mind to replace you? I could..."

"Yes, I have one! O my gosh."

He exhales. "Sounds amazing."

"You telling me. I... Thank you, Kent."

"No problem. I'll be contacting you shortly with the dates. Things will change only a bit. You know photos and things. Interviews and commercials."

"Yes. Okay."

"Take care."

I fall back on the couch then I call MiMi. "Bae, the fucking game done changed."

"Like fucking fucking?"

"You bullshitting me."

She sucks her teeth. "I thought you had some make the sex great again advise."

I roll my eyes. "So guess who gonna be a main dancer on Dancing with the Stars and guess who gonna be here choreographer."

"You? No for real, Cammie." She retorts.

"Yes, me! And you!"

MiMi sighs. "I'll see you when I come kiss your toes. Clean them up for me."

I laugh. "Bae, for real though."

"Dee! Cammie gonna be a main dancer now! Yeah."

"Umm... You know this means we both have to be in California?"

"California?" She says like she never heard of it.

I jump in. "California. For like months bae."

"Who gives a fuck?"

"So now is a great time to start seeing less of your baby little by little." Rollie says.

I fall back down. "This nigga fucked up my mood. How about Trey going to decide it's his fucking fatherly right to send my children wherever he wants."

"And what can you say that ain't gonna cut him deep?"

"Exactly. I'm over the shit. He doing it cause he mad that I was talking shit about those damn rumors."

"I mean though. Those are some pretty harsh things to over look. Bitch, describing details and that video looks a bit convincing. Bestie, you letting his ass be mad about that?"

I roll my eyes. "I'm trying not to fight with him. You know he has to leave tomorrow and he always gets bitchy."

She laughs. "So true... Anyway! You got good news!"

"Right!"

"Bae, I'm about to be on TV."

I chuckle. Trey walks into the room. I stand up. "I'm going with you to Texas."

"No. You not fucking going with me."

"Who the fuck are you to just tell me? I don't know what your fucking problem is."

He turns around walking away. "Right now you. I'm not doing this shit with you."

"Who the hell you gonna do it with then? Fuck bitch."

"Shut the fuck up, Cammie."

I kick the table then sit down. "What the hell?"

"Was that Trey?" MiMi asks.

"Yeah."

"Yo, how the fuck you let him talk to her like that?" Kirby snaps by the door.

Rollie looks away from TV slowly. "He didn't touch her."

Kirby was livid. "The fuvk nigga? I know you playing the cool brother and shit with your brother in law but you too fucking chill."

"Bitch, you go fuck with it." Rollie says looking at TV. "I stay to myself."

"Oh really though." I snap.

He chuckles. "Leave me alone. Go fix your marriage."

"Fuck him." I say. "MiMi call me back."

"I'm coming over."

"K."

 Trey

I walk into my bedroom from the bathroom. Lane is stretched out on the floor playing with his tablet. Any other time this would be fine. Him sitting down being quiet is rare. But this instance he is supposed to be doing what I told him.

"Lane!"

He jumps. "Daddy?"

"Go get your mama."

"Go get Mommy?"

"Yes. Tell your mother to come here."

He stares at me. Knowing Lane he is trying to decide whether or not he is going to listen to me. He says something unrecognizable than he says mommy and start running out of the room. Damn I hope both boys aren't bad.

"Mommy said no." he pouts.

"Why?"

He stares at me for a minute. "Mommy not listening. Mommy said no."

"Go get her Lane."

"Mommy mad."

As I'm watching him he shrugs his shoulders. So is he telling me he doesn't know why she mad? Why the hell am I relying on a 2 year old to get shit done. I reach for him before I start talking. He was expecting it and he turns around quickly but falls. I pick him up off of the floor and sit him down on the sink. He going to see his grandma so he needs a fresh haircut. He hits my hand. I put his arms down by his side. He kicks me as I start brushing his hair. Little rat. I put the clippers down then get in his face. He is not intimidated a bit. He takes the brush then he starts brushing my hair. I stop him when he reaches for the clippers.

"Fuck no boy." I say popping his hand.

"Ouch." he says then springs forward.

I try my damnest to catch the fool before he hits the ground. I look down expecting to help him off the floor. This boy runs out of the bathroom full speed. I sigh. The fucking truth is that I'm ashamed to fucking go in the other room after I showed my ass for no reason. I rather be a bitch alone then in front of everybody. But Cammie not coming and Lane not gonna push the issue. I don't blame a 2 year old. He smart.

"That bullshit, Trey!" Lane shouts.

"Daylan!" I snap walking into the bedroom.

He was gone. I sigh then walk out into the hallway. I wish I could call Ma and tell her to tell Cammie to come here. But Cammie mad at everybody. I realized after I put my foot in my mouth that she is going to be alone tomorrow. Take her kids and leave town. That's mighty fucked up of me.

"Jayla." I say low trying to only get her attention.

"What you say fuck boy?" Kirby retorts loudly.

I turn to face only Cammie. "Jayla."

"Bae. I'm so fucking excited. You think they for real?" MiMi asks walking in the room.

"Yeah." Cammie says dryly.

"Fucking buzz kill." MiMi says taking Minnie. "That bit couldn't change you, stank? Sitting there smelling you like it's cute."

Cammie crackles a smile. "I swear she wasn't stank in my lap."

"How you know with Trey all in your damn nostril?"

"There go Mommy." Lane says running up to Cammie.

Cammie snatches her phone from him. "How do you even know the password? Oh... Hey, Ma."

"You sound so dead to be having good news." April says.

"Well you coming to take my babies and..." She cuts her eyes at me then she rolls them.

"Tremaine, why are you being weird? Just call me back. Damn, annoying asses always flip flopping." the phone goes black.

I kneel down in front of Cammie. "Just come talk to me."

"Tremaine if you got something to say then say it. I don't feel like going back and forth with you. You said your peace earlier."

"What the fuck you mean?" I snap on accident.

"Nigga really?" she spats back tilting her head at me.

We all kinds of fucked up. I forgot who mad at who and who should apologize. I stand up.

"Say whatever the hell you got to say. I can take whatever."

"This not even about what I got to say. Why you so willing to hear my bullshit suddenly?"

I shrug. "If it fucking rocks your boat."

"What?" she says standing up. I try to wrap my arm around her waist. "Don't even."

"The fuck?" I say pissed at the level she went to to avoid my touch. Its not that fucking necessary.

"You know what Tremaine." she says putting her hand on her hip. "I sit around here listening to bullshit having to have the fucking skills of fucking Sherlock Holmes to figure shit out. You would think my fucking husband would take the damn time to tell me what's what. Fuck no! I'm tired of feeling like the fucking secret agent that has to sneak around and try not to hurt your fucking feelings. Gotdamn it." she says throwing her hands up. "I'm not some fucking stalker ass bitch who you don't want to know your every move. I'm your fucking wife and I sure as hell am not playing no other role no more. So the next time you think I might have heard a rumor you better come fucking talk to me your gotdamn fucking self. So then I can tell other people... Oh yeah he told about that already. And fuck you for thinking I want to follow your ass because of some damn video I saw a year ago! Yes bitch I already know you fucked her and when."

I sigh and walk away. Well damn.

"What?" MiMi says standing at the hall bouncing the baby. "What was all of that?"

"Looks like Cammie came through right quick." Rollie says chuckling.

MiMi sucks her teeth. "Repeat what happened."

"She said too much." Rollie snaps. "Blah Blah blah... Pick your face up."

"Rollie you not shit." MiMi says.

"Shut up." Cammie snaps.

I start to walk into the bedroom. Lane was standing in the hall holding his dick in his hand. I stop and stare at him trying to figure out what going on. I shrug.

"What are you doing?"

"A bug!" he points.

I go to him and grab his arm. "Boy, go fucking pee in the other bathroom."

He runs down the hall. "Awh!"

"Lane!" I say. Fuck it.

"What?" Cammie retorts.

I look back at her. "I don't fucking want you anymore."

She raises her eyebrows. "So we single?"

"What the fuck?" I snap sitting on the bed. "What the fuck is your problem? You want that?"

"You the one walking around with fucking secrets and attitudes. What you want me to think?"

"I don't fucking know."

She shrugs then starts to walk out. "Very fucking well."

I don't know what that means but my heart feels weak as shit like it means it's the end. I stand up from the bed.

"Jayla, if you felt like that..."

"Tremaine!" she snaps spinning around. "I didn't think nothing until you blew up on me about your fucking outside shit and me fucking wanting to go somewhere with you. You fucking act like I've been following you around and you tried of the shit. You even sent my sons away like I fucking did something to you."

I'm just picking at an open wound and don't know how to stop it. In no way do I want my Jayla feeling like she the bitches from my pass. I don't fucking know. I sit back down now that she has stopped. Lane runs into the room now completely naked dragging his pajamas. The environment can't even continue to be tense with this little man around.

"A bug."

"The pajamas?" I reply.

He had some damn bugs on his fucking pajamas. So when I asked what he was doing his answer should have been putting on my pajamas. Not yelling about a bug and running down the hall. I look at Cammie. She was watching him. I walk over to her. Can we try this again?

"I'm not trying to..."

"I don't care about your efforts."

I start to snap at her but I kiss her cheek. "I would love for you to come with me tomorrow. We haven't done anything together in a while. We haven't been alone... I don't remember how long."

"Keep talking cause that's only the surface."

"Bullshit." Lane says throwing the pants.

"Lane, stop saying bullshit. Go get some draws then I'll help you." Cammie barks.

Lane shakes his head. "I don't know."

I step between Cammie and Lane. He was putting his shirt on ignoring Cammie. If the boy wants to put on clothes without draws that's his problem. Cammie was back to her attitude. I get closer to her. She pushes me stepping away from me at the same time.

"Sex not solving this."

"Sex? Ba... What? Who trying to fuck you?"

She steps back more. "You can talk away from me."

"Damn..."

"Damnit." Lane giggles.

Cammie glances at him. "Let me get the belt."

I glance back at him. He had a smile on his face. "For Daddy. Daddy bad."

"Can we make up now because I'm over this. Either I go with you or I'm going out of town by myself." Cammie says about to walk out.

"Where you going if we making up?"

She doesn't let me touch her. "No, I'm serious. No makeup x."

Lane screams. We both look his way. He had successfully put both legs in the pants. He pulls them up twisted to the side. He was satisfied even with that. I'm surprised they are on the right way. I look back at Cammie. She was gone. I step into the hallway.

"What's your news?" I yell.

"I mean I'm kinda rich." Rollie shrugs. "Not your rich. I will have my name in a movie?"

I shrug. "Rollie man, I don't give a damn."

He throws his arms up. "You needed my news, brother."

"Lane." I say walking back in the room. "Let me cut your hair."

"No thank you." He waves.

"You not going to your grandma house tomorrow if you don't let me cut your hair."

"Nanma? Nanma Rose?"

I walk into the bathroom. "You not going to Grandma Rose's house tomorrow if I don't cut your hair."

"I want my hair."

"All of it?" I gesture to him. "Let me fix it then."

He walks so slow to me. "Damnit."

"Grandma Rose cut your butt for saying bad words."

"In church!" Lane says popping his butt then fake crying.

I laugh. "Grandma spank your butt in church?"

"Hug grandma." he says laughing.

"What are you talking about?"

He grabs the brush and brush his hair. "I go to grandma?"

"Yes."

"Thank you." he says happily.

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Chapter 171

Trey

I know my eyes weren't closed long. I look to the foot of the bed.

"The lady finally called back and said that's fine. We can control the publicity of it all."

"You woke me up for that?"

She shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, what's the problem?"

"I'm fucking trying to sleep."

"Don't get an attitude." she says staring at me. She starts to walk away then she changes her mind. "I don't give a damn."

I move my leg away from her. "Why come back over here?"

She rolls her eyes then out of nowhere snatches the cover to the floor. Petty ass shit.

"You doing shit for no reason. Take your ass on."

"You act like you have a privilege and you are required to get a fucking nap. I don't give a damn about your nap or your fucking attitude bitch."

I sigh. "Go head on before you really get an attitude."

"Ooo, so angry. I forgot to fucking get scared."

"Yo, shut the fuck up."

She really not going to go anywhere as long as this going on. I sit up in the bed. Why the hell are we even fucking arguing? A fucking minute ago I was sleep. Damn, I really forgot. Now I'm fully awake and mad about that. I turn on my back away from her. She can argue by her fucking self.

"Really? You going to tell me to shut up then turn your back. You so fucking ignorant."

"Yeah, okay."

She throws something at me. I turn around. A fucking hard ass toy. I look up at her. She had around left out of the room. She had to run out of this bitch. Ain't no way she got out of here that fast. I get up out of the bed. I don't give a damn where she at. Run in Caden's room all you want. I walk into the room straight to her. I ignore everything and everyone but her. I grab her arm. It helps that my hand almost completely wrapped around her entire upper arm. I gently but forcefully guide her out of the room.

"What the hell?" she snaps slapping me on my ear. "Get your hands off of me."

"I'm not hurting you." I say calmly.

She was red hot mad. I let her go. I might have to fight her ass if I don't. She keeps slapping me. I grab her again after I had let her go. She drops everything. All emotions and movement. I let her go again.

"You can throw a fucking toy at me..."

"Oh shut the hell up. I didn't think it would hit up." she rolls her eyes.

I put my hands up. "Why the hell throw it?"

She turns to walk away. "Yeah, whatever. Fuck you."

"Take it back." I say grabbing her.

"Tremaine, get the fuck off me!"

"You a fucking bratty ass shit."

She chops my wrist. "Oh I'm shit. I'll remember that."

Shit. That shit hurt. I push her a bit to get her away from me. She folds her arms and walk away. I feel worthless now. I catch a glance of her sad face in the glass she was walking in front of. I follow behind her making wide steps. I catch her before she goes into MiMi's room. MiMi looks up at us really fast. I stand in front of Cammie so she couldn't go into the room. I grab Cammie's waist. She still had her arms across her chest looking away from me.

"Jayla." I say softly backing her up. "My Jayla."

"It's a bit awkward to stand in front of someone's door." Devin says.

"Tell MiMi to mind her business." I say trying to get Cammie to drop her arms. "Jayla."

She turns and tries to walk away. "Get off me."

"Jayla, I didn't say you were shit."

"All I wanted to do was tell you what the fucking people said. You weren't even fully sleep. All you had to fucking say was okay. You always want to know everything but as soon as I try to..."

"Jayla." I say then grab her arm.

"Tremaine." she says trying to get loose.

We were getting an audience standing in the hallway. She fights with me. I get her into the room without too much of a fight. That's a sign that she not that mad. I close the bedroom door. She storms across the floor to the closet. I follow behind her.

"Jayla." There's just silence. I sigh. "Jayla, I know. I started it. Come here."

"Aye, Jay." Rollie says knocking.

I sigh. I asked for it. Big brother comes a stomping. There's a little knock on the door. That's Lane. Cammie turns around walking to the door. I grab her waist bringing her to me.

"I took it too far."

"You did." she snaps.

I get into her face. "And what did you do?"

"Tell you about what the fucking people said."

"And nothing else?" I raise my eyebrows.

She sucks her teeth. "I told you I didn't mean for that to hit you."

I let it go. Okay Jayla. You did nothing to keep it going. She walks across the room to the door. I pick the blanket up off of the floor and toss it on the bed. Rollie hands Cammie a decorated basket. I got a feeling he knows nothing about our little fight. Lane runs away behind Rollie.

"Jayla." I say.

"How you just up and plan an event without the person knowing?" Cammie sucks her teeth.

"Stop getting mad at everything. You were happy about earlier." I say trying to grab her.

She snatches away. "Why you keep putting your hands on me?"

"I come in peace." I say holding my hands up quickly.

"You just annoying me."

I follow behind her. She really about to get annoyed with me. I would fucking be sleep and out of her hair if she would have left me that way. The basket had flowers and candy. It was one of the many gifts we were getting all day from people who found out through invitations that the baby is home/birth.

"Tremaine." she spats startled versus upset. "Why are you following me? Take your ass to sleep. You fuss about me waking you up then you follow me."

"Cause you are still mad."

She gives me a fake smile. "Okay, you happy. We happy.:

"Fake ass shit."

"Oh I'm shit again."

"Your smile was fake." I snap.

She sighs. "Tremaine, my sleep pattern is all fucked up. I can't sleep when Caden sleeps because Lane is in need of his Mommy during the time. My breasts are constantly leaking like I'm feeding both Lane and Caden. Let's not talk about hormones and shit. Still feel like I'm pregnant some times. Tell me what your problem is again?"

I touch her side. "My problem is that your sleep pattern is fucked up. Lane requires your free time from Caden's demanding life. You got all these hormones I can't name. Your breast leak and make you cranky. And I can't fix any of your problems."

"I..." she stops talking and smiles really hard.

I smile. I love her. She tries hard to think about something smart to say. I rub on her slide giving her time. She has nothing. Suddenly the room fills with a familiar sound. Lane crying. Cammie turns towards his cries. She can't help it. I touch her slide. I would who will win. Me or Lane. He cries louder walking extra slow. Cammie makes eye contact with me. Oh shit. She reading me. She runs her hand down my chest.

"10 minutes." she says.

"Huh?"

She turns around. "What's the matter?"

He tries hard to tell her while crying. She takes him into her arms as he finally gets to her. He just wanted to be a big baby. He hugs her tightly still trying to explain what happened. I go over to the bed. They were whispering now. I cut my eyes at them. Lane couldn't hold the secret Cammie was telling him. He looks at me giggling. I lay down.

"Daddy." Lane chuckles.

"Lane, I hear you."

Lane giggles then runs up to me. He gets in the bed.

"You gonna take a nap with daddy?" Cammie asks.

"No." Lane says fighting me.

"You bout to get thrown in the trash." I say.

Lane continues fighting me. Cammie touches me causing me to get hit in the stomach. Lane finds it really funny. Lane jumps between us. Cammie grabs him pinning him down to the bed between us. He asks really wild. I think he enjoyed being in the way.

"Mommy." Lane says suddenly then starts crying.

"Shhh." she says then put him on her chest. "Mommy already knows."

I chuckle. "What's that?"

She turns her back to me exposing her ass cheeks. I grunt. I look at the clock. 10 minutes and Lane will be sleep. They start whispering again. His little foot goes up in the air then he sits it on her. She moves it. He does it again then giggles. That's his final attempt to avoid the spell she puts on him. I understand little me. She got me under her spell.

"I love you, Lane." I say.

"No, Temaine."

"Tremaine." Cammie snaps.

I smile. Lane sits up looking at me. I smile. He crawls across Cammie throwing himself on my head. I don't fight him. He puts his hand in my face. I start biting on it. He roars with laughter. Cammie goes to get off the bed. He abruptly stops playing with me and starts screaming for Cammie.

"Lane, can I go to the bathroom? Chill."

"No." he says hanging over the bed watching her.

She shuts the door. He falls out crying then stops. He lies there whining falling asleep. I hit the bed. He jumps then looks at me. He don't want me. He rolls over closing his eyes whining. Cammie comes out then pushes him over on the bed. She mad I woke him up but she does that shit while he sleep. He whines rolling back to where he was. I quickly realize it's part of their routine. He was trying not to let her on the bed cause he mad. She bites him then picks him up. Of course he overreacts then goes to sleep in her arms.

 ****************

 "Tremaine." Drake says mocking Cammie.

I laugh. "Yeah, fuck you."

"Go mention it to her right now. I want to hear it."

"She fell asleep on me earlier. I'm not..." I push the door all the way open. "Jay?"

She looks back at me. "What?"

I lower the phone catching temporary amnesia from her body. She puts her dress on her shoulders covering her titties. I stand really closer to her.

"What?" she says touching my neck.

"Drake wants me to come chill with him."

She brushes the back of my neck. "You say that like you don't want to be bothered and you want me to say no."

I smile slightly. "I sound like that?"

"You want to..."

"Yo, Drake." I say putting the phone to my ear.

Cammie mushes my head. "Tremaine, he was on the phone the whole time? You acting like a kid who trying to get permission from his parents to do what he know he can't. Go wherever you want. You are a grown man."

"Don't believe that." Drake says.

"Move for real." Cammie says mad.

I chuckle. "I'll probably come by."

"Depends on what? We ain't partied in a while."

"Who cares?" I shrug. "I'll let you know."

"What depends on Chris soft ass?"

I shake my head. "He going to Cali. I'll call you back."

I hang up then go over to Cammie. She crosses her arms but not across her chest. I chuckle grabbing her breast.

"Titties hurting?"

"Tremaine?" she whines turning away from me. "If they were you not helping. Why you always exploiting me?"

I laugh. "Jay Baby. Nobody exploiting you. Stop being so dramatic."

She pats her breast. "I have on a pressure relief bra."

"You proud of your bra?" I say reaching for her titties.

"I got it in the mail today. Yes. MiMi jealous cause it feels good."

"Sounds like she was wearing it."

Cammie looks at me sideways. "She was."

I shake my head. "Of course."

"Wanna see it?" she says holding up her shirt. "It's cute too."

"Look like you have abs." I say touching her stomach. I grab her waist.

She drops her shirt. "Look at the bra not my body."

I rub my hands on her bare skin. "Let me see it again then."

"MiMi is going to her house for a few days." Cammie says annoyed.

"Why you mad?"

"Cause she just doing it for Dee who not even going to be there."

I kiss her collarbone. "Get out their business. Let them go home."

"I just know he better be there."

"Camille."

She giggles putting her hands on her slides. "Don't be calling my name like that. He better, Tremaine. She can't be taking care of both of those babies by herself."

"Do y'all get pregnant at the same time on purpose? So what she goes through you go through?"

"Are you going out tonight?"

"Don't change the subject."

She drops her arms. "Answer my question."

"Or what, Jayla?"

"I can think of something, Aldon." she pokes my chest.

I grab her ass lifting her up on me waist. "Where is your son?"

She shrugs. "Somewhere mad because he can't put Caden in his truck. He not talking to me. Talking about Caden little so he needs to put him in the truck."

"At least he wants to play with Caden."

"Play WITH him. As in Caden is a toy and can be manipulated any way Lane chooses. No."

I laugh. "Y'all be fighting one minute best friends the next."

"Sounds like someone else. Husband? You gonna hold me up here or do something?"

"I'm trying to figure out what that needs to be. How much time we have."

She wraps her legs around me. "I'm not wearing any panties."

"Why?"

"Does it matter?" she smirks.

I put her on the back of the couch. "It does matter."

She reaches her hands in my pants. "Cause I have been trying to get my hands on you all day. One less thing in the way. Didn't know you would be so resistant."

"I'm full of shit."

"You are."

I pull her into me. "Mmh."

I never get tired of this girl. She lifts her body up then starts grinding on me. I grip her ass. For my own pleasure because she didn't need me to hold her up. She holds her head back exposing her neck. I kiss and suck on it as the fire builds in my veins. I try to move her faster but she wouldn't change her course.

"Fuck." I whisper losing the battle.

She controlled the rhythm. She controlled me. My body, my mind all hers. I bite her neck. She just moans not changing her pace. I give in and let the orgasm come as she demanded. It was instantaneous. Like fire. I grunt as she speeds up the rhythm not giving our bodies time to recover from the first nut. I put her back against the couch. She didn't want to lose control. I force her to. I push her upper body back making her drape over the couch. I start pounding inside of her. She sits up using just her abdominal muscles. Too late because I am doing it my way. No more slow shit.

"Tremaine." she moans just above a whisper.

"Jayla." I say back to her.

Fuck.

[blackrosesfanfic]

Chapter 206

Trey

"I'll call you when I leave the studio."

"Okay. Love you. Hurry home." Cammie smiles.

I kiss at her. "Love you too."

She smiles again then hangs up the phone. I walk into the room and greet everyone. They wanted me to get on some song that they had. I was like whatever. I wasn't really doing nothing but watching Cammie drool over the boys being home. Derrick daps me up.

"Aye, aye." He says hitting my chest. "I been meaning to get at you."

"I been in the same fucking place." I shrug.

He nods his head. "Yeah, I know. Man... I. I really ain't want to say shit when your wife around. You know."

I step back from him. "Naw, I don't know."

"Oh well... I heard some shit from a few people. I mean like two people. They probably heard it at the same time but anyway. It's been said."

"Bitch fucking say it already."

He kinda starts walking to the door. I ain't trying to hear no damn bullshit and he acting like he on some damn bullshit. I step over to the side where he was. He takes out his phone.

"Aye, so there's this thing about August Alsina writing a song about your girl."

"What?" I snap. "What about her?"

He shrugs. "I don't really have time to feed that deep into shit."

But you got time to fucking relay gotdamn messages and shit? I look at him. He kinda shrugs his shoulder. He shows me a picture of Cammie and August. He was standing in front of her but off to the side a bit. He had his left hand on her left forearm as she stood there with her arms crossed. The next picture got me a bit livid. They were standing on the balcony talking. I play the shit off.

"Nigga I thought you were gonna fucking show me some fucking real as shit. What is this high school shit? Them talking mean they fucking?"

"Aye, if you know your fucking girl it's nothing."

I shrug. "Then its fucking nothing. You know how mean gotdamn possible songs could be about any fucking body. Unless he gotdamn said her name they reaching too hard. Petty ass shit."

That shit really had me fucking hot. Gotdamn. I got to push it out my head but I know that shit gonna eat at me. Better I leave the shit alone. I can't be up here looking stupid giving his messy nigga something to report. As far as he know that shit is fake. I fucking innocent as chat between two people. A reason for people to mind their own business. But it's much deeper.

**************

"Trey you called?" CiCi asks.

"Yeah, get me a hotel."

She hesitates."Um... that's it? Where? I mean. You going somewhere? You not due anywhere for a few days. Like 3."

"Something secluded in LA."

"Uh..." she says slowly. "Alright. You good though?"

"Yeah. Just do it. On the other credit card. Text me the info. I'm waiting. "

She doesn't say nothing. I hang up. I rather be alone right now. I wait for CiCi to text me the information so I know where to tell my driver to go. I'm just sitting here in the car like an idiot. I swear if something really going on between Cammie and August. Naw I ain't even going to think like that. Imma just calm my ass down.

"Trey, you sure you good?" CiCi asks when I answer the phone.

"Why did you text me like I said?"

She sighs. "Well I wanted to make sure you remember about the party you were going to."

I exhale. "I remember. I ain't going."

"Uh okay."

"You know what... yeah. Send me an outfit to the hotel."

She blows. "Okay. You just seem a little off. What style?"

"Who fucking cares?"

"Umm... you normally do but okay. I'll get Nat to do it. She better with that. I texted the information. Like if you wanna talk."

"I don't."

She exhales longer. "K. Bye."

"Oh and later tonight Imma need you to call Cammie."

"What?"

"Yeah." I say hanging up.

  Chris

I'm fucking tired of Amber's sexy ass and her fucking pep talks. I tilt my head at her trying my best to give her attitude. She keeps ignoring me. I blow as she gets the lint off my damn shirt. She is extra.

"Christopher."

"Amber, just keep being sexy nothing else. I'm going out to get drinks but I ain't drinking. Shut up."

She hits me with the lint roller. "You do too much."

I smile. "Sike."

"Okay really quick. I just want to say that I'm committed to this. Like we have gotten so much stronger and you have fucking opened up in ways that I never saw. You know. I like that. We better friends than we ever been. So no matter what happens between us romantically I always got your fucking back."

"Bae, if you would have left out all the curse words and the bruh body language that would have been perfect. What are you rehearsing for?"

She laughs. "Chris, shut up."

I smack the lint roller out of her hand and grab her. She so fucking amazing. I think we fucking on to some new shit. Like the way we are is like nothing else. She understands me like no other. I'm just fucking crazy about her. I feel like anything less of me trying would let her down. She believes in me more than I fucking believe in myself.

"You should just come out with me."

"Nope." She says kissing me. "I have to stay here. Play girlfriend."

I rub on her ass. "You just said you so much more."

She moves her ass. "I said we so much more."

"Where the fucking romance?" I say letting her go.

"You can take me out tomorrow. Leave. Go to your party so I can go over to Cammie's."

I tap on her ass then move away from her. I just want to fuck her and spoon all night. Sleep in her pussy and listen to her giggle. I kiss her once again then leave out of the house. I don't feel like going any fucking where for real for real. Lame ass party. I bet the shit gonna be stupid.

"Oh bae!" Amber yells out the door. "Don't forget to fix your shit with Trey."

"Yeah yeah."

"I mean it!"

I throw up my hand. I told her I would try. I started to say fuck him when he was on the phone talking bout some dumb shit. He acting fucking stupid.

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"Yo, Trey!" O'shea yells.

Trey nods his head. "What's up?"

Dave caps Trey up. "Where you been? Getting drunk with who before you came here? Look at this nigga. What you been drinking?"

"Iunno." He shrugs. "Yo, Chris we need to talk."

"Yo, I'm sure you won't be talking about shit like this." I chuckle gesturing to his appearance. "Let's just turn up some bottles or whatever."

Trey shakes his head. "Naw."

I need someone else to help me convince this bitch not to fuck with me. I can see it all over his face. I can just fucking tell he ain't came here to do shit positive. I shake my head and follow him. I gesture for both of my guards to come with me. I just don't see this playing out right. But whatever.

"Yo, Trey you acting a bit psycho dude."

"I'm snae."

I lean against the wall. "Why we had to have a fucking private conversation? Damn you could have called me for this shit."

"What you know about August and Cammies relationship?"

"Huh?" I stumble to get out. I stand off the wall. "Who?"

"Bitch just tell me how far it goes back."

I shake my head. "We really doing this nigga? August? You can't keep trying to find ways to fuck this up. You want to be out of this marriage? Be a fucking man and let her know. What the fuck you doing this for?"

Trey looks at me with a straight face. "What do you know?"

"Bitch! If I fucking knew shit I wouldn't tell you shit! I hope she is fucking riding his fucking dick right fucking now. Fucking dumbass!"

"What!"

I make a face at him. "Fuck you Trey. Fucking pissing me off."

"Bitch, I simply asked you a gotdamn question."

"Yeah, and I said my peace motherfucker."

I step back into the wall. I don't even know hoe long it actually took my mind to fucking react. This bitch ass insecure ass nigga punched me. Out of fucking no way. For what? Because he thinks his wife is fucking an irrelevant ass nigga. Fuck him. I snap out of my head and swing at him. He didn't have time to block it. He should have been ready for it. You not bout to fucking hit me and nothing fucking happens. He pushes me into the wall punching me again. I punch him in his stomach. Suddenly he was gone. My bodyguard Jack was holding me against the wall.

"Get the fuck off me." I say pushing him. "Fuck!"

"Yo what the fuck just happened?" Buggiz snaps.

I feel my lip after tasting blood. "Bitch ass fucking hit me."

Buggiz throws his hands up. "Didn't think I had to fucking go with him to talk to you."

"Then you fuck delusional Buggiz! That bitch unstable. Fucking with me. Fuck him."

"What happened?"

I swat my arm at him. "Fuck your shit too."

"You two being stupid. Fighting about what?"

"Cause he fucking punched me, bitch." I say walking out of the room. "I'm fucking leaving."

Damn man. I got to fucking go home and tell Amber about this shit. Bitch got me letting her down. Fuck him man. I'm fucking trying to get my shit together but I end up fighting my fucking so called brother. Fuck that shit. He keeps doing this shit. He needs to fucking be alone if he can't fucking handle the shit. Damn.

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100 Motivational Quotes To Bring Your Spirits Up

Let’s imagine that there is a car on the road. This car keep going all the time until one day it uses up all of its fuel. In fact, we, human, are like cars. If we keep working and running on our route everyday without giving ourselves fuel, we will be tired easily. It is important to fuel our life. Here are the 100 motivational quotes for you to fuel yourself and keep your life moving!

The key to life when it gets tough is to keep moving. Just keep moving.

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Keep Smiling And one day life will get tired of upsetting you

DON’T LET PEOPLE’S COMPLIMENTS GET TO YOUR HEAD AND DON’T LET THEIR CRITICISM GET YOUR HEART

You can’t get unfamous. You can get infamous but you can’t get unfamous.

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Stages are getting higher and higher, and I’m getting older and older.

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You’ve got to be honest; if you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

Credit: George Burns

When a gust of wind hits a broken bone, you feel it.

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I wouldn’t support Limp Bizkit being on some snuff backyard brawling, fighting contest.

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Fun is like life insurance; the older you get, the more it costs.

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Freedom is just another word: It seems to get truer the older I get.

Credit: Kris Kristofferson

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well

KEEP CALM AND RIDE ON

When your arm gets hit, the ball is not going to go where you want it to.

Credit: John Madden

It’s just really hard to work and get better, building and planning for the future with the new Monte Carlo and keeping the race team intact and keeping them healthy.

Credit: Dale Earnhardt

When I go to the press conference before the game, in my mind the game has already started.

Credit: Jose Mourinho

In the sports arena I would say there is nothing like training and preparation. You have to train your mind as much as your body.

Credit: Venus Williams

I let people see the cracks in my life. We can’t be phony. We’ve got to keep it real.

Credit: Charles R. Swindoll

Life is a game. Money is how we keep score.

Credit: Ted Turner

Meditation makes the entire nervous system go into a field of coherence.

Credit: Deepak Chopra

Money was never a big motivation for me, except as a way to keep score. The real excitement is playing the game.

Credit: Donald Trump

Money is like an arm or leg – use it or lose it.

Credit: Henry Ford

LIFE IS LIKE A ROLLER COASTER. LIVE IT BE HAPPY ENJOY LIFE

When you visualize, then you materialize. If you’ve been there in he mind you’ll go there in the body.

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A buddy will keep you honest and add a dimension of fun to your workout.

Credit: Bill Toomey

I like sports, and I enjoy playing basketball and lifting weights.

Credit: Joel Osteen

I ain’t the same person I was when I bit that guy’s ear off.

Credit: Mike Tyson

When we first sold the Wallace and Gromit shorts to America, people suggested we get rid of the strange British accents and put clear American voices on them, and we held out.

Credit: Nick Park

Set the gearshift for the high gear of your soul, you’ve got to run like an antelope out of control!

Credit: Trey Anastasio

Some of today’s athletes do not have that kind of pride. They left school at 16, have never had a job in their life and are getting Lottery funding, earning money as an athlete.

Credit: Linford Christie

Get busy living, or get busy dying.

Credit: Stephen King

Caught between a strong mind, and a fragile heart.

One disco, one soft ball game, one lost love, one gay pride rally at a time.

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To me, cricket is a simple game. Keep it simple and just go out and play.

Credit: Shane Warne

There is no such thing as natural touch. Touch is something you create by hitting millions of golf balls.

Credit: Lee Trevino

you can still be dead With a beating heart and a pounding chest.

People work for a living. They got families to raise. Their lives are tough.

Credit: Ann Richards

I have a temper on me that could hold back tides.

Credit: Shirley Manson

If I cut you off, chances are, you handed me the SCISSors.

The older you get the more capable you get at managing life.

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You don’t have to swing hard to hit a home run. If you got the timing, it’ll go.

Credit: Yogi Berra

MOTIVATION IS WHAT GETS YOU STARTED. HABIT IS WHAT KEEPS YOU GOING.

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A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace.

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DO NOT GET UPSET WITH PEOPLE OR SITUATIONS, BOTH ARE POWERLESS WITHOUT YOUR REACTION

It frustrates SS me that I have all these words inside of me that you will never get to hear.

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Don’t let ambition get so far ahead that it loses sight of the job at hand.

Credit: William Feather

In sports, teams win and individuals don’t.

Credit: Fran Tarkenton

Don’t shed any tears for me. I got to live a dream most people don’t get to live.

Credit: Tony Dungy

My pitching philosophy is simple – keep the ball way from the bat.

Credit: Satchel Paige

Keeping score is for games, not friendships.

Credit: John C. Maxwell

As you get older, time speeds up but life slows down.

Credit: John C. Maxwell

The secret to getting ahead is getting started.

Credit: Mark Twain

The fact is I don’t drive just to get from A to B. I enjoy feeling the car’s reactions, becoming part of it.

Credit: Enzo Ferrari

My motto is, you have to get in a sport a day.

Credit: Paul Walker

I was hoping he would get up so I could hit him again and keep him down.

Credit: Mike Tyson

I’ve been lucky to work with people that I like most of the time. If I don’t like them, I’ll play head games with them to get their minds spinning.

Credit: Vince Vaughn

I couldn’t beat people with my strength; I don’t have a hard shot; I’m not the quickest skater in the league. My eyes and my mind have to do most of the work.

Credit: Wayne Gretzky

Baseball was one-hundred percent of my life.

Credit: Ty Cobb

You’ve got to have dreams to keep you going.

Credit: Steve Waugh

Be sure to taste your words before you spit them out.

KEEP QUIET, I M PINNING

Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.

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KEEP SMILING AND ONE DAY LIFE WILL GET TIRED OF UPSETTING YOU pure happy

In motivating people, you’ve got to engage their minds and their hearts. I motivate people, I hope, by example – and perhaps by excitement, by having productive ideas to make others feel involved.

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People like to tear you down. People are always going to take shots. You’ve just got to go for it.

Credit: Joan Jett

It’s not life or death it’s a game and at the end of the game there is going to be a winner and a loser.

Credit: Bernhard Langer

I’m motivated by creating a level playing field for the world so that the weak have a chance.

Credit: Iqbal Quadir

A team takes on the personality of the head coach.

Credit: Ricky Williams

If the heavens throw you dates, you got to keep your mouth open.

Credit: Navjot Singh Sidhu

There’s a possibility in life in being OUT OF YOUR MIND JOYFUL Ali MacGraw SuPer OWN SOuL PRAH WINFREY NETWORK

Money cannot buy peace of mind. It cannot heal ruptured relationships, or build meaning into a life that has none. Richard M.

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Life is like a roller coaster It has its ups and downs. But it’s your choice to scream or enjo the ride.

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The thing that drives most coaches out of coaching in college is they get tired of the grind of recruiting.

Credit: Bobby Bowden

It’s a mistake, when life hands you a tough lesson, to think that you can get back at life by not learning it Robert

I disagree with people who think you learn more from getting beat up than you do from winning.

Credit: Tom Cruise

I like almonds as a snack – keeps your energy up but doesn’t fill you up.

Credit: Ina Garten

I’ve told the guys to keep their heads up. I really believe we played a great game here.

Credit: Ricky Ponting

The reason sport is attractive to many of the general public is that it’s filled with reversals. What you think may happen doesn’t happen. A champion is beaten, an unknown becomes a champion.

Credit: Roger Bannister

My mind. wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you Curia no Comm

I can’t seem to get the thought of you and me being together Out of my head.

Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.

Credit: Albert Einstein

Only fools let compliments get to their head and criticism get to their heart Curia no.

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As for our great King, when we venture into His presence, let us have a purpose there. Let us beware of playing at praying; it is insolence toward God.

Credit: Charles Spurgeon

The dread of lonliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

Credit: Cyril Connolly

I go out there and get my eyes gouged, my nose busted, my body slammed. I love the pain of the game.

Credit: Dennis Rodman

It takes more than just a good looking body. You’ve got to have the heart and soul to go with it.

Credit: Lee Haney

More enduringly than any other sport, wrestling teaches self-control and pride. Some have wrestled without great skill – none have wrestled without pride.

Credit: Dan Gable

Laughter is the valve on the pressure cooker of life. Either you laugh and suffer, or you got your beans or brains on the ceiling.

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With the sax, I learned technique well enough so that it feels like part of my body, and I just express myself. That’s where I want to get in golf.

Credit: Kenny G

I like silence; I’m a gregarious loner and without the solitude, I lose my gregariousness.

Credit: Karen Armstrong

I know of people who don’t believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike, say, a broken leg, you don’t know when it’ll get better.

Credit: Marian Keyes

Instead of thinking Outside the box, get rid of the box Deepak Chopra

I enjoy now doing what I do… playing golf, relaxing a little, enjoying life.

Credit: Yogi Berra

I’ve got big shoes to fill. This is my chance to do something. I have to seize the moment.

Credit: Andrew Jackson

The cost of living is going up and the Chance of living is going down.

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You’ve got to keep fighting – you’ve got to risk your life every six months to stay alive.

Credit: Elia Kazan

KEEP SMILING AND ONE DAY LIFE WILL GET TIRED OF UPSETTING YOU

KEEP YOUR EYES FOCUSED ON YOUR LONG TERM GO ALS EVEN IF YOU MAKE A MISTAKE GET BACK ON TRACK AND KEEP MOVING

You find that you have peace of mind and can enjoy yourself, get more sleep, and rest when you know that it was a one hundred percent effort that you gave – win or lose.

Credit: Gordie Howe

You only get one chance at your life so why not jump cars?

Credit: Dax Shepard

To get to be somebody who gets to love what they do for a living, that’s so rare, and so there must be some kind of price you have to pay.

Credit: Ethan Hawke

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