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“Bitch, do you not understand that I want to take you to glory?
I don’t know how many times that nigga cussed me out using his hands and having Yasin translate for me. The only shit I knew how to say was fuck you and that was because Havoc said the shit to me all the time.
Those ghetto fucking bitches didn’t even have the funeral at a church.
“Baby, you pregnant and I know you’re going to gain weight. Even the thickest dough still gets folded into a pretzel… feel me?”
“Even little sister…I’m gonna knock the doctor out if she cries when she is born.” I laughed, and Capri started laughing.
“Yo Shante let’s take a shot for your funeral,” I laughed.
Soon as one flew by, he was sent to his maker because Havoc pulled that trigger like it owed him money.
Soon as she realized what was happening, she tried to aim at me, but Erin had already got her. “Fuck you thought!” she snickered.
“My love, I don’t want to hear none of the shit you chatting about. I’ll refund all of them for the inconvenience, but get in that car with Yasin… hear me?”
That man’s body fell out of the coffin and I watched them fly by like a soul train line and empty their guns into his already dead body.
It was a damn shame how the fuck men would gaslight the hell out of you with their lies.
Called me everything but a child of God, even accused me of secretly loving dolphins.”
I was a firm believer of letting something go, because if it was meant to be then it would come back.
“Deadass couldn’t think of a better man to be my daughter’s God father… Quasim is Ryder’s God father, and I need Mr. Fuck You Meannn to be Rayce’s God father.”
As if they planned it, Cappadonna, Capone, and Corleon all three stroked their beards at the same time. “That shit creepy,” Quasim laughed, as he shook his head.
“Aht Aht… don’t be mad because you and Erin be sounding like dolphin sex.”
“Using your son to ask me on a date is diabolical.” “Baby, I come from a long line of diabolical men… what you say, Aim?”
They really didn’t make real niggas anymore and that shit scared me for the future.
Estella gasped and gave me the tightest neck hug that I had ever experienced. Shit felt like she hugged my heart with her little arms. “I needed that hug, Stellie... thank you.”’ I needed that little hug before going to put my hands on her sperm donor.
Men never had baby showers, and it was my balls that got the damn job done in the first place.
😂
“I love you… and I wanted you to have the experience for your pregnancy,” she teased.
Blair had prepared us all for this and all of that shit went out the window. I couldn’t remember what the fuck we were supposed to do. “I have the baby bag!” Ryder hollered, and I finally stopped running around.
“We can’t have Rayce without you, Peach… every Rayce needs a Ryder… you coming?”
“Breathe, Blaze. You about to become a daddy for the second time… shit we prayed about. Father God, we ask you to keep your hands on Capri and Meer as they bring forth my second niece into the world. Please see to it that Pri has a safe delivery and recovery. In Jesus’s name… amen.”
I damn near gave my baby shaken baby syndrome by how hard I was trying to clap. Sim took Rayce from me as I clapped and whistled at my fucking wife.
She seemed like a good fit for him, and she wasn’t about to let him play in her face. Unlike me, she seemed like she might punch that nigga in the throat.
“Ring that shit off the wall, Michael Myers!” Cappadonna clapped his hands as he held one of his twins, while Alaia held the other.
As I grabbed the rope of the bell, tears poured down my face when I rang the bell. Everyone clapped their hands and cheered for me while I closed my eyes and thanked the lord. He saw me through all of this and I would continue praising him.
You fought hard for this, my love… no more. I prayed for this, and God finally heard me.”
