《Just the Baby Momma》1.8
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Ashley POV
"Damn all these snacks" Izzy looked around the large snack pantry.
" gotta keep this little girl fed" I said to get under his skin. He turned around and looks at me before grabbing a basket I have in the pantry to grab slot of snacks at one time.
" why you think we having a little girl. I told you we having a boy." He said so sure
"Honestly I don't care what the gender is as long as they are a health I'm good." I state before grabbing myself a basket. Izzy grabbed the basket from my hand making me like at him funny
" I got it go find something to watch. I'll get some of everything." He said. I don't know why he thinks I'm handicap but I'm not about to argue with him. I head towards my living room turning on my large flat screen tv that's mounted on the wall. Going to Netflix i browsed through everything not knowing to watch a show or movie.
"Israel..." I yell. " show or movie"
He comes into sight with the two baskets and two bottles of apple juice as well as water.
" let's watch a show so if we can have something to watch when I'm ova here" he says sitting down on the other side of the sectional.
" okay what you like to watch" I ask
"Don't matter just as long as it's not no pretty little liars or nun I can't do it" he say exaggeratedly
" what you know about that I say grabbing two throw blankets from the basket at the end of my sectional giving him one before laying down on the L part of the couch.
" my lil sister would make me watch that shit." He say as we laugh. We end up settling on the show You and he had me dying in laughter throughout the first two episodes. By the third one I guess we was both knocked out because I woke up to a phone vibrating.
" get your phone ash" Izzy states rolling over I look at my phone to see it's not mine as the vibration continues
" nigga it's not mine" I say laying back down as he groans to pick up his phone.
"What" he answers his phone. I instantly hear a woman cursing him out causing me to laugh trying to cover my mouth a few escape.
" ma I'm sorry I was sleep... I didn't know" he apologizes to his mother
" I'm with Ashley right now" he says causing me to peak my head over "naa she sleep" I look confused then I hear her say " I just heard laughing she ain't no sleep" Laughing again he says okay then hands me the phone. I look at him like his head grew tentacles and walked away.
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" she wants to speak" he says. We go back and forth for a minute until he forced it in my hand
" hello" I say sweetly to her while looking at him rudely as he laughs
" hey love I just wanted to speak to you since my son doesn't relay the messages."she says
" I'm sorry what messages" I say as he asks me what
"See what I'm saying. Anyways i wanted to get your number so I can get to know you without my son being a middle man. I would like I be able to call you directly and check on my grand baby because my big headed son doesn't call me and god knows how long it'll take him to bring you to meet me."I laugh at her bluntness
" well we were planning on coming up there as soon as both of our schedules allow us too and I'll have him send you my number so you can call whenever you like" I say back to her
"Alright love let me talk to that boy of mine"
"Yes ma'am it's was nice talking to you" I hand the phone back to Izzy laughing and shaking my head
After a minute of them talking or so Izzy gets up and stretches.
"Damn you leaving so soon what am I supposed to do what the snacks" I say jokingly
"Save them for next time" he says laughing
I get up folding up the blankets as he begins cleaning the mess we made.
" I got it boo" I say to him as he shakes his head no.
" naa you good gone sit down or go ahead and go to bed you seem sleepy still" he says
" no your a guest you shouldn't have to clean" I say
"Ash. Ima be apart of your life for the next 18+ years. Ima have to clean up someday." He laughs
" well I was gone walk you out" I say.
" you good I'll come let you know when I'm about to leave" he says picking up trash
"Okay I guess...when you come up the stairs first door on the left" I go into my room and remove most of clothes putting them into the hamper leaving me underwear and sports bra. After a while I feel myself drifting off and wake up slightly to see Izzy plugging in my phone and sitting it on my side table.
" you left this down stairs" he says smiling
" thank you" I say closing my eyes
" I'm about to go. I'll lock up for you and I would set the alarm but I don't know the code" he says
" pass me the phone" I say as show him the app where I'll set it when he leaves.
"I'll tell you the code next time and be safe lmk when you make it back" I say out of instinct.
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"Ight ash" he says leaving out closing my door behind him. I watch as he leaves through the cameras around my house and set my alarm for protection. Next thing I know I'm falling into deep slumber
Izzy POV
Leaving Ashleys house i decide to hit up my boy King since i haven't been around in a minute. With all this shit going on i need to let my mind go. I've been traveling a lot, doing shows; that kind of thing. My be doing so, i haven't seen Nique in a while. She hit me up on how she was sorry for the way she acted and she wanted to talk n shit. I really haven't been feeling the way that she's been acting but ill talk to her about that when i see her. Right now i need to get high or some shit.
"wussap nigga, ian heard from you in a min" King voice blares through the car speaker.
" I been working man... where you at"
" Shit... at que house" he responds
" might im about to slide thru." i say before hanging up and making my way over there. In little to no time i make it over to Que house. Que is one of our bros who is a producer and songwriter. I get out the car and make my way to the large home. In little to no time que's girl opening the door giving me a flirty smile. Paying no attention to it I say a simple wussap and walk into the dean where i know these fools at.
"wuddap nigga" Que gets up dapping me up as King is rolling up.
"Man shit work as always" i say before dapping king up and sitting down in an open seat.
"i heard you got one on the way." Que says before taking a sip of the unknown substance in his cup.
" yeah man i do" i say chuckling before taking a blunt from King lighting it up.
"Man congratulations, first one out of all us to have one... lil nigga finna be spoiled as hell" he says causing all of us to laugh.
" How ole girl taking it" King refers to Nique. Shortly after i told him about the lawyers contacting me, he let me know about him telling Aaron. i aint have no hard feeling because i knew he didn't know he was be grimy about it.
"shit she bipolar as hell. One minute its i aint shit, then its she aint mad because i aint know this would happen" i explain puffing the blunt again. After a while i decide i should take my ass home because i honestly aint had a good nights sleep in a few days and since i got these next few days off i might as well make the best out of em.
Pulling up to my house, i see Niques white audi sitting outside my house. I walk in hoping she aint on no bullshit today because all a nigga want to do is sleep. I let out a breath as i walk up the stair case to my room to see the door cracked open. Walking in i hear Nique mumbling in the closet i sit down on the mini couch to take off my shoes.
"never mind... ill handle it myself" I hear her say I raise my eyebrows as to who she could be talking to but then again she could be talking to her manager so i pushed the curiosity away. She walks out of the closet and jumps when she sees me sitting there.
"oh baby.. when did you get home" she says sweetly as she walks over to the bed.
"just a few minutes ago" i say dryly as i go in the closet and change into some sweats. Coming out i place my phone on the charger and climb into the bed.
"im sorry for the way I've been acting i was just upset. I understand that i was wrong for lashing out at you like that so im done with that. Im here for you and the baby." she says looking me in my eyes
"alright baby. and im sorry to i shouldn't even have you in this situation but there's nothing i can do about it now but take care of my child." I say kissing her forehead. She then proceeds to begin kissing me and climbs on top on me, sticking her hand into my sweats. I then flip her over removing her night gown. I stop myself to take off my shirt and look in my side table.
"what are looking for baby" she says rubbing her breast.
" a condom baby hold on" i say finding one
"NIGGA WHAT?!!" she yells getting up.
" what are you yelling foe" i say looking at her crazy
"You can go out here and have sex raw with some random hoe and you can't with me" she gets up putting on her clothes.
"listen man... don't be disrespecting my baby moms like that" I say defensively.
" oh and now you defending her" she says
"yeah because im not about to let you disrespect her like that. If she were to say some about you id let her know too. So don't go there"
" fuck you" she says walking out of my room before slamming the door of my house. Letting out a deep breath, i lay back down before letting it go and going to sleep.
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