Monét laid in bed watching New Edition's biopic. Samael laid under her rubbing her belly. The love he felt for their child was undeniable and he couldn't wait for he or she to enter his life.

"The future biopics are going to be so damn boring. We only have like a few good stars that deserve a biopic. They not doing drugs and filing for bankruptcy like they used to. I'm bored at the lack of range. The music used to be so good, just drugs, alcohol and vibes." Monét shook her head, placing her hand on Mael's.

The sound of her phone ringing snatched her attention. The 704 number made her raise a brow. "Hello?"

"Monét, you forgot about your family?" The sound of her third oldest brother came from the other side of the phone. She had completely isolated herself from her brothers and sisters. She needed to bury her past and cutting them off did just that. It pained her because she and her sister was so close but the loss of her parents took a part of her that she'd rather not deal with.

"Think about y'all all the time. I miss you guys but like, it became overwhelming and I just couldn't breathe, it was a constant replay of nothing, I always told y'all I was going to leave yall didn't listen . I needed change." She explained, the tears were falling.

"Nobody told you not to leave, but you didn't have to cut us off. You're engaged, wearing designer, traveling and just fucking forgot about us. YOU PREGNANT BRUH! You wasn't gonna say shit! You forgot about moms. You can't visit her from Chicago, she's in a hospital not dead! I know the loss of your father is hard, I know the loss of mom was harder. Meme don't talk to us either."

"Are you calling her phone spazzing on her too?" She sighed sitting up on the bed.

"No, but you and ma was the only reason she was around anyways, she always said she wanted to be an only child. Then she lost you Monét! What the fuck you expect?" Don yelled at her and looked at the phone, scrunching her face up.

"Aight let up on the screaming, you doing too much. I'll hang up" Monét defended herself, she was okay with talking and even going to visit her family in Charlotte but she wasn't going to sit around and get yelled at. Placing her phone on speaker she sat it down on her lap.

"You know what? Fuck you Mo. you heartless as fuck, you selfish just like your fucking father. I'm glad he wasn't my father. Watch your fucking back, family don't leave family when they're at their lowest."

Samael quickly grabbed the phone "I was about to let y'all do this back and forth family shit, but, you threatening my fiancé. I'm a nigga about my words and I'm letting you know I'm about all the shit I speak. Threaten her again, I dare you." Hanging up the phone he tossed it back onto her lap.

"Now get comfortable. I'm the only nigga that can stress you out and I'm done with that shit, so you should be stress-free." Samael ran his fingers through Monét's hair

"Bae, you think we might be bipolar?" Looking up at him, she chuckled lowly.

"Bipolar? Nah. We just... passionate...?" Monét busted out laughing, shaking her head.

"In conclusion, yes. I know it was two months ago but I do want to apologize. I took it really far. I get why you and Dom did it. Y'all both care about me and for someone to betray me... I can understand why y'all needed to get back. I just... my grandparents knew my dad since he was a child so his death was hard, losing my mother even it was only her mental state they still lost her. Then to add my cousin onto that, it's just, I was putting them first. Then, you didn't tell me anything, you could have AT LEAST told me. It just hurt. I don't want to say I don't care that she's dead but, I also have any feelings about it. Then, you say hurtful shit when you're mad and it's like I could also attack you but I don't feel like you'll be bothered much by my words, so I swing. I have to stop but I'm sensitive." Her eyes watered thinking about the conversations.

"When this first happened, I thought about a plan B. I thought about abortion. Then you held me in this damn house for too long. That shit was mentally draining. I want to be happy about this baby, I want to touch my stomach and get happy that I'm going to be a mommy and that there's a little life growing inside of me but I also haven't had the easiest time."

Samael looked at her, pulling her into a tight hug. He felt bad for putting her through the pain, he felt bad that he was the cause of her feelings.

"I'm so sorry, I love you so much Monét. I'm going to help you get through this baby, I promise. I ain't mean for us to get to this point. The way we go at each other is crazy. We have no limit and it's going to be our downfall if we don't get it together. A nigga is faithful to you, I don't see any other bitch but you, so if the reason we end this relationship is because we on some verbal and physical abuse type time? That shit hurting my chest. I can't breathe."

They both laughed, Monét kissed his lips. "I just love you so much stink."

"I love you more baby girl."

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Monét stood in the kitchen, Samael always gave her space whenever she listened to her music that reminded her of home. After her call with her brother she had been distant and Samael understood.

She was attempting to make the Philly cheesesteak egg rolls she seen on Pinterest, along with fried crab legs. She needed to step away from reality.

"She said I appreciate your honesty and I'm here, if you ever need to just vent when you weak I'll be your strength."

She hummed the next verse, placing the egg roll in the grease, the loud voice of Hollywood Hemi came through her speakers.

"Forgive me if I'm talking out of terms, you make me nervous...

my dms full of niggas shooting bricks I usually curve them,

but I seen you I was mesmerized like damn this nigga perfect,

he gone prolly break my heart but the pain prolly be worth it.

I laughed told her I ain't like nobody from yo past, I kiss you on your neck, lick down your spine and bite yo ass"

She laughed at her country accent, she'd gotten so accustomed to be around New Yorkers that her accent slightly came back. No matter how long she was around her new family, she'd always be from the 704. She thought about grabbing her phone and booking a flight back home, sighing she grabbed her phone.

To: real niggas

Y'all wanna go to Charlotte?

Placing her phone beside it again, she finished off the song.

"I'm a Boujee hood nigga, be myself and make you laugh,

Season noodles like a chef, drink Patron outta wine glass.

Yea.

I bet that pussy wet, I need a life jacket, imma fuck this bitch to death get a Chanel casket."

Finishing up the last of the food, her phone flash pulled her to the side.

lightskin bitch: there's bad bitches in Charlotte?

4liferrrr🧁: he wanna die so bad. Pulling into the driveway rn.

big bruhva: yeah, me and dess with it. we can head out tomorrow.

4liferrr💓: me and Izzy started packing already 😂

Daddy Locc 💙: I'm with whatever my baby with.

lightskin bitch: ole simp ass boy.

lightskin bitch: Jayda walking in the house, if I'm not on the plane tomorrow, she killed me. Call the cops.

: 1...2...3 not it. Imma delete the text message out the thread. 👩🏾‍🦯

lightskin bitch: call an ambulance, call an ambulance.

lightskin bitch: but not for me.

Monét put her phone down mentally preparing herself to handle seeing her brother and sisters and even going to see her mother. She didn't know how much she could take but, she was going to push herself to the limits.

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aight, so 😂 I've been low key obsessed with this song, and he's from my city so. I needed to add the song that wouldn't get tf outta my head.