Monét felt as if life was so much better and she finally took that deep breath of relief she so badly craved. Her husband stayed by her side and even when he was out he made sure to text her.

They were in the honeymoon phase that they prayed would last forever. Something was always bound to go wrong in her life so while she felt this relief she constantly thought "what's next"

Monét was very happy with her life and the way things were going but she felt as though she was missing one thing. Partying. Monét was without a doubt the functioning alcoholic and the one that partied the most in her family.

She took shots of patron when she was happy, she took shots of Patron when she was sad. She loved Patron, she wanted to be Patron. So, due to Monét's need to go to a club and everyone's need to make the pregnant woman happy.

Each of the friends dressed up in their best club outfit and they decorated the house similar to Monéts favorite club.

Meanwhile a pregnant Monét acted as their bottle girl because she couldn't drink. Shifting the 1942 bottle and Patron up and down Monét screamed

"RENT, RENT DUE, RENT, RENT DUE. BET YOU CANT DO IT ON THE DICK THO!"

@domofficial: I'm only here because Mael promised to pay me.

↳ @Monetsworld: I forgot to tell him to text the group chat we got without you. You're here because I forgot.

↳@domofficial: @Monetsworld ↳@allhailMael What fucking group chat?

@allhailMael: in da club. 🤣

↳@Jaydawayda: nigga we are stationed at your house with your crazy ass baby mama. LMAO.

↳@allhailmael: @jaydawayda hating hoes ain't happy and happy hoes ain't hating 😭

@1dessdior: clubbing at the palace.

↳@domofficial: You, Monét and Jayda love them SpongeBob ass boots. They look like they loud.

↳@1dessdior: go to hell bitch.

Monét poured small shots of water taking it every time the friends drank. She was having the time of her life while the friends were drunk. Seeing as Monét was the only sober one she forced the drinks onto her friends. Who were all about to tap about except Dom who was the alcoholic of the trio before the girls came along and Monét shared the title.

Samael walked over to Monét linking his arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her forehead, her nose and then her lips before he pulled away staring at her face.

"I love you." He smiled at her, his eyes barely open Monét giggled.

"forever, ever?" She stood on the tip of her toes, linking her arms around his neck. Stumbling to the side he caught his balance. She laughed at how drunk he was.

"for eternity and every day after that."

Monét smiled from ear to ear, she often reminisced about where they came from. How she literally despised the man before her and now every time she seen him she wanted to have sex with him. Her clinginess showed and Mael loved it. He was equally as clingy.

He hated when he had to leave Monét, he loved his work but he never wanted to leave her side.

"I'm about to steal my man from y'all. If anyone goes home, y'all gotta call an Uber because I already took everyone's keys two shots ago. We're being safe tonight. If you refuse to call an Uber, there's extra bedrooms. You kids have fun, if you nut on anything please set it aside. So I prefer ladies you swallow or become a Twinkie. Thank you."

Monét grabbed a drunk Samael, leading him up the steps. She hadn't seen Mael this drunk, ever. This time he was in the comfort of his own home and around the ones he trusted more than anything in this world. He didn't have to watch his surroundings or look over his shoulders at any moment.

SoulFly by Rod Wave played lowly in the background as Monét laid between Samael's leg, her head on his chest. She played with his fingers that rested on her belly.

"You ever think about life after death?"

Monét shrugged her shoulders "no, I always imagined that I would grow old, and die and no one would remember me, I'd be an auntie but that's it. I never thought I'd be pregnant or married. So, there wouldn't be anything generational coming from me. So, nope. I always just thought about death."

"but you have more people that love you now, you're carrying a life inside of you and you're not done after this one either. I don't know about you but I want our names to live on through generations. Fill our kids and grandkids with so much love, we're going to show them our love. They're going to see Dess and Izzy, they'll see Dom dumb ass and Jayda—"

"They give me Joe and Love vibes, I don't know. Maybe it's me." Monét tried to change the subject. She still questioned if she was worthy of that type of love. She questioned if someone that had been through so much bad and committed so many sins deserved love so pure. She questioned if she would be a good mother; if her child would love her.

Not just because she was a provider, because the child would see her as a confidant, a protector, someone who gave them unconditional love, a best friend and a mother. She wanted to give her child the world but she couldn't help but to question everything.

"Don't deflect Noelle." Samael spoke in a stern tone.

"Oop, not the big words. Hooked on Phonics is doing exactly what I paid for it to do. I'm glad to see it's helping baby."

"you lucky you carrying my child, I would've tossed ya dumb ass across the room."

Monét busted out laughing, she didn't know why Samael calling her a dumb ass was always so funny. His deep voice always held hints of playfulness in it. She hadn't heard it much since she stopped standing on couches and counter tops.

She knew he didn't mean it, so she'd laugh it off. They knew dumb asses, Dom for example. Monét was no Dom. She laughed at her thought, bending one of Mael's fingers that rested on her stomach backwards until he hissed in pain and snatched it away.

"We have to think of names." She smiled, Monét was now 5 months, Dess and Izzy held the results. Jayda was mad she wasn't chosen over Izzy. Monét would have loved for it to be Dess and Jayda, but Jayda would have told Dom and Dom would have told everyone he walked by, the homeless man outside of Walmart would have known.

It wasn't that Dom and Jayda couldn't hold water it's just good news was overwhelming to them and they had to share it. They were the perfect couple in everyone's eyes. Dess and Izzy were the more reserved couple, they went together so well, they were Sunday mornings.

Jayda and Dom? Saturday night. Without a doubt.

"You want a Jr?" Monét hoped he didn't say yes, she ain't want her son to be named after the devil. She loved the show Lucifer and she loved her man even more but she just wasn't with it. However, she wanted to at least give her husband the option before she turned it down.

"Nah, my people gave me this demonic ass name. I don't want my son to have that name." Monét blew out a breath of relief.

"We can name the baby some weird shit like the celebrities cause they daddy got moneyyyy." Monét stuck her tongue out.

"Giovanni Sincere Jones?" Samael said a name and she shrugged her shoulders, she didn't hate it. She allowed him to pick the boy name as long as she had full control over the name of her daughter.

"Gianni Summer Jones? That just came off the top of the dome, but I have time to change it." She smiled ready to write a whole list of possible names for her daughter.

"Yeah, we should keep thinking on it." Samael laughed, shaking his head. He wasn't completely sure of what name he'd choose either. That wasn't his final choice. They had months to think about the perfect name.

One that made them say "that's it" when they thought of it.

Until then, they'll both pray that this will be a healthy pregnancy and they'll receive a healthy child. Whether it's a boy or a girl. They knew when they finally saw their bundle of joy, they'd pick the name that fit perfectly for he or she.

The Jones' baby was enough for the both of them.

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