The ride here was so boring. Yae and I cuddled the whole time, watching movies. Everyone wanted to party when we arrived. I wanted to sleep. So I slept while they got drunk including Dave. He ain't stupid so he brought his drunk ass upstairs to get babied after. Waking me up just so I could put him to bed. That was last night though. Dave and I was currently laid up cuddling watching the snow fall all morning.

Mommy miss her babies though. Sin bad ass snatching bottles, while Sapphire snatching chicken with her fat butt. I love them sooooo much. 10 months and crawling making mommy proud. I should brought them.

"Why you pouting phat girl."

"I want my babies...."

"Mamas..."

"I'm sorry papa."

"Daddy just wanted to spend one on one time with you."

"Says the one who invited the whole crew, and got drunk with them."

"Phat stop it." He said pulling me on top of him. This made me calm down. It was cold as hell, and his touch just made everything better.

"Let's go live." I suggested.

"Off who phone?"

"Both."

"C'mon."

We propped our phones on the dresser, and I laid back on Dave's chest. He rubbed my body as I watched the views roll in.

I started reading comments aloud responding.

"Hey Brewster Parents.... Hey girl, how ya' mama and grandma." I said talking to a fan laughing.

"How old are y'all? Hmm I'm 22 and Dave 50."

"Fuck up phat girl. I'm 27." Dave said mugging me.

"Y'all a fake ass couple. Bitch-"

"I know a nappy wig hoe not discussing me and mine. Bitch worry about you. This look fake? Any of this?" Dave asked pulling me close kissing me passionately; adding tongue, aggressive ass choking, hair pulling, and ass smacking. He pulled away making me bite my lip looking him dead in his eye.

"I almost said fuck live." I said laughing.

"You want more babies? Yes we do. I'm thinking 4 more maybe. My answer change daily."

"I want 20 kids." Dave said loud.

"Tuhh next callorrrrr. Do we plan on moving states? Hmm, as of now no."

"Lemme read some mamas... When is the wedding? Ain't like yo ugly ass coming, but Winter of next year."

"Stop being mean Papa. What's the cashapp? We don't take money, we give. I refuse to take from people when we got more than enough." I said shrugging.

"What Milan favorite food... Everything."

"David stop playing."

"But I ain't. Next, when I'm opening December books and how long it's been back open? Hmm I might do it this week. A nigga shop finally up and perfect again. Been that way since August. I'm doing squeeze in appointments too for extra charges. Tattoo books are full until May of next year. Sorry y'all." Dave explained. I watched him. I love seeing him discuss business. The passion in his voice and the way his eyes light up.

"When you gon start selling merchandise for the barbershop, tattoo shop, and Community Center? Hell now, tell me what y'all want. Anything from the community center going back to them kids. They deserve it. They keep they grades up and they try so hard. Anything from the barbershop or tattoo shop going into the kids as well. As y'all know, free haircuts for kids. Christmas coming up too, so money will go to gifts as well. Just cause I post with my family don't mean I'm not on my shit. If y'all serious about supporting let me know." He said smiling.

"Period Papa." I said boosting him.

"Shut up mama." He laughed at me.

"Who was that bitch that had her arm wrapped around Dave smiling? Y'all be so messy just to see me fight. That WOMAN catered food for him numerous times. Puhh-lease Caresha in my Santana voice."

"Next! Can Milan dance for us? Naw this my shit."

"David hush!" I said grabbing his business phone playing crybaby. I straddled Dave so I could do it over him.

Soon as I started the live went crazy. Dave had to shut that shit down.

"Imma fuck you up lil girl. You aint got nothing on, but some little boy short panties your ass eating up and my shirt." He said pulling me back to lay on him.

"Ouch nigga!" I yelled after he smacked my ass then tried rubbing.

I stared at him and he stared back. We just mugged each other, until I stuck my tongue out licking his lips.

"Nasty ass." He laughed kissing me.

"How long y'all been together? Since I was born. Soooo 22 years."

"Smart ass."

"Hmmph."

"Why you even with Milan? Bitch because she suck and fuck me righttttttt. Naw seriously she do everything for a nigga, and not even with me for the money."

Dave kept reading questions while I searched for some pants since they said the food was ready. Time went by so quick it's dinner time. We stayed on live, and went downstairs.

"Mmm this looks nice who cooked this?" I said eyeing the food. People in the live were sending laughing emojis.

"Jerlissa." Tutu said.

"Awl. Papa." I said walking to him sitting on his lap.

"What you want?"

"May you go get me some chicken tenders from Popeyes?"

"Phat mamas it's food here."

"I don't want it. Please you nut all in me. I can't even drink until later in life, this the least you could. You gon' starve me and lil stanka butt?" I asked pouting. Until I go to the doctor in 2 weeks, I'm going to run with this shit. He really lets me have my way while pregnant. If I'm not, at least I get to enjoy getting my way.

"What you want mane."

"I'm coming too."

We went and got my 20 piece chicken strips with fries and red beans and rice. Sadly I'm sharing with Dave. We walked in the house quietly, and I heard talking so I made Dave stop walking.

"That hoe ain't want my food. That shit crazy. She made my brother go get her fat lazy ass some food."

"Bitch shut up. You and yo nigga the only one eating that shit. You see we ordered pizza. Talk that shit louder hoe." TuTu said.

"Shooter sit this one out." Yae said.

"Why you so disrespectful? What she do to you yo?" Rissa questioned.

"I just don't like her. My brother deserve someone better than Miss Piggy."

"YOU HAD IT OUT FA HA SINCE DAY ONE WHAT YOU MEAN." Rissa asked. Soon after it sounded like something broke.

I politely gave Dave a stare as my eyes watered. I ain't did shit to this hoe, and she constantly trying me. I try being nice and working shit out. Fuck it.

"Mamas c'mere. I'm sorry. Okay? Handle your shit. I'm behind you. No fighting though please. We don't know what's up with the pregnancy shit." Dave said holding me.

I just nodded my head. I walked to the kitchen. I took a sip of my lemonade, before placing everything on the counter. I slipped my house slippers off. A bitch was hot.

"Bitches always discussing me. Bitch you got NO MORE times to play with me. Always discussing how I did Dave wrong. Bitch you took a nigga back who cheated on you. He put his dick in multiple hoes. Please let me read yo ass, because I will read you yo rights." I said taking Dave shirt off leaving me in my sports bra.

"What's up hoe. I'm not pregnant no more."

"I wasn't even trynna fight tonight." I'm a responsible mother.

"Shaky ass hoe. That's why Dave fucked Millie. Sad hoe. That's why she pregnant bitch!"

"Recently?" I asked sitting on Dave's opening my popeyes.

"Yeah." She said.

Dave and I looked at each other and bust out laughing.

"Papa, she trying to ruin our happiness. This your sister though. Look Jalissa. This nigga head be so far up my ass. I can't even shit in peace. If he EVER let someone fuck or suck him. He can plan his funeral. He far from dumb unlike Shooter. Then you got the nerve to walk around in a thong and bra. Bitch please." I shrugged eating my chicken tender.

Before I knew it a drink and liquor bottle was being thrown at me. That's gone leave a bruise.

"HELL NO!" TuTu yelled dragging her ass off Shooter. I instantly shot up and start working this hoe.

Bitch wanted to go 2 full rounds. Second round she snuck me.

"BITCH GRAB THE BRAID!" Yae kept screaming.

"Bitch you not about to sneak my friend." Marissa yelled at one point jumping in.

"BITCHHHHH I got the braid." TuTu yelled putting it on his head.

I found myself dragging this hoe to the pool. She about to drown. TuTu and Yae held the door closed so the boys couldn't stop me.

"If I scuff up these boots I'll drown the ho myself." TuTu said.

I wasn't hearing shit. I dragged the hoe in the pool and jumped in too. We started fighting in there too until I pushed her head under water. She was going to stay there too, but someone decided to punch me dead in my face. Before I could react Dave snatched me out the pool, and started beating Shooter's ass.

"TuTu no!" Yae yelled laughing as TuTu start kicking Jalissa.

"She deserves it." Rissa said.

"Sure do. He hit you because his bitch can't fight. Unbelievable." TuTu said out of breath.

"EVERYONE UPSTAIRS NOW! GO TO YOUR ROOM AND DON'T COME OUT. Marissa I'm about to handle your ass too." Bully yelled finally breaking Dave and Shooter up.

"Oop." Rissa said.

"C'mon." Dave said pulling me.

"GOODNIGHT GUYS." I laughed.

"Sick of this shit." Dave mumbled.

"Sick of what?" I asked grabbing my food heating it up before going upstairs.

"The drama. Shit tiring."

"I'm sorry papa." I said instantly feeling bad. I couldn't control my emotions and started crying.

"That nigga chose pussy over his blood." Shooter screamed.

"Nigga y'all can pack y'all shit and bounce. Hitting my pregnant wife. Nigga I'll kill you over her." Dave yelled stopping, before he could go back down he noticed my face. Causing him to turn around to go to our room.

"Milan."

"Hmm?" I asked stripping out my wet clothes trying to hide my wet face.

"Come eat and stop crying."

"No I need to shower and I left my drink downstairs. Plus I want snacks, because I don't want to go down no more." I explained grabbing his robe. He got up to follow me, but I told him to sit back down.

I saw Jalissa and Shooter arguing, but I minded my business. Can't believe I got out of character. I tuned them out and grabbed all the snacks I needed and walked back to our room. I closed and locked the door before getting in the shower handling my business. I threw on one of Dave's shirts and examined my face. A big bruise on my jaw and a couple of scratches.

"Come here stop looking at it." Dave said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I can't believe I allowed myself to act like that. Then he hit me. You don't even hit me. Who is he to hit me?" I vented sitting on his lap while he rubbed my thighs.

"I will handle this baby. You always gon' be safe with me."

Update no more fighting. I'm sickuddd.