The twins birthday was a crazy ass success. Milan wanted to run everything being controlling as fuck. She is currently 8 months and nobody knows. I can't wait until this baby comes. Milan been a tad bit toooo clingy these past few weeks. It's okay because I understand...

"Babyyyy! I'm homeeeeee!" Milan said walking into my man cave smiling. She had on a pair on leggings and a sweatshirt.

"Hey mamas. How was the nail shop?"

"Good! I fell asleep while getting my pedicure." She said showing me her white toes.

"Pretty mamas, I see you got short nails too."

"Yesssss! I accidentally cut myself with my sharp long ones so I'm good on them." She said sitting on me.

"The twins out?"

"Yes, I feel like they got a better life than us hell." I answered cutting my game off.

"Seriously. Always going out and shit."

"Y'all ate?"

"Mhm." She mumbled.

"Lying ass. I'll ask again-"

"No we didn't. I wanted to eat together."

"Mmmcht. What you want?"

"Pizza."

"Milan no! My baby gone be a pizza soon. That's all you eat." I said laughing while rubbing her ass.

"Finee! Chicken? Noooo pasta. Yessss!"

"Mmmcht. What about something like Japanese?"

"No because I can't eat sushi. I'll eat Mexican though."

"That's fine mamas. Go get ready." I mumbled kissing her shoulder before she got up. Once she was upstairs I began calling around making sure my plans were good. After I was done I saw Milan sitting on the closet floor crying.

"Mamas what's wrong?"

"Nothing..."

"Milan why you crying?"

"My feet swollen and I can't fit my heels I want to wear." She said crying harder.

I made shit worse by laughing at her but I could not help it.

"I'm sorry mamas, but you know you carrying a baby. It don't show in the belly, but you have all the symptoms. Stop crying and get dressed. Matter of fact go do your hair and makeup. I'll find you an outfit." I said wiping her tears.

"Okay." She said getting up going to her vanity. Spoiled ass. I went to hop in the shower and handle my business. I found Milan a cute appropriate outfit before getting dressed.

"Why you always have me dress up while you be comfortable?"

"Baby you can wear sweats then."

"No why you can't dress up?"

"Milan...."

"Hmm?" She asked looking up at me through her lashes.

"Stop with the questions."

"Fine." She mumbled.

"I'll be outside waiting."

I sat in the Lambo and smoked me a nice blunt and drunk some Hennessy along with it. Milan took around 30 minutes to finally come out, but when she did....

"You look beautiful mamas." I said opening the door for her.

"Thank you handsome."

"I hope baby number 4 you get big. I like the bump." I told her while rubbing her belly, driving off.

"I know I miss it too."

"You talked to your crew?"

"Yeah! Riss and Bully having a baby! Tutu ass in jail for fighting some girl in the club. Yae ass living his best life."

"Pause mamas... Huh?"

"Yes Papa! Rissa finally pregnant, Bully don't know though. TuTu ass been locked up for 60 days, he getting out soon. Nobody fucking knew."

"See THAT'S why you won't be participating in that hot girl clubbing shit. Y'all get wild."

"I mean I know how to control myself..."

"Lies, you a ride or die friend so you be trying to jump in too." I mentioned pulling up to the restaurant. Milan fat ass jumped out before I put the car in park and ran to the door.

"Milan I'm gone fuck you up next time." I whispered in her ear.

"Sorry we just hungry."

"Stop starving my kid, I bet you'll be okay."

"Whatever." She mumbled as the waitress showed us our table.

We gave our orders before sparking a conversation.

"I want like 6 more kids." I told her while she was drinking her strawberry lemonade.

"No Papa."

"Why not?"

"2 enough already, plus this one in me. I'm going to give you 2 more. That's all."

"4... Meeting in the middle." I asked smiling causing her to smile and roll her eyes."

"2 babe."

"Okay 2 and possibly adopting 2 kids at my center?"

"Of course we can adopt some of those sweet babies. We just have to be married and moved into our bigger home." She spoke before eating her food.

"I know mamas. I wish I could take all of them." I mumbled. Truth is we just got 2 brothers ages 4 and 6. They live in fucked up conditions, the worst that has ever came in. It fucks with me so bad.

"Zion and Zachery are welcome to come spend the night until then."

"I love you." I blurted out. She so understanding. Some women would be nasty and negative towards the situation. She's loving and nurturing. She welcomes them with open arms.

"I love you too papa." The rest of the dinner was relaxing. I drove back home after getting spoiled ass some ice cream. We walked in to see everything decorated how I wanted it.

"Papaaaa!"

"Yes?"

"Thank you!"

"Happy early Valentine's. C'mere let me show you something." I said leading her up the stairs.

"Wowwwwww! Babyyyyy! Delilah Mila you spoiled already. You got daddy wrapped around your finger."

"She sure do." I answered admiring the room.

"We about to fuck." Milan said dragging me to our room. My phat mamas wasted no time she was ready to ride my shit.

"Milan!" I yelled out soon as she sat on it.

"Huh."

"I know damn well you ain't piss on me."

She got up and ran to the shower.

"So you don't hear me?" I asked following her.

"MY WATER BROKE IDIOT LET ME CLEAN MY ASS!" She screamed while washing up.

"You been having contractions and don't lie."

"Yes but I thought they were false."

"Damn!" I mumbled getting in hurrying up washing my body. I got out before she did and rushed to pack her hospital bag. We weren't really ready for this today. I got my princess a outfit to wear out the hospital and I got her carseat.

"Mamas hold tight!" I said packing the car. I grabbed some snacks as well as some kool-aid for when she eating ice chips.

I carried Milan to the truck. She was in one of my sweatsuits.

"Let's have our baby."

"Yes I can't wait! Stop by McDonald's." She mumbled.

"Baby no."

"I don't recall asking. You fucking got me pregnant, now go to McDonald's! I want a quarter pounder, 10 piece nugget, and a large fry."

"Didn't I just feed you?"

"You talking too much."

"Milan stop fucking playing with me. You understand?"

"Naw."

"This going to be a long ass night..."

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2TruSophia: We did this? I love you so much husband. Welcome Delilah Mila Brewster. Born at 2:47 am, February 14th. 6lbs and 8 ounces and 20 inches long.