"My life changed when I had my first daughter."
*
Aliyah's life had been flipped upside down in a matter of hours. It wasn't meant for her to be at that party. She wasn't supposed to get high, nor have sex with one of the most well known rappers in...
"Tell her wake up—say wake up mommy!" I just laid there before I felt tiny hands all over my face. I opened my eyes and mugged Princess as she beat on my face. Kentrell pulled her off me and I sat up.
"Happy birthday!" Kentrell yelled, landing a kiss on my cheek.
"Thanks." I tried to give him a genuine looking smile.
"Gimme a kiss."
"Nigga no, I just woke up. I got morning breath."
"Ion care, bring yo ass here." I giggled, pushing him away.
"Unt uh, you might got it too!"
"I don't! Smell my breath." He started trying to blow in my face. I moved away.
"Bro, move!" I laughed as he kissed me all in my face.
"My birthday girlllllll," He sung in a loud voice. "Whatchu tryna do for it?" He asked.
"Nothing." I shrugged.
"You gotta do something! It's—what y'all girls call it? Nasty Nineteen? Only nigga better see that nasty is me."
"You know what I wanna do?"
"What?"
"Go back to sleep."
"You lame. You must don't like your birthday?" I shook my head.
"It's just another day." He was quiet for a minute.
"Come on, lemme show you something." He gets up and grabs his keys, leading me outside. He tossed me the keys.
"Hm, unlock the door." He said.
"Nigga, are you recording me?"
"Man hit the button." I looked at the keys and looked back at him.
"These ain't even the right keys."
"Girl, hit the fucking button." I hit the unlock button and a car three spaces down beeped.
"Stop cappin."
"Ion cap, go look." I just about ran to it. It was a fucking Lexus.
"This mine?" I looked like a little kid.
"Duh." My smile dropped.
"Don't get slapped."
"Okay, I'm sorry. Happy birthday, baby."
"Thannkkkk youuuuu!" I ran up and gave him a hug and he stopped recording.
"Open the trunk." After struggling a little, I popped it open.
"Broooo!" I looked at all the bags in the trunk. "You dead ass working on another baby." I said casually, making him look up quickly.
"Stop playin' wimme." He said, wrapping his free arm around my waist. "C'mon, grab some of them bags and get dressed." *
This nigga is truly the GOAT. He put an address in my GPS and told me to go and I finally did after fighting for a good ten minutes. When I finally got there, I had an appointment for my nails, hair, and makeup. The technicians and stylists were super nice, I was expecting them to be boujee bitches.
"What he got planned for your birthday?" Leah asked, who was gonna be doing my makeup while my hair was setting.
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