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Shayla)

And oh, oh, oh, lets be fair. And I think its time we cleared the air. I've been watching you, you've been watching me. You know I've been wanting to groove with you. Girl, speak your mind. Groove with you.

I heard the sounds of Isley Brothers playing on the other side of the bedroom door as I awoke out of my deep sleep. I looked at the clock and seen that it was a little past Noon.

I threw the covers off of me and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. I placed Eric robe on and opened the door and walked down the hall to the living room to find Eric Jr in the middle of the floor playing with his Tonka Trucks.

I walked up to Jr and kneeled to his level. "Hey little man" he looked up at me with those same brown eyes like his dad and smiled at me.

"Where's your daddy" I asked him. He pointed to the kitchen and handed me his toy truck.

"Vroom Vroom" he sounded and started playing with his toy. I smiled and sat down next to him and started playing with him.

I was so into making Jr laugh with the toys I didn't realize that Eric appeared in the living room with a fro and his white boxers on, smiling at me and little man. I smiled and stood up, sashaying my hips over to Eric.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and greeted my lips with his passionately. I slowly pulled back from him and he licked his lips.

"Look who finally up. How you sleep?"

I shrugged. "Okay I guess" I stared at him and he stared back, smiling.

"why you staring at me for crazy and who told you to put my robe on?" I playfully rolled my eyes and pushed his shoulder.

"Anyway what you doing today"

I walked past him, into the kitchen and seen this big breakfast and brunch platter on the kitchen table. I turned around and looked at him.

"You aint cook all this" I laughed, circling the table and shaking my head. I watched him lean in the door way and shook his head.

"You think cause im a nigga he can't cook and shit. I bet you'll eat the muthafucka though"

I kissed my teeth and sat down at the table. Eric really out did himself, I thought to myself as I looked at the breakfast feast.

He walked out the kitchen to return with Jr, who still had his toy in his hand. He sat him in the seat in between us and got the dishes and silverware so we can eat.

I took his plate and started fixing him and Jr plate. He stared at me, causing me to look up.

"What Eric" I said. He smiled and shook his head at me.

"I could of fixed my own plate you know" I looked at him and shrugged.

"Ight lil man time to put the truck up, no toys at the table" Eric said while reaching for Jr toy.

Jr paid him no mind and continued to run the truck across the table. Eric let a small sigh out.

"Come on man what I say?" he said and grabbed the toy. Jr let out a loud squeal and started banging the table.

"I want Truck now daddy now!" Jr screamed and banged his little fist on the table, ratting the pitcher of orange juice, ending up on Eric lap. He let out a loud yelp from the cold drink.

"Shit !" He shouted, standing up and grabbing paper towels. I started laughing and stared down at the wet spot. Eric noticed where my eyes were headed and he scoffed.

"Im glad you fine pleasure out this shit while im sitting here with a wet dick". I crammed my mouth with eggs and bacon, still chuckling.

"Aint shit different from any other day" I shrugged and chewed my food. "Should've let him keep the toy".

Eric rolled his eyes at me and walked out the kitchen to change his bottoms. I smirked and cut up Jr food in small bites for him to eat without choking. Looking at him makes me want my own. I have all the time in the world for this, I thought.

***

|Eric|

After that little temper tantrum with Jr at the breakfast table I changed into some sweats and put on a white t shirt. I was about to go back in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell ring.

"I got it" I yelled to Shayla, who was still In the kitchen feeding Jr.

I opened the house door to find Robyn standing there holding Erica and the baby bag. Her long black hair fell past her shoulders and she had on black high waist jeans with a white crop top shirt and some converse. I eyed her up and down.

" Well you gon stand there or you gonn help me?" she spat and rolled her eyes pushing past me. she stood in the living room and swayed side to side with the baby.

I closed the house door and huffed. " Don't come over here with that Nasty ass temper Robyn"

Robyn rolled her eyes and pause. " what is she doing here!" she yelled. Here we go with the drama, I thought to myself.  she turned to me and spat.

"You really got this bitch here with your son and you think I'ma leave MY child here with this ho" I seen Shayla stand up and come towards Robyn. I grabbed Shayla by the waist.

"First off all let's get things straight. One I'm not a ho or a bitch" Shayla removed my hand and stepped In Robyn face.

"Two, this is my house I live here and he" she pointed to me. "Is my man and yes you are his BABY MOTHER" she emphasized.

Robyn looked Shayla up and down. "Now, long as Eric is my man and he is your baby daddy, you will be seeing me and I will be around his kids so check yourself. You aint pregnant no more ill beat your motherfucking ass" Shayla grilled Robyn.

"Baby" she said to me. I side viewed Shayla.

"Ill be in the kitchen with little man if you need me" she Sashayed away. I bit my lip at the sight of her ass. The fact that she just put Robyn in her place made a nigga dick hard as fuck.

"Ummm Hello you gonna let her talk...-"

"Look Erica is here and im not dealing with this" I grabbed Erica out her arms and her baby bag.  I care for Robyn but im not getting down with her like that no more.

Robyn mocked "Im not dealing with this". She pushed past me and opened the house door.

" You are a piece of shit Eric. I should of never dealt with your gang banging stupid ass" she walked quickly to her Toyota Camry.

"Yeah whatever Robyn I was gang banging that pussy though you wasn't complaining, stuck up bitch" I yelled after her, slamming the door.

I huffed and looked at my baby girl. She looked at me, blinking those pretty brown eyes and sucked on her pacifier. I bought her close to my face and smiled.

"Ima always love you. You daddy's baby girl." I kissed her fore head and walked into the kitchen to be with my girl and my son.

***

Shayla

I washed the dishes after our little " family" time. Eric gave Jr a bath and sat him down in front of the TV to play with his toys and watch cartoons. He stood next to me holding Erica. I swear she is the prettiest little baby I have seen in a long time.

"You make some pretty babies" I continued placing the wet dishes into the dish rack.

"You wanna make one?" he devilishly smiled.

"Boy please I have the rest of my life to-". I stopped once I seen that stupid ass grin on his face.

"You play too much"

He laughed and kissed Erica cheek. '"But baby, I was wondering could you watch them while I go to the studio with the fellas" I turned off the water faucet and twisted my lips.

"Eric, you want me to watch your kids" I placed a hand on my hip and raised a brow.

"Our kids" he tried to correct me. I frowned.

"Eric, I wouldn't feel comfort...-'

"Please?" he softly said and poked his bottom lip out. I chewed my lip and thought about it.

"Fine Eric but you owe me"

He slyly smiled and handed Erica to me, who immediately started squirming around in my arms.

"I got you we gonna go out tonight just me and you. Ill ask cube and Rih to watch them" he kissed my cheek and walked out the kitchen.

I sighed and looked at Erica. " Okay I guess Im a mommy for the day".

At the Studio

Eric

I pulled up to the studio In my grand Cherokee truck. I aint feel like the impala today. I sat in my truck for a moment and remembered when we performed at skateland and we thought that we wasn't gonna make it big.

Now i'm sitting here about to go in a real studio, with expensive ass equipment. I put my Locs on my face and stepped out my truck.

I walked in the studio and heard music blaring from the speakers.

"Sup niggas" I said as I entered the studio. Cube was in a corner nodding his head and intensively writing.

Dre and Yella was pressing buttons on the sound board mixing up some crazy shit, Ren laid across the couch writing In his notebook.

"Your Late Eric" I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around and seen Jerry.

"I had to make sure my kids was straight" I sat in the swivel chair, placing my hands in my pants pockets.

"I understand that Eric, but time is money don't fuck around" Jerry said and leaned on the wall, pointing at me.

"Any way niggas wassup this shit sound dope yall" I bobbed my head to the music.

Dre smiled. " Sup E we just playing around. This shit is way clearer than our old shit".

"Hell yeah, we bout to crack heads with this shit. The sound the percussion is so much clearer and its not much noise in the background" Yella Said.

I nodded. "what the fuck we gonna say to this shit" I listened to Steve Arrington's weak at the knees and Dre bassline collide.

"We? Nigga you don't even write your own rhymes'' Ren laughed causing everyone else to chime in.

"Fuck all yall niggas yall aint shit" I Spat. Ren put his hands up surrendering and laughing.

I tuned to Cube. "Yo Cube spit that shit you said at Doo-to's" Cube looked up at me and stared for a moment.

"Man that was just for that night I ain't spitting that shit again" he twisted his lips up at me and went back to writing.

"Well guys you need to come up with something while you still have a nice buzz" Jerry added.

"Yeah Cube just get in the booth real quick and spit that shit. It was dope nigga" Dre added as he looked through some vinyl's to sample for the record.

Cube looked at me and I mugged him. " Fine" He sighed and got inside of the booth, placing the headphones on his ears.

I sat down next to Dre and looked at Cube through the glass. "Cut the music real quick yellaboy"

"Cube make sure you say this shit right, it's the real deal not lonzo shit. if the lyrics aint dope you getting cut" Dre said and leaned back in the chair.

"Nigga stop preaching and play the fucking song" Cube chuckled. Dre shook his head and played the beat.

"Here's a little somethin' bout a nigga like me Never shoulda been let out the penitentiary Ice Cube would like ta say That I'm a crazy mothafucka from around the way Since I was a youth, I smoked weed out Now I'm the mutha fucka that ya read about

Takin' a life or two that's what the hell I do You don't like how I'm livin well fuck you!

"This shit gonna be dope E" Dre said to me as he nodded his head to the beat.

"Nigga stop dick riding and press the fucking buttons"

This is a gang, and I'm in it My man Dre'll fuck you up in a minute With a right left, right left you toothless And then you say goddamn they ruthless! Everwhere we go they say [damn!]

N W A's fuckin' up tha program And then you realize we don't care We don't just say no, we to busy sayin' yeah!"

Dre cut the music and clapped. "Yeah cube nigga ! talking bout that shit won't work that shit was fucking perfect"

"It was alright" I shrugged my shoulders. I felt Ren mush my head causing us to laugh.

"Hating ass nigga" Cube flicked me the middle finger from inside the booth.

"Fucking perfect guys , fucking perfect this shit gonna be a hit I can feel it" Jerry excitedly confessed.

"The song not even done yet damn Jerry" I smacked my lips and shrugged.

"Well mr. talk shit I hope your verse will be just as good as what Cube just said" He glared. "You better bring it Eric" I waved Jerry off and turned my attention to Cube.

"Good shit man, it was dope" we dapped each other.

***

[Shayla]

I was going completely nuts in this house. Jr wouldn't stop asking me for snacks and where his daddy was while Erica cried and screamed at the top of her lungs.

I eventually called Rih and told her to come over. It took a lot of convincing since she didn't know I moved over to this side. I told her I would explain it to her when she get here.

"where's daddy" Jr tugged at my Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. I had him constantly ask me where he was for the past two hours.

"Your daddy is working baby" I said and rocked Erica with my other arm. This is crazy, what the hell was I thinking bout when I agreed to watch them.

"Candy?" Jr whined and tugged on my pants leg even harder. I looked down at him.

"Yes Jr please you can eat candy" He jumped up and down and ran to the candy dish on the table which already had about four open candy wrappers laying on it. I sighed.

I heard the door bell ring and I ran to the door and opened it.

"Damn baby girl you look like you having fun" Rih laughed stepping inside the house.

"Trying to play mommy and shit now im stuck"

Rih smiled at Erica as I rocked her and patted her behind softly.

"Well hello pretty girl" Rih cooed at Erica causing her to smile softly and wiggle in my arms.

"She like you Rih take her" I held Erica out. Rih let out a small laugh

"That's yo child not mine" I mugged her "Give her here" Rih smacked her lips and grabbed Erica while rubbing her back.

For the next few minutes me and rih sat down on the couch with Erica and Jr while I filled her in on what happened and how I ended up here, but leaving Ace out.

"That's fucked up forreal La, I be damned if my mom put me out"

I shrugged and looked at Jr who was rubbing his eyes. He climbed in my lap and rested his head on my chest.

"It is what It is. She think Eric gonna break my heart and ima be a failure, ill show her ass" I sipped on my bottled water. 

"Just becareful La, that nigga has two baby mommas already a baby don't keep no nigga" Rih warned, while feeding Erica her bottle.

I listened to what Rih was saying but I didn't reply.

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