You say that you over me you always end up under me
You know how it goes - don't be crazy, don't play dumb with me
- Drake

PROD

Me and Zaya just bought a mansion in Montego Bay Jamaica.  Just for a lil while, we'll be living here but we'll eventually go back to California, probably a year or less after the baby is born.

Right now we in San Diego at Ikea to buy furniture for the place. We burning our old mansion down once we get this settled. It's our way of saying fuck the past. We had some good times and bad times in that mansion. Mostly bad though. Crazy shit done happened there. I won't miss that bitch at all.

"This is nice." Zaya says, picking up a football shaped chair. "Who the hell finna sit in that?" I ask. She laughs.  "Ronnie, duh. Of course my grand son will have a room too." she says. "Don't get the football chair... shit ugly." I say. She rolls her eyes then sits it down. "You ugly." she says, still walking.  I wrap my arms around her waist then pull her in my arms. "Move." she says, giggling. I laugh then pull away. "Only cause we got shit to do." I say, then grab her hand. "Don't think I want you cause I'm letting you hold my hand." she says. "Zaya, hush." I say, laughing.

"Ooooh, this is so cute! Yes, this is so King." she exclaims, looking at a blue Busunge extendable twin bed. "You know damn well King literally think he a king and ain't sleeping in shit but a king bed." I say.

"King ain't grown. I like this." she says. "Get it for Ronnie, mane. He six and short as hell. This will work  for him." I say. "DJ gone flip tho cause this bed is blue and he's a blood and Ronnie loves red because DJ does." she says with a frown. I kiss her. She looks at me crazy. "You just want the thong." she says. Both of us fall out laughing. I remember when we met and she used to say that to me. Good ass memories mane.

We grab hands and continue to walk. She starts looking at baby cribs. "Hell you looking at cribs for like we didn't just spend all that money on a damn solid gold crib?" I ask. She smacks her lips. "I'm really excited about this baby so he will be getting nothing but the best. Who cares if we spent sixteen million on his crib?" she asks. 

That damn DoDo Bassinet crib ain't shit special if you ask me. It's just 24k solid gold, she got something engraved in it that she wouldn't let me see and it's sculpted in an odd shape, comes with expensive bedding, and it has a changing mat. It still ain't worth the damn money to me but like I said, I'll do whatever to make her happy, even if it means dropping sixteen million on a stupid ass baby bed that's temporary.

"Aight... what, did you just say he?" I ask, smiling. She nods her head. "Yes, it's a boy." she says.  I grab her face and kiss her. "So now we got two boys and two girls together." she exclaims. "I'm happy." I tell her. She kisses my cheek. "We need a crib for when he's in our room." she says. "Hell naw, Zaya, I ain't dropping another sixteen million for that." I say. She laughs. "You know that money is nothing to you. I was gonna get a normal one though but you already know his stroller will be far from average. And don't even let me get started on his nursery, oowe!" she exclaims. I chuckle. "I see you love blowing my money, huh?" I ask. "I deserve it, hush." she says. "You right, you do deserve it all but you know you still gotta pay me back in sex though, right?" I ask. She grins. "I'm celibate now." she says. "I've been since we broke up, actually." she adds. I smirk. "Consider me your husband now. So, you finna bust that půssy open or nah?" I ask.

She cuts her eyes at me. "Shut up... what the fuck?" she mumbles. "What?" I ask. She points between her legs. I laugh. "Damn, mane, you peed on yourself again?"  I ask. Lil man be kicking her bladder all the time. "My water just broke." she mumbles. My eyes widen. Those four words have always scared the shit out of me.

I pick her up bridal style and rush to the elevator.  We ride it down. I run out and to the car. I lay her down In the back then go to the front.

Right now me and all the kids except Jaylen sitting around her room waiting. "Ain't you only eight and a half months though, Mrs. Crippen?" Mia asks with a worried look on her face. I always did like that girl for DJ. He be frontin' on her and shit. She held the nigga down through it all. "Yes... but they doctor said the baby's fine." she says. "Oooooh, ma, what yoi having?" Reshawd asks, holding her hand. She closes her eyes tight. "You good?" I ask, grabbing her other hand. She nods her head. "Contractions. But it's a surprise." she answers. "Yeah... I just found out today cause she accidentally let it slip." I say, smiling.

Damn, I hope the delivery goes well.

JAYLEN

I sit up and groan, holding my forehead.  "The hell?" I mumble, staring at the ring I gave Kennedie in my hand. I pick up her house key then shake my head. I don't remember shit but getting drunk as hell, fucking a stripper named Candy or some shit like that, then coming home, talking to Kennedie a lil bit, then falling asleep.

The hell she at? I grab my phone then turn it on.  Damn, everybody blew my shit up telling me momma in labor. I get up then grown from the pain in my forehead.  I grab two tylenols then take them. I go to Kennedie's number then call her.

"What the fuck do you want, Jaylen?" she answers.  "The fuck I do?" I ask. "I guess it's true when they say your sober thoughts come out once alcohol gets in your system. A drunk man never lies, never." she says. "What?" I ask, confused.  "You don't give a fuck about my junkie ass and you hate the fact you let Abria go for me. You don't even consider me shit to Legend and you don't think the baby I'm carrying is even yours. Plus, you wouldn't give a fuck if I were to commit suicide. I'm so damn done with yall Crippen niggas.  I honestly loved the shit out of you. Man, I love Legend so much to where I forget he ain't even biologically mine. But I'm just a nothing hoe... that's all." she says. "Look... whatever I said when I was drunk, I'm sorry. I'm not the type of nigga to play the blame game like I'm the victim when I ain't.  I'm gone be one hundred with you and how you take it is on you. Yes, I do still got love for Abria, mane... how could I not? But that don't mean I don't care about you. I can't lie like sometimes I don't wonder what me and her could've been if I didn't get with you. But when I said the suicide shit, I was just being lowdown, I guess. But I was just being real with you, Kennedie. Abria trifling but she trying when it come to Legend, I can't take that from her... I ain't even gone front. My bad for hurting you." I say. Why lie? I seen my momma cry way too many times just cause pops wouldn't be a hundred with her. I ain't trying to be like them, all bi polar and crazy, up and down as a mothafucka.

"You think that's supposed to make me feel any better, Jaylen?" she softly asks, sniffling. I sigh. "At least I didn't lie to you. Kennedie, I do love you. I wanna say this shit love but how can I say that when I don't even know what love look like or how love feels? My whole life been crazy shit... but Ion know... where you at?" I ask. "Memphis." she mumbles.  "Imma call you later on, aight? My momma bout to give birth." I say. "Don't even bother." she says, then hangs up.  I ain't even phased, honestly. I mean, if she wanna run away, that's her. I made it known to her only the strong survive when it come to fuckin' with me.

I go shower, brush my teeth, then get dressed. I grab my keys then walk out the house, making sure I lock the doors and set the alarm.

I just got to the hospital.  "About time he joins us." Heaven says. I flip her off. "I see yo stomach ain't big no more so where the baby at?" I ask. "He's getting cleaned. He'll be back in a minute."  ma answers.  I smile. "Damn, so what yall naming him?" I ask.  Everybody look at momma. "We naming him Keyair Montiago Crippen." ma answers. "Where the hell yall get that name at?" granny asks. All of us start dying laughing. 

"Keyair because Célina's middle name was Keyaira and before she died she told me if I had a boy she liked the middle name Montiago so, yeah." she says, wiping her eyes. Dad wraps his arms around her. The nurse walks in with Keyair.

"Ooooh, his eyes are blue!" Naly exclaims.  "He is so cute, look at lil Reshawd.  He look just like Shawd!" Abria says, smiling. "Let me get him." I say. "Nope, hold Legend." dad says, taking Keyair out of ma's arm. "Damn, lil man look like Shawd when he was a baby." he says. "Dang, he really does." ma says. "Cause we sexy." Shawd says, smirking.

I walk over to Abria then take Legend out her arms. "Where is Kennedie?" she asks. "She dipped on me, man. You was right... she not emotionally strong enough to deal with a nigga like me." I say. She grins. "I knew it. Jay, you a cold hearted street dude. That hoe fits nowhere in that equation." she says. "Don't call her out her fuckin' name." I say. "Kourtney, pussy K, nigga I don't care what I call that bitch." she says.

I shake my head.  "Why she leave?" she asks. "I rolled my cameras back. I said some fucked up shit when I was drunk" I say. "You apologize?" she asks. I nod my head. "What you say to her anyway?" she asks. I look away from her. "Nothin." I say. This situation is fucking crazy.

KENNEDIE

"Am I over reacting?" I ask Eriee. "Umm... Ion even know, bruh... like, shit, damn I don't know." she says. "Why you gotta cuss so much?" I ask. "Shut up." she says. A baby's cries cut me off. "Who the hell is that?" I ask. She gets up and walks to the back then comes back with a baby boy. "This is Derrick." she says. I look at him. "Dang, he looks like my ex." I say. "His daddy ain't shit so fuck it." she says with a shrug. "Who is his daddy anyway? I don't remember you having a boyfriend." I say.  She rolls her eyes.  "I caught feelings for a nigga who only wanted to use me... his name is Eric though." she answers with a shrug. My eyes widen. "Crippen?" I ask. She nods her head, looking confused. Oh shit.

PRONOUNCED (KAY●AIR)
KEYAIR IN THE MULTIMEDIA. 

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