Rock-A-Bye Baby (A BWWM Pregnancy Romance)(6)

By: Vivian Ward

There was this party after the prom that we went to; I think one of her friends invited us, but I might be wrong. Alcohol was being served to everyone as soon as they showed up, and we were no different. Liquor and weed were floating around like a cloud on a rainy day. After a few drinks, we were both tipsy, one thing led to another and before we knew it, we were both naked. Luckily for us, she had been on the pill since the end of our sophomore year so we didn’t have to worry about protection. I think it worked out better for both of us that we were a little drunk because it made it less awkward for both of us. As crazy as this sounds, I’ve always known that she is the girl for me.

If I were to lose half of my fans, it could be devastating to my career. I mean, what would happen if I didn’t sell out my shows or if I weren’t a headliner? Our record label could drop us, or we could be forced to go back to opening for other bands or worse, go back to performing at night clubs. That’s actually how we got our big break. I’d been sending out copies of my crew’s work to different record companies while performing at various bars, clubs and doing rap battles. One night, we got our big break when Big Poppa Pun turned out at a club in Chi-Town and listened to us. After our turn on the mic, he came backstage to meet us. We met up a few more times and worked together in the studio before he finally introduced me to Top Chart Records. About a month later, my crew and I flew out to Los Angeles to sign a deal, and we’ve been working with our record label ever since that day.

Part of the reason that I work so hard is that I don’t want to lose everything my crew has worked for. We started working on our name and image over a decade ago, and I can’t imagine starting over from scratch again. Granted, we didn’t start out as a group of five, but that’s what we are today. Originally, I did battles by myself. Everyone booed through my first few battles until one day when a DJ shut down the crowd to let me do my thing. I didn’t earn the respect of everyone right off the bat. It took a couple of years of battling to do that and get people to listen to me. Not long after I graduated from high school, I started finishing in second and third place in the battles. Before my 20th birthday, I finally won first place.

By that time, I had everyone convinced that I was someone worth listening to and began developing a fan base. That was the beginning of my career. I had finally earned enough respect and street cred that people were listening to me and came to watch me battle. Eventually, I started forming a crew, writing lyrics and practiced in the studio. It’s been a long, bumpy road but it’s been worth it. And throughout that whole fiasco, T has always been supportive of me. Yes, I know that sometimes I take her for granted, but aside from loving the fame, I love making sure she’s completely taken care of. She’s my goddess, my princess. When I touch her, I feel our souls connect. I couldn’t live without her. She’s the air that I breathe.

Our tour bus came to an abrupt halt, throwing us forward out of our seats.

“Damn bro! You know how to drive or what?”

“Sorry,” the nervous guy says. “I’ve been up for a while, and I’m tired. I think I’ll catch a nap while you guys are inside.”

“You better, gramps. If you wreck our tour bus, you’ll have to push it home while we all ride inside,” Blue says, giving the guy shit.

“Chill, Blue. Don’t be talking to your elders like that,” I hiss. “Man, what’s wrong with you?” I slap his hat off his head. “Show him some respect.”

We step off the bus, and the welcoming, warm summer breeze hits our faces in the night air. I look around and take in my surroundings. I like it here in Atlanta. It’s definitely not Chicago, but it feels more like home than it did when we were in Texas last month. Texas was so hot and dry that you could hardly breathe, and it seemed like there were fire ants everywhere. There were also too many damn cowboys for my liking and everywhere you went; they wanted to line dance. Atlanta is more like home with plenty of city life and things to do without the square dancers and cowboy boots. Looking around, I see tall skyscrapers and everything is busy and lit up, just like Chi-Town.

Inside the club, I order a drink—gin and tonic—and find a private booth to kick back in. It has been a long night and unlike the guys, I need a minute to myself. They are all single, except for Peanut, but that won’t stop him. Even though T and I aren’t married yet, it feels like we have been for years. I’m not sure why we have never tied the knot. Maybe because I haven’t asked her? I don’t know. She has brought it up a few times in the past that we should get married, but it was more of an “in case anything ever happens to me” kind of situation. Now her mother, on the other hand, is a different story. Anytime we go to her house, she’s always asking when I’m going to marry her baby. She has pushed the subject a lot. I don’t know if it’s because it bothers her or it bothers Trinity, but she is very opinionated about the subject.

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