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For The Record {Chapter 55 Added} {3/10/13} {I'M BACK!!!}

HI! :) Haha, this is my first CB story so let me know what ya think!

<em>Cause when I'm looking in your eyes
Feels like the first time
Give me one good reason why
We can't just press rewind</em>

The lyrics spill out on the page without much effort. She doesn’t have to try hard. They’re embedded in her brain and easily transferable to the paper. She tries her damn hardest to withhold the tears that are threatening to fall. Her make up for today isn’t waterproof and she doesn't feel like taking time out to do it over because her jolted emotions can’t control themselves. Misty eyes are as far as she’s letting it go. He’s not worth her tears. At least, that’s what she tells herself. Then again, she’s been telling herself a lot of untrue things lately.

Sighing heavily, <a href="" target="_blank">Layla “Lala” Brown</a> sets the pen and paper to the side. She doesn’t feel like writing anymore. The sudden urge she previously had to finish the song is no longer there. She gets up from the writing desk and makes her way over to her California King Size bed. Yanking the covers back, she slides in the warm bed, huddling under the covers. The vacancy next to her is impossible to ignore. She lies on her back. Her long jet-black hair splays all over the pillow. She does not bother wrapping it up. She sees no reason to; it’s not as if she has to wake up tomorrow looking presentable for <a href="" target="_blank">him</a>. He won’t be there.

She winces slightly thinking about where he is. She doesn’t know exactly, but she has a pretty damn good guess. A guess that makes her heart ache even more. She wonders how she got there. How they got there. She has a good life. At the tender of age of 20, she lives a life most people would kill to have. Her debut album went multi-platinum and won her two Grammy's along with countless other awards. She has sponsorships with mega companies like Juicy Couture, Nike, South Pole, etc. She successfully ventured into the acting business and received critical acclaim for all her performances. Millions of girls look up to her and want to be just like her. Guys think she’s sexy as hell. Most importantly, she’s the wife of international superstar Chris Brown. Yet, she’s miserable as hell.

Her eyes start to water even more as she thinks on how much things had changed. She knew marriage was going to be hard, but she never thought it would be this difficult. She always knew she would never be enough for Chris, sexually. How could she? She was inexperienced when it came to sex before Chris. She knew the logistics of it, but that was it. She was clueless when it came to what guys liked, what turned them on and all the right places to attack. He wasn’t. He knew exactly what to do and was perfect at it. He constantly reassured her that she was fine in bed and shouldn’t worry so much. She blindly listened to him. She should have known better. If she was really fine in bed, why the hell was he out somewhere f***ing one of his many whores?

She wanted to believe, if not her skills in bed, then maybe her undying love for Chris would keep him from straying. Their love should have been enough. But it wasn’t not anymore. They weren’t the same people they were almost two years ago. His love for her has diminished and she wonders if there is any hope for them. So much has happened.

Is it too much to overcome though?


I been meaning to comment but me being lazy i didnt but im heeeere *in my mulan voice*
Yea im lame
So this wats got me of course ty hes such a fool for no reason
And what in the HELL are they all hiding
This seems like a damn conspiracy with all these hidden secrets once all thus comes out itll b a wonder of lala and chris' trust will ever be back
This got me stressed n i aint lovin it

FINALLY done reading the entire story and I must say that I am officially ADDICTED!! This story is so fy

first of all I absolutely love their relationship and it hurt me to find out that Chanel was molested

I then grew to despise her mother until finding out she had breast cancer only to then grow to DESPISE her again because of her reactions towards Chanel

The two friends from the past middle fingers thrown their way along with Trey

Felt bad for the baby and the heart surgery but still don't like his Mom

Cried about their still born birth

Loved the conversation with Shirley Caesar <3

Happy that she's pregnant again but surprised by Chris's reactions

Mad they kept the situation with Grams a secret

Now I'm wondering who is Carla/Darla/Angel of Death

Who's sick really?

Is her mom about to pass away? What secrets?


*rolls eyes*

Kiana, you are so stupid! Lol. You be having me weak af. Lmao. I swear, you act as if this is reality....and I LOVE it. Realism is what I aim for.

Now, as far as your speculations should know by now that I hardly ever reveal a damn thing to ya'll It ruins the element of surprise. Ha. I'll leave you with this though.

You might wanna listen to MJ's "You Are Not Alone."



PS) You right about the food thing! Thanks! Lala AND Mickie need to get they ass to the nearest Burger King or something. Lol

Wait! Is the reason Chris is trying to break his neck to get on the next flight out there because he told Chanel he would be there for her to help her? Ya know, that add when he had their bags ready and was gonna go along with her. Huh? that way he wants to leave PRONTO? Or no.

No? Oh ok. :(
Well whatever it is, hope he gets there ASAP!

*sticks my nose up in the air, smh. *
I'm glad her Grams is doing better, that's always good to hear. But wow, I can imagine how her mom must look, I would hope to know that she feels sad still & troubled by the secret she kep for so long. But shxt, knowing that woman--she may not have that much care now. Once people begin to live a secret, it's only second nature to still act like its one. So, it' never be brung up. Smh. But that's sweet and generous of Drake & Chris to take care of her medical bills, I owe it to them for being men. :) As for Lala's tweet, smh. I know I said for her to act like a bad ass & act hard af, & make....well make Chris feel stupid as shxt; lmao. But damn--she ain't have to act that hostile. Hell, it was a token of his gratitude. So her tweet was stupid, LMAO. But it still stuck out to him, GOOD. Exactly what I wanted to happen. >=] anyways, next subject. I'm glad Tyga crazy ass was right about Chris not fcking Draya. Ahaha! That name he gave her---Hoeraya, lmao. *slaps knee & laughs ghetto af* lmaaaaao. I was laughing hard as hell during that part! But I'm glad Chris didnt fck her hoe ass, that would just be bigger fish to fckin' fry. -_- still pissed he WANTED TO fck her, but I guess him NOT fcking her & saying how he couldn't hurt her OUTWEIGHTS THAT. That nigga still ain't on my good list yet....he got knocked off it two adds ago, maybe he'll be back on it ...on the next add? Well wait, I won't include the flashback changing my mind, I'm talking about now. And yooooooo, WTF is going on? O_o why are Drake & Chris going up there? & why in the hell is Lala's family acting strange and, what's really going on?
& somebody grab Lala so damnit food, she needs to eat! Lmao. I just said that because she hasn't ate yet, & that baby needs to be in tip top freaking condition! Nothing can stand in it's way. :) as for Chris, when he gets there--she ought to not go around him, rub her tummy fckin' 8888866722 times! Aha! Make that ass feel sorry for the words he said!

...well, I guess we'll see what happens up in....Honduras, wait Aruba, lmao. I mean Trinidad. Ty stupid ass can't never get the place right! That has me cracking up, his goofy ass. I hope all is will with their trip up there!

Run this soon. <3

::.Chapter 53.::

*No One’s POV*

Lala stares at her mother, feeling a c**ktail of emotions beginning to stir. Anger. Rage. Hurt. Disgust. Sympathy. She looks completely different from the last time she saw her. In all the years she’s known her mother, she’s never considered her to look her age….until now that is. The bag’s under Crystal’s eyes indicate sleep deprivation and the puffiness of her eyes signify recent crying.

<em>Why would she be crying though?</em> Lala thinks to herself.

Lala has to admit, her grams looks better than she thought she would. Granted, Lala was thinking and imagining the ultimate worst.

“I-“ Lala stops when she sees her father walk in, “daddy!” She grins, and runs up to hug him, sorta bumping her mother to the side in the process. “I didn’t know you were here.”

Marcus smiles down at his daughter, “John and I just flew in last night.”

“John?” Mickie pipes up and glances at her mom. “Dad is here?”

“He’s downstairs, getting the car ready, with your sisters,” Brandy answers, and does something that doesn’t slip past Lala. She sends a questioning look towards Larissa, who somewhat nods as if saying yes. “Here, why don’t we go see them.”

“Car?” Lala questions. “Wait, what’s going on?”

“We’ll be right back Lala,” Mickie says, as she and her mother hastily rush out the room.

Lala turns towards grams and crosses her arms, “Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Layla, did you speak to your mother?” Larissa raises an eyebrow and motions to a silent Crystal.

Lala rolls her eyes and blows off the question, “Are you being discharged or something?”

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me child,” Larissa warns. “You know I love you to death, but I’m still your grandma. You will not disrespect me, and you damn sure won’t disrespect your mama, not while I’m standing right here.”

“She’s right baby girl,” Marcus sighs, siding with his mother-in-law.

Lala scoffs bitterly and feels the pressing urge to tell them all off, but decides against it. She’s forced to capitulate. “Fine. Hello mother.” She says resentfully, barely looking at Crystal. Lala’s deference towards her mother’s request is anything but genuine.

“Honey,” Crystal hesitates, struggling to find the right words. “I know you’re still upset with me and you have every right to be, the both of you,” She glances at a distant Marcus. “But I really think we should talk-“

“And we will,” Larissa interrupts, walking by her daughter.

“Whether you want to or not Layla. You need this….we all do….you’re not the only one with secrets child.”

Lala looks up at the two women quizzically, “What are you-?”

“The car’s ready,” Marcus interrupts, looking at his iPhone, which was his birthday gift from Lala last year. “John just text me. Brandy’s handling your discharge papers. They should be sending someone up shortly to finalize everything.”

“Praise the Lord,” Larissa exclaims dramatically. “I couldn’t take another day of this damn hospital food. If the medical bills don’t kill you, the food sure will.”

“I’ll handle the bill grams,” Lala offers, still stuck on her statement about secrets.

“You don’t know?” Crystal questions.

“Know what?” Lala says, trying to lessen the harshness in her tone.

“Chris and Aubrey already took care of all my expenses.” Larissa informs.

“What?” Lala repeats, feeling her anger build up. “Why the hell did they---never mind. I can’t fret my nerves.” As happy as she is to see that her grams is alright, Lala feels annoyed with how she and her dad seem to be siding with Crystal. “I’m gonna go say hi to CiCi and Bon.” She mutters, walking out the room and pulling out her cell. Opening up her twitter app, she decides to send out a tweet, not even caring if it causes problems.

<strong>OfficialQueenBreezy: I take care of MY own. Always have. Always will. With or w/o you or your support. #BeleeDat


“The f*** are you two doing here?” Chris burbles, not even moving from his position.

Tyga rolls his eyes, “Naw nigga, the question is what the f*** was Hoeraya doing here?”

Chris sighs heavily, “I called her over.”

“Nigga have you lost your motherf***ing mind?!” Drake shouts, “You telling me that you slept with that hoe, not even 24hrs after finding out your wife is pregnant?!”

“No, I ain’t f*** her.” Chris hisses, sitting up and resting his head in his hands.

“Told ya!” Tyga exclaims, feeling a sense of pride in the fact that he was right.

“Well then why the hell did you call her over?” Drake asks, calming down somewhat after hearing Chris didn’t have sex with Draya.

“Because I was gonna f*** her.”

“But?” Tyga edges on.

“I couldn’t go through with it,” Chris says quietly, shame in his voice. “I couldn’t hurt Chanel like that.”

“More than you already have, you mean.” Drake says unsympathetically.

“Look, I ain’t trying to hear this right now. Aight? So why don’t ya’ll just take ya’ll asses on somewhere and leave me be. Why are you even here in the first place? It’s obvious Chanel done already told ya’ll her side of the story so you ain’t even trying to hear mine.”

“No, Kayla told me what happened, shortly before she and Lala left.”

Chris shoots his head up, “Left? Left where?”

“They flew out to go see they grams. Probably there by now…” Tyga answers.

“Wait,” Chris throws his legs over the side of the bed. “She’s there now?”

“Yes nigga,” Drake responds, growing irritated. “Kayla text me not too long ago to tell me they made it.”

“s***!” Chris hisses, jumping out the bed, and pulls his shirt back on. He rushes off to his closet and rolls out his packed suitcase. “Look, Drake, I need you to call up the airlines and get us on the nearest flight.”

Chris’s actions befog Drake, “Wait….what?”

“What aren’t you telling us Chris?” Tyga asks, suspicious about how quick and easy it was for Chris to come to his senses.

Chris stops momentarily to give Drake a knowing look, “Think about it D.”

Drake takes a minute to ponder Chris’s words, “s***!” He realizes what it is. “We gotta get moving.”

“Exactly,” Chris mumbles, pulling out his phone to check his messages. His heart rate quickens when sees he has a Twitter notification. Opening up her profile, he frowns when he sees her tweet. “f***.”

“What?” Chris hands Tyga his phone. “Damn man, you sure you wanna go see her? She seems pissed off…not that I can blame her….you broke her heart….again…for like the umpteenth time….I sure hope she ain’t do no voodoo s*** on you…don’t they f*** with that over in Aruba?”

Chris rolls his eyes and snatches his phone back from T, “Ty, do yo ignorant ass a favor and…..hold up…..did you just say Aruba?”

“Don’t even bother,” Drake sighs, eyes and fingers attached to his blackberry. “Okay. Flight’s booked. We leave in two hours.”

“Perfect,” Chris murmurs, taking out a moment to send out his own tweet.

<strong>@ChrisBrown: You Think I'd Leave Your Side Bae? You Know Me Better Than That.



Side note: It’s funny Kianna would mention the flashbacks, because I’m 99.9% sure that’s what the next chapter will be. Lol.


*stank face*
Girl , pwem. Your vocabulary = excellent. :)

..& yay , I shall get my tent & camp out.
*rolls out my sleeping bag & lays on my elbows*

I shall now...wait.
*picks at my nails*



*Virtual Hug* Lmao.

Thank you girl! :)

So sweet, but my vocab has been lacking if you ask me...just sayin.

You'll actually be happy to know I was able to write something up. Should be up in twenty minutes or so :)


Bruh , this story is great! It's not too mainstream. I mean, the focus is good. You keep us, well at least my hype ass on an edge 100% of the time! You have humor within the characters along with sad times. I never can really pin point what's gonna happen in this story, unless it's totally obvious. Which is slim to none chance. Anyways, I like the way this story flows. It's not rushed, shxt not cluttered together. You tend to make sure it flows, & the flashbacks are love! I look forward to those alot, they happen to build up the past and how exactly they got to this point in their lives! Your a great writer, your vocabulary is to the T. Your sentences are structured! Hell, this story is amazing. You know me bruh, lol. *lil Wayne voice* I don't front, don't fabricate! Lmao. But yeah , this story is THE BOMB TIMES 45! Make that 500 ;) ^_^ haha.

Good luck, & congrats to ya bro' on his performance!
Just maybe you'll have the time to write something, b/c shxt.........
I know I'm playing Chris's family in this story, but I (Adrienne) will whoop 'dat ASS!

Run this!

Sorry ya'll.

I was so tired last night....I'm surprised I was able to finish that add. Lol.

Anyway, I actually don't have an authors not's more of a question.

What would <strong>you</strong> guys like to see more of in this story?

-More Frequent Updates (I'm doing the best I can. lol)
-More Happy times between Chris and Lala (All good love stories have setback people! lol)
-Rihanna, Kae, Draya, Brian, Trey, Crystal, etc. to magically disappear. (Ain't gon happen. Lol.)

Like, I just feel like I put too much focus and emphasis on Chris and Layla, and avoid further developing my other characters and couples. Do you agree?

Also, please be honest, is Lala a Mary Sue?

For those unaware of what that is, it's a writers term for a character that's basically TOO perfect. Like, even her faults, are perfect. She can do no wrong, and even when she does, it's okay, because she's.....her. *shrugs* lol

Just something that's been on my mind lately. Please don't feel obligated to disagree with me because you don't wanna hurt my feelings. I LOVE getting feedback, whether negative or positive, because it helps me improve as a writer.

Oh, and not upset or disappoint anyone, but I'm not sure if there will be an update today or tomorrow because my brother has a performance that we all completely forgot about so today is going to be hectic trying to prepare for tomorrow. REAL hectic. :/

I'll try my best though. :)

Okay....I think that's about it. So...yeah, leave me your thoughts. Thanks.


PS, thanks Kianna for the encouraging words and HILARIOUS reviews. Lol. But as far as the guy situation, I'm like done. I can't deal. *Sam from Jersey Shore Voice* Lmao.

Well sure the hell do got me hyped like shxt, this story always has me on edge. But I agree, this story can last forever and I see it being great, just like it currently is. Anyways, that was a good ass add. I loved it! Especially Drake and Tyga part. Lmao. Talking about they ass from Hondrus! LMAAAO, shows how much that nigga pays attention to his people. Ah! And the part he was like how he "wanna" be home by 11. Lmfao. Ashley WANT his ass home, talm bout driving. Smh! Haha, that nigga is a trip. As usual--Drake seems to be the one to always have something good to say in order to fix the situation; I just hope they (well, Tyga ass might not be much of a help-but he sure will be a nice ole laugh for my ass! Rofl.) help out Chris and figure out what happened between him and Draya. I'm glad her 'ole hoe ass left, I wonder why tho? Gimme the details girl! And where the hell is Chris? Did he fck her & then basically hurt her damn feelings? -_- I have a feeling he had a smart instinct & decided AGAINST fcking her. Please! Please! Rofl. Tyga's comments are the best! Anyways, on to Mickie & Lala, cute ass outfits btw; I like how close they are. Their grandma is pretty sweet, gld she's doing better. While Chanel is up at the hospital, she should go get checked out about the baby, just to make sure the stress isn't harming it already. Y'know?! GO LALA! Put cha ass on Twitter & tweet , make his ass jealous! Make him wish he was witcha! lol. ^_^ uh oh, her mom is there? Whoops!

Run this tho. ASAP.
I'm so glad your back Amby, yay! <3

....I hope Chris talks to JUST DRAKE.
Anyways, I hope your guy situation isn't bad, just stay positive-it's bound to work out! :)

::.Chapter 52.::

*No One’s POV*

“Are you nervous?”

Lala glances at her cousin, “Are you?”

“Terrified,” Mickie confesses, supporting herself against the wall in the elevator. “Have you heard from-“

“Nope,” Lala cuts her off sharply.

Mickie opens her mouth to say something, but decides against it, knowing Grams will have a better chance at getting Lala to open up. The ringing chime of the elevator signals that they’ve reached their floor and the two exit.

Walking up to the front desk, Lala is the first one to speak, “Hi, we’re here to see Larissa Morgan.”

Without even looking up at them, the nurse asks in a nonchalant tone, “Relationship to the patient?”

“Grandchildren,” Mickie sighs, desperate to see grams. “We’re her granddaughters.”

“Do you have any identification?”

“Plenty,” Lala spits back, annoyed by the woman’s attitude. “OK, People, Essence, JET, US Weekly, take your pick.”

The woman rolls her eyes and finally looks up only to have her eyes widen, “You’re-“

“Not someone you want to piss off right now.” Lala finishes for her.

The woman nods nervously and gives the girls badges that they attach to their clothes. She then points them in the direction of the room. Feeling somewhat bad for how her cousin treated the woman, even if she was rude, Mickie offers a meek ‘thank you’ before they head off.

Right before reaching the room, the girls stop and take a quick look at each other.

“You look fine,” They say simultaneously, laughing afterwards.

“We used to do that all the time when we were younger,” Mickie reminisces, looking over her <a href="" target="_blank">outfit</a>.

“We did, huh?” Lala chuckles, looking over her <a href="" target="_blank">outfit</a> as well. “It got on my last damn nerves then and still does now. You always did bite my swag, heifer.” Lala jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

“b**** please,” Mickie sucks her teeth. “You know damn well I taught yo ass everything you know.”

“Whatever gets you to sleep at night boo boo,” Lala patronizes, tapping Mickie on the shoulder. Lala moves quickly when she sees Mickie try to reach out and hit her by jumping, back first, in the nearest room.

Lala notices how the smile on her cousins slowly starts to fade as she stares at whatever is behind her. She opens her mouth to ask what’s wrong, but a voice beats her to it.

“Now, if that ain’t a Morgan ass, then I don’t know what is.”

“Grams?” Lala mumbles, twisting around to see Larissa. “Grams!”

She rushes over to her grandmother and engulfs her in a loving, but not too tight embrace. “I’ve missed you so much.” Lala whispers, willing herself not to cry.

“I’ve missed you too baby,” Larissa smiles, wiping away the single tear that escapes from Lala’s eye. Larissa’s gaze falls on Mickie.

“Well are you just gonna stand there child or are you going to hug a poor old woman?”

“Grams, you are a lot of things, but old and poor sure ain’t it.” Mickie laughs, walking over to hug her.

“I know that’s right,” Larissa agrees, pulling back to look at Mickie’s stomach. “It’s about time I get to see my very first great-grand….”

Mickie rolls her eyes, “Grams you know Aubrey and I want the baby’s sex to be a surprise.”

“Can’t blame me for trying,” Larissa winks, and suddenly starts looking around. “Speaking of my sexy future son-in-law and current son-in-law….where are they?”

Mickie prepares to say something, but realizes giving the reason why Drake isn’t there will also reveal Lala and Chris’s situation.

“Well….Grams….you see….” Lala stumbles, and silently thanks God when Brandy walks in. “Aunt Brandy!”

Mickie whisks around at the mention of her mother, “Mami!”

The mother and daughter hug while Brandy goes crazy and stars bombarding Mickie with baby related questions. Lala feels a hint of jealousy well up as she watches her aunt and cousin interact. What she would give for that kind of relationship with her mother…..

“Layla?” Lala frees momentarily at the sound of the all too familiar voice.

Her mother.


“I know this probably gon sound selfish and s***, but I gotta say it. I’m getting sick and tired of Bonnie and Clyde with all they make-up and break-ups. I mean, f***, just yesterday they was all over each other and s*** and now look at em—one over in the states and another in….Honduras. Don’t make no damn sense.” Tyga finishes his rant, leaning his arm out the window of Drake’s car.

Drake is a bit shocked by his friends rant, but not <em>too</em> surprised. After all, Tyga isn’t the most compassionate, nor considerate man.

“Okay, first of all, you got some Goddamn nerve complaining-“ Drake stops, finally catching on to T’s last statement. “Nigga did you just say Honduras?”

“Yeah…” Tyga answers, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “That’s where they at and from ain’t it?”

“No, you dips***,” Drake pinches the bridge of his nose and momentarily clenches his eyes shut. “They from and at Trinidad.”

“Same difference,” Tyga scoffs. “They both countries, ain’t they?”

Drake pulls up in the Brown’s garage, “Why has thou forsaken thee?” He mumbles to heaven, feeling a tension headache coming on. “So what’s our strategy?”

“Strategy?” Tyga scoffs. “Nigga, ain’t nobody got time for that s***. We walk our asses on up in there, talk or beat some s*** into this idiots head, get ya’ll two on the nearest flight out and I can get back home to my woman.”

“What time did Ashley tell you that you had to have your ass back home by?”

“f*** you,” Tyga flips Drake the bird. “I’m a grown ass nigga. I go and please as I want. Ain’t no woman gon dictate s*** to me.” A beat. “I’d like to get home before 11 though, not cause of Ashley—I just don’t like driving at night….my vision…ya know.”

“Right,” Drake says, barely containing his laughter.

The two men exit the car, but something catches Drake’s eye.

“Yo,” Drake points to the unfamiliar car. “Chris got a new car?”
Tyga glances at the luxury Lexus, “Naw man, that ain’t Chris’s car. That’s-“

“Draya’s,” They both say at the same time, fear at what awaits them inside the house growing.

“Imma kill him,” Drake mutters, as he and Tyga march in the mansion, using their key to unlock the door.

As soon as they walk in, they’re greeted by an evidently pissed off <a href="" target="_blank">Draya</a>.

“Awe s***,” Tyga complains, backing away from Draya. “Don’t get too close nigga, Lord knows what STD’s the hoe got.”

“f*** you b****,” She hisses, trying to hurry up and leave.

Drake rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the woman, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Nothing,” Draya hisses, then turns towards the stairs.

“Absolutely f***ing nothing!” She screams, before turning back to the guys. “Now move out my goddamn way.” Shoving them aside, Draya storms out, slamming the door behind her.

“Nasty ass slut.” Tyga murmurs, flipping the bird in the direction she went. “Well at least there’s good news to level out the bad news.”

“What’s the good news T?” Drake asks, growing annoyed himself.

“Good news is Chris ain’t f*** that hoe.”

Drake takes a moment to think it over. Tyga is right. Draya’s attitude and her strange final words. It’s obvious she and Chris didn’t feel anything. He mentally sighs in relief, dreading just the thought of Chris turning back to infidelity. “And the bad news?”

Tyga shakes his head solemnly, “Chris gon have to burn everything ‘spread em wide and suck em all’ touched.”



I’m seeing double.

It’s almost 3am here.

I’m taking my ass to bed.

Add authors note tomorrow.

Night. Lol


Well it surely worked
Im ready to POP OFF
nobody got time for that


Yayyy! I got ya'll riled up....that was the point. ;) Haha. Patience people. Everything happens for a reason...

And yeah, this add was a LOT different from the other ones, but ya'll should know by now that I'm unpredictable as f***. Plus, I'm on my period and this guy situation is REALLY starting to get to me prepared. lol

Oh, and side note, I have no idea how the heck I'm gonna finish this thing. I mean, I KNOW how I want the sequel to start, but finishing this off won't be easy. :/ We might even get into 100 chapters, but I'm gonna try to avoid that as much as I can.

Okay, I'm gonna start working on the update. :)


That bastard. -_-
Why in the hell would he call up that whore, just to confuse this situation even more. Is he tryna stress Lala so she can lose their child? Like WTF, who would do that? Face the facts, Chris, that's your baby--and for the sake of HIS baby and HIS wife he shouldn't be calling another woman. Bad enough it's, Draya. And even worse enough he's doing it purposely. What in the hell in the shxt is sex gonna fix his mind? He needs to be with his WIFE. And as for them saying she should have went after him? I disagree. He left on his OWN, she didnt force him, he knows she has a problem & it seems like to me--he blames her. WTF. How is she being selfish by wanting another shot of being a mother? Isn't like she PLANNED THIS BABY around this time! He went deep WITHOUT a condom. This is his WIFE, DF? How could he say that, and called that homewrecking hoe. Even if he doesn't have sex with her--it's still wrong to even see her or talk to her, smh. If this nigga needed some fckin' encouragement or someone to vent to--why not call DRAKE?! Or his mother? Somebody with some good sense and nice things to say. Lord have mercy, I'm so PISSED. Poor Lala, seems like nothing can go good for her. She's already lost one son, does he won't her to lose this one too? INTENTIONALLY. /; damn shame, after all that shxt he tells her, that he loves her & blah, blah. I believed it! But since he says he loves her, he should be there to help. I swear, if that man meets up with Draya, grinning all up in her face & exposing out him & his WIFE's business, I will be upset. And/or if he gets drunk--and sleeps with her, I will be PISSED OFF. As for Lala, I hope she seeks relaxation, she needs it for her & the baby. I say she stay up there for a little bit, at least Mickie is there to help her. <3 . And WTF? When I was reading that scene about Carla & Darla, I had to re-read it about 3x before I SORTA got it. I guess ima have to re-read it. The Angels? The Angels of Death? Lord. What they tryna do? harm her? Oooooooh lawd! Please just leave her alone. I get this bad vibe, maybe not now, but in a couple days....something is gonna happen to her, (Lala), along the lines of her getting in a traffic accident, or she really freaks out. Carla is gonna do something, she's not suppose to do. I can sense it. Smh.

Run this ASAP! Please.
Although Im pissed, I gotta know what happens next!

Dang girl i loved that
That was something so different but so real
I think stuff like this happens everyday
I read it before i went to sleep early this morning n i couldnt even comment i was wore out from it
I can already tell chris bout to piss me off n the next add
Draya tho... Seriously... I swear she look like a ant eater ol my head bigger than my body havin.. Im spent
I jus hope he doesnt do something completely dumb cuz i would b thru
N lala to me shouldnt have went after chris she said her peace at home and he decided he needed to leave
I agree she shouldnt have chased him cuz wat good would that have done
I hope she does however get some help cuz her n lik nugget need her to b healthy

::.Chapter 51.::

*No One’s POV*


Dead Silence.

Normally, it should/would be considered a good thing in the light of what happened, but it’s driving Lala insane. After booking her flight, she calls Tia and Adrienne and tells them they can come back home. She doesn't tell them what happened between Chris and she, but her tear-stained face and somber mien speak for themselves.

Lala texts and asks Mickie if she wants to join her on the flight, simply telling her she and Chris needed some time away from each other. Mickie, although hesitant, tells Lala she’ll meet her at the airport.

Truth be told, Lala is still somewhat in a haze about the events leading up to where she is. She DEFINITELY wasn't expecting Chris to react the way he did. It hurt. It hurt more than she leads on while explaining the reason for her erupt departure.

Even though she hadn't spoke on the phone with her cousin to hear her voice, she could already tell Lala shouldn't be alone during the time, so she, albeit hesitantly, agrees. With her bags still packed, she informs Drake of her plans and tells him he can fly out once he finds out from Chris his side of the story. She makes it painfully clear that he shouldn't come (unless) until he gets Chris to join him.

Lala tries hard not to cry anymore because she knows she has to keep in good spirits and be strong when she sees her grams….and for her unborn child.


“Well this certainly isn't how I expected things to turn out.” Darla, in her heavenly <a href="" target="_blank">body</a>, mumbles to herself, looking down at the brokenhearted couple.

“Now you, of all people, should know that things like this hardly ever turn out the way we expect them to.” Darla doesn't even need to turn around to see who the person is.

“Hello to you too sister,” The woman greets solemnly. “To what do I owe this rather….unpleasant surprise?”

“Let’s just say…….” <a href="" target="_blank">Carla</a> smiles innocently at her identical twin sister, “You and I have a common interest….or rather…two common interests.”

A bewildered expression crosses the heavenly angels face, while Carla’s sister gaze falls upon a confused and <em>vulnerable</em> Chris.

“No,” Darla utters, feeling a sense of apprehension. However, she quickly pushes that aside and remains valiant, “You have no-“

“No what?” Carla questions sharply, her dark aura starting to intensify, “No legal right? No authority?” She mocks cynically, “You know as well as I do, when Chris walked out that door, practically abandoning his wife in her time of need-”

“He made a mistake.” Darla quickly defends.

Carla chuckles darkly, “Mistakes often have consequences.”
Darla would like nothing more than to spar with her and warn her assignments, but feels that familiar restricting presence encompass her.

“In the name of Je-“

Before Darla can even finish her sentence, Carla is gone.


30,000 feet up in the air, in the private jet, after talking for a short while, Lala and Mickie finally drift off to sleep. It’s a subdued atmosphere because of earlier events and what awaits them once they arrive in Trinidad. Normally, their trips to Trinidad are happy occasions, usually because their visits to go see their family and their native land.

However, the cousins are completely unaware of the spiritual battle occurring on their behalf.

“I tell ya man,” Sam Lewis, a Caucasian man in his early forties, tells his co-pilot, “I really f***ed up this time.”

Jeff Thomas, around the same age as Sam, shakes his head, “Man, I told you not to go home with that girl. You could see she was bad news….bad news with great legs…but still bad news.”

“I know, I know,” Sam groans, running his head through his graying hair, “But I told her it was just a one night stand.”

“Well she clearly didn't get that memo if she’s blowing up your phone 24/7.”

“I know….I just….Sandy was THIS close to checking my phone….and if she had….” Sam trails off, mentally thanking God that his wife hadn't seen one of the explicit texts his new-found stalker sent.

Carla laughs and shakes her head at the easiness of her job. Get in this idiots head and convince him to try to text his wife after convincing the other idiot to take a little rest. Then, with a little assistance from down under, the distracted pilot would be completely oblivious to the object they’re nearing until it’s too late. She’d get rid of both woman for the price of one.

“Too easy…” She mumbles, walking over to whisper in the adulterers’ ear, when she feels another presence. She quickly whisks around, “Darla.”

The twin stares intently at the fallen angel, “What are you doing?”

“ Isn't it obvious?” Carla laughs evilly, “f***ing s*** up, killing people, corrupting souls-my usual.”

“You have no right-“

“I have every right,” The wicked twin interjects sinister. “Your little….assignment in there,” she gestures to the body of the jet where the sleeping cousins lay, “made NO attempt to go after Chris…now surely your GOD,” she says mockingly, “ wasn't too happy with that, was he?”

“That still gives you no legal right-“

“No s***,” Carla snorts, leaning against the jet, “That’s why I had to step it up a notch….sins of the father and whatnot.” Her face suddenly goes dark, “You’re the one with no power Darla now get the hell out of here before I really make your afterlife a living f***ing hell.”

“The unborn,” Darla thinks quickly. “They’re innocent. They have no sin. They’re-“

“Also not your assignment.” Carla sneers.

“No,” A new voice sounds.

“But they’re ours.” Another unfamiliar voice sounds boldly.

“<a href="" target="_blank">Gabriel</a>,” Carla says bitterly. “<a href="" target="_blank">Raphael</a>,” She curtly greets the archangels. “Long time no see.”

Gabriel steps forward, “As long as the children are under our protection, no harm shall come to them.”

“Or their mother,” Raphael steps forward. “Now <strong>leave</strong>.”

Carla’s eyes suddenly turn pure black as she sends her sister a sinister glare before backing up and disappearing in the darkness.

“She’ll be back.” Darla sighs heavily, as the two other angels turn around to face her. Within an instant, the three heavenly beings are out of the c**kpit and in the body of the jet. She stares at Lala as she sleeps, eyes falling on her flat stomach. “How could anyone want to harm an innocent child?”

“We wrestle not with flesh and blood…” Gabriel reminds softly, trailing off as a pained expression crosses he and Raphael’s face.
Darla turns around to look at the archangels, “What is it?”

“Othniel is here,” Raphael says hesitantly.

Darla’s face goes pale at the mention of the other angel.

The Angel Of Death.


Chris sits on the same bench he found his wife on months ago, not for any particular reason, just to get his thoughts straight. His phone was going off with texts and phone calls that he eventually put it on silent to silent all distractions.

“Mind if I sit here?” Chris looks up at the young woman. She’s very beautiful and her smile is alluring, but Chris can’t help but acknowledge the eerie vibe he gets from her.

Still, his mother raised a gentlemen.

“Sure,” He agrees hesitantly.

She sits down and glances at him, “I’m Carla by the way.”

“Chris,” He replies.

She rolls her eyes, “No s*** Sherlock.” Carla stares at Chris using her peripheral vision as she mentally convinces him to open up to her.

“Can I ask your opinion on something?”

Carla smiles evilly to herself, “Sure.”

“Okay….if you had a friend who was dealing with….some….mental issues….and that friend got pregnant….what would you advise her to do?” Chris isn't sure what comes over him, especially to share something so personal with a complete angel.

“Well,” Carla flashes a fake sympathetic smile. “As much as it would probably devastate the mother…I think aborting the baby would be the best option. I mean, if the mother isn't mentally stable, who’s to say that she won’t do anything to the baby?”

“Exactly!” Chris agrees, feeling relieved that it’s not just him.

“Can I give you a hint of advice?”

“Sure.” Chris agrees quickly, eager to hear what the beautiful stranger has to say.

“Don’t let things you have no control over, stress you out. You’re young, you still have your WHOLE life ahead of you. You shouldn't have to deal with s*** that’s other people’s problems. You seem like a nice guy. If someone doesn't want to listen to what yo u have to say, then leave them be. f*** it. You can’t help somebody that doesn't want to be helped.” She finishes, loving how Chris seems to be listening to everything she says. “Just remember Chris,” She says, getting up. “You only get one chance at life….don’t blow it.” And with that, she walks off, gloating at how well she did.

Chris just sits there for about five minutes and thinks about what Carla had to say. He thinks she’s right, but that unsettling feeling is still there. His next actions surprise even him.

Grabbing his cell, he scrolls through his contacts and pauses before dialing the number.

“Hey….Draya?....yeah it’s Chris…listen…..whatchu doing tonight?”




Bear with me here. Everything happens for a reason. Lol
Hope this chapter wasn't too religious, but let’s face it….we ALL need Jesus. Lol. Jk.


Oh, and I hope I don't confuse ya'll with anything. I just changed Darla's appearance just cause I thought it would fit better with Gabriel and Raphael.

Oh yeah, 'Dem Babies' got Archangels as their guardian angels. Who gon check em?!?! Lol.

Speaking of...yeah....aren't they freaking gorgeous?!?!

Chris Hemsworth is my white boo....just sayin..


girl yes i did tiff is amazing just like u
ur story was onevof the reasons i decided to get my account bak jumpin
i started reading this, lava,strip and omg the story t wrote with charli in it i cant think of the name right off hand but i was def addicted to those
never doubt ur talent hun


Lol. I'm sorry girl. I'm just so busy and stressed af that I barely have time to think, let alone right. :( Guys are f***ing complex as f*** btw. Like, don't play with my f***ing emotions.

Sorry....WAY off topic. Lol.

BUT, I'm working on the next add now. It's about 75% done and I'm trying to make it as long as the last one. My BFFL is coming over so it's gonna be hard to finish but it SHOULD be up by tonight. :)

Hope you had/have a Happy Thanksgiving.


*slaps my forehead in shock*
I really don't know, rather to get pissed or get worried.

Lmao. First off, Tyga is funny as hell to me. "I could get my woman if I wanted to." LMAO! Like go whole personality is unbelievably funny. Drake is one of te serious niggas, and tends to have his shxt together most of the time. Ah. As for Chris being zoned out andthinking, I can't blame him for being worried about his wife, it's his job and responsibility to protect and help his family out by all means necessary. Why in the hell would he pull away from him when it's clear she needs help? He says she needs it, then why leave? Why not continue to help her seek closure for her rape and be around her while she's pregnant with his baby. He damn sure didnt sound excited, more like "oh". Like--I know that had to hurt her feelings. From their past child--dying. They finally have the chance to get another shot of carrying another child, & hopefully it's healthy and makes it. Why wouldn't he wanna be around that? I would understand a lot more if he was scared to be a parent because of the last child, but damn, because she's not in the right state of mind? Just because Lala tends to freak out, doesn't mean she's crazy and will bring harm to that baby. That baby was a reason, to prove she's strong. Her she is happy as hell, tryna surprise her husband with this news, and his ass gets all "Dr. Phil" damn, the nigga couldn't even hug her, rub her belly. Nothing. *scoffs* smh. Since his ass needs time to think, I say Lala does the right thing, continue to find closure from her family and friends, find inter peace to heel, & wear her pregnancy proudly. That man can sit there and miss out on his wife and upcoming baby if he wants to, he'll be a fool to leave. Smh. Chris needs to realize, his wife needs help. True, but the way he went about saying it to her--wasn't loving or caring at all. -_- UGH.

After that add, I really am gonna need another add. ASAP! Please Amby? Like serrrriously! I have to see we're this goes! I MUST KNOW! She better keep that baby too, and I want her to get bigger & stronger! To get help, so that nigga can look stupid! HMPH. I want her to smile without his ass for a while, see how he likes that. Stupid ass.

*smacks lips* RUN THIS ASAP!

Grrrrrrr , please don't take forever to add to this. Your an amazing writer! & just you posting this add made me anxious to read it! I missed this story so much! Continue this! (:

so bamby comes back and doesnt reply to my inbox!?! :'(


Omg. You did NOT just put me in the same category with tnicole. O.o

God, that is such a compliment considering that girl can write her talented ASS off. I just do this as a hobby. lol

But seriously, thank you for the kind words and for sticking with me with all the curveballs and delayed updates. I'm glad you're enjoying this and even though I can't say much in regards to what will happen next....good things come to those who wait. ;)

Lol. I'll try not to take so long to update this time.


I dnt recall if ive ever commented cuz its been forever since u posted but im gonna go head n comment as a new reader- but im old been reading this since the start
I absolutely LOVE this u and tnicole are amazing
I love the depth and the realness in the stories its like u can see hear and feel everything all the emotions and reactions the homes everything
I love how they've crawled from the bottom to the top n faught to stay there for this long
I admire theyre love for each other it really brings me joy
I hate when they fight tho cuz its like they gun for each other no holding back n even if marriage is about truthfullness some truth is a lil too much truth
I hate that chris is acting that way about the baby especially after everything that happened with marcus
And it was very rude selfish triflin ignorant and cruel for asking her to INTENTIONALLY get rid of a baby because of the state he feels shes in after losing the one she had n feeling like she was the blame
Nothing probably hurt worse
Chris does need to do some thinkin and lala needs to talk her issues out especially if shes going to have her baby
That would b the best in both situations in general n when chris done crying he need to b there for his wife n child n stop bein a pussy
Anywho run it sap not three years later
Please n thank u!


::.Chapter 50.::

A/N: Gahhhh can you believe this is chapter 50?!?!

*No One’s POV*

“No, I can’t do it,” Lala mumbles, sipping on her 9th bottle of water while. Jerking her straw up and down, she releases a frustrated sigh and starts pacing. “How did this happen?”

“Well you see,” Tia starts. “When a man and a woman love each other-“

“Shut up Tia,” Adrienne ‘sings,’ sitting Indian Styled on the plush carpet, while playing with Coco and Puff.

“Well she asked….” Tia mumbles, pulling out her cell.

“She was being sarcastic,” Mickie rolls her eyes and rubs her swollen stomach. “Lala, you have to do it.”

“No, I don’t,” Lala huffs, finishing off her bottle. “s***, I have to pee again,” She starts squirming. “Quick, hand me another one.”

“What?” Ashley sounds, “Lala, no, this’ll be your sixth one.”

Lala rolls her eyes, “Would you just give me the damn test?”

Ashley glances at Mickie to see if she thinks she should do it. “Just give it to her,” Mickie sighs, giving in to her cousin. “It’s the last one anyway.”

Ashley shakes her head and passes Lala the object, “After this, we’re looking Lala.”

“Yeah yea,” Lala mutters, running off to the bathroom and shutting the door, locking it behind her.


“The f*** is up with your living room Drake?” Tyga questions, looking around while walking into the dark room. “Got a nigga feeling like he in some horror movie.”

“Kayla,” Drake answers, shaking his head. “I gave her free reign when it came to decorating the house.”

“Naw see,” Tyga plops down on the sofa, kicking of his shoes. “That was your first mistake. Never give a woman control over anything. Or else they go bat s*** crazy and start talking bout woman power this and sexism that and then-“

“Is this from experience or…” Drake begins, an amused smile on his face.

Tyga flips Drake the bird, “f*** you nigga.” The two laughs off the incident, but the lack of interaction and commentary from their usually energetic friend doesn't go by the two friends.

“Aye Chris,” Drake starts, noticing how distant his friend is. “You aight?”

No response.

“Chris?” Tyga tries.

Still no response.

“Chris!” They both say in unison and a little louder than before, but Chris remains seated with that dejected look upon his handsome face.

Both men frown slightly, but an idea crosses Tyga’s mind, “Aye, what up Lala?”

That does the trick.

Chris shoots up from his chair and searches around for his wife,
“Where she at?” Chris asks, glancing at his friends.

“She ain't.” Drake answers.

An irritated look crosses Chris’s face as he travels over to the kitchen and pulls a Wine Cooler out the fridge, “That s*** ain't funny.”

“It wasn't meant to be,” Tyga shrugs, “It was meant to get your attention.” He comments, walking over to Drake to join Chris in the kitchen.

“What you mean?” Chris questions.

“What we mean is yo special ass straight up spaced out on us.” Drake informs.

A beat. “Really?” Both men nod in confirmation and Chris releases a heavy breath as he buries his face in the palms of his hands, “I ain’t mean to….I just got a lot on my mind right now.”

“Is it Lala related?” Tyga asks tentatively, and Chris nods without looking up.

“Ya’ll fight or something?” Drake presses. “Is that why we all stuck over here why the girls up at your place?”

“Speak for yourself nigga. I ain't stuck.” Tyga sucks his teeth, and scoffs arrogantly. “I could go over there right now if I wanted to and get my woman. Believe that.”

“Nigga please,” Drake rolls his eyes, “You know before you even got yo skinny ass through the front door, Ashley would be up and waiting with a knife and send you back in slices.”

“f*** you man,” Tyga glares. “I ain't scared of that bit-“

“Would you two just shut the f*** up?” Chris groans, looking up at his two friends with an intense glare. “s***, ya’ll is worse than the damn dogs…” Chris shakes his head and pauses for a moment before continuing, “Aye, have ya’ll ever heard of RTS?”

A beat. “No, I don’t think so.”

Tyga adds on, “What is it? Like, does it stand for something?”

“Rape Trauma Syndrome,” Drake answers, blackberry in hand. His eyes scan over the device as he silently reads, before looking up at Chris with a pained expression. “You don’t think…you don’t think Lala has this….do you?”

By now, Tyga has pulled up RTS on his iPhone and quickly skims the article on it, “Yeah, I mean….Lala seems fine to me.”

“Keyword being seems…” Chris sighs, preparing to fill them in on the events leading up to his hypothesis. “Last night…..”


“Oh my...,” Lala mumbles, looking down at the positive sign. She bites her lip nervously and proceeds to place the test in the ziplock bag with the rest.

She snatches the bag off the counter and swings the door open to reveal the expecting faces of her friends.

“Well?” Ashley asks, after a few seconds of silence. “What do they say?”

Lala looks down with a solemn look and that seems to signal her answer.

The four girls look at her sympathetically and move to hug her.

Lala suddenly holds up her bag free hand in a defensive manner, “One at a time…..can’t have all ya’ll squeeze me at once….” A smile forms on her face as she holds up the bag, “Might harm the baby.”

An eruption of squeal, shrieks, and screams sound from the group of woman as their eyes land on the Ziploc bag of positive pregnancy tests. Ashley and Mickie immediately start raving about a baby shower, while Adrian and Tia speculate what the baby’s gender will be.

“Don’t you guys think it’s a little early for all of this?” Lala laughs, “I mean, I haven’t even told Chris yet.”

“Girl ain’t nobody got time for that!” Tia waves off Lala’s comment, “As long as you know who the baby daddy is-“

“Oh my gosh, can you be any more ignorant?” Adrienne groans, “He’s not the baby daddy; he’s the child’s father.”

“Same difference.” Ashley rolls her eyes, “They both mean the same thing…he gon be a parent.”

Lala clears her throat.

Mickie chuckles, “Oh yeah you too Lala.”

Lala laughs, shakes her head and places her hand over her soon to be expanding stomach, “I’m going to have a baby….”


A little under two hours and Chris receives a call from his wife informing him that he can come home now. He’s somewhat taken back by how excited and…..happy she seems. Still, he obliges and heads back to the house. The car ride is silent as Chris think over on last night events. The fear in her voice, on her face, and the fact that she honestly had no idea who he was is still rolling around in his head.

Pulling up into the garage, Chris locks his car and heads into the house. He heads up the stairs and into his room to find her sitting on their bed with a smile on her face.


“Hey,” he replies back, “Is everything-“

“I have something to tell you.” She cuts him off, standing up while playing with her fingers.

“Really?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “That’s cool; I have something I wanna talk with you about too.”

“Oh..” Chris’s somber mood doesn't go by Lala so she decides to tell her news first to cheer him up. “I’ll go first.”

“Actually I-“ Chris is cut off by Lala rushing off to their bathroom before returning with her hands behind her back, clearly hiding something.

He looks at her quizzically, “What’s th-“

“I tried to come up with a creative way to tell you, but all the ideas I had just didn't seem right. Then I was thinking of waiting to tell you when we get to Trinidad so I can share it with my family too, but I then I thought you’d like to be the first to find out…well…actually you’re not even the first but-“

“Breathe Chanel,” Chris cuts off her rambling, cracking a small smile while pushing a string of hair out her face.

“Sorry, I just….” Her smile widens and she blushes, “Never mind.” She moves her hands and slowly reveals the object in her hand to him.

He looks down at the ziplock bag and his eyes go wide, “Are those….”

“Yup.” She says happily, “They’re all positive.”

“You’re pregnant…” He says lowly, eyes glued to the bag of pregnancy tests.

Lala’s smile falters at the tone in his voice and the look on his face, “You don’t sound too excited.”

He doesn't say anything and instead walks past her to place the bag on his dresser.

“You’re not excited?” It’s meant to be a question, but it comes out as a statement.

“I am excited,” he quickly defends, looking up at her sympathetically.

“Well you certainly have a funny ass way of showing it.” She scoffs bitterly, crossing her arms over her chest. “I thought…I thought…I thought that you’d be happy.” She adds with emotion.

“I am happy Chanel,” he corrects, “I just….I don’t think a baby is what we need right now.”

“Not what we need?” Lala gapes, “Are you saying my being pregnant is an inconvenience?”

“No,” He states boldly, “I’m just saying the timing isn't right. You and I….we have a lot of things we need to work on….” He sighs. “You need help Chanel….I don’t think <em>you’re</em> in the right frame of mind to be a mother right now.”

“Where is all this coming from?” Lala looks at her husband with astonishment, “Is this about last night?” She questions desperately, moving to place her hands on Chris’s chest. “I’m sorry about that, I really am. I didn't mean to….it just happened, but I think that this baby could be just what we need.”

“Bae,” Chris says gently, looking down at his wife. “You have a lot on your plate right now I think a pregnancy would just be too overwhelming.”

“What are you trying to say Chris?” She asks quietly, “That you don’t want this baby?” Her voice rises an octave, “Well I hate to break it to you, but I’m already pregnant and that’s not going to change, whether you want it to or not.”

He breaks eye contact with her and looks away. Lala gasps and jerks away from him, “You’re not…..” She trails off, trying to convince herself otherwise. “You’re not suggesting I get an abortion…are you?” Silence. “You bastard!” She yells, feeling her tears trying to form. “You would have me KILL our baby?!”

“You wouldn't be killing it Chanel,” Chris defends lowly, trying to maintain his cool. “Abortion isn't murder.”

“f*** it isn't!” She screams, placing her hands on her head. “I can’t believe you right now, how can you be so Goddamn selfish?!”

“I’m selfish?!” Chris yells back, “The one whose been there for you, nor matter what, these past few months. Dealing with your mood swings, your rants, your this and that and you have the f***ing nerve to call me selfish? f*** that! You’re the one whose selfish for wanting to bring a child in this world when you’re not even mentally stable your damn self!”


Lala’s slap leaves Chris’s left cheek slightly red and the stare at each other without saying a word.

Finally, Lala looks down as she feels her eyes start to mist.

“We need a break.”

Her head shots up at those words, “What?”

“You clearly need some time to clear your head…..and so do I,” He informs quietly, grabbing his car keys and cell off the dresser. “I need time to think Layla.”

Him calling her by her legal name makes Lala realize how serious he is about this. “Think? Think about what? Me? Our marriage? The baby?” She doesn’t even bother trying to hold back the tears anymore.

Chris pauses at the door and without even looking back, he answers lowly, “Everything,” before leaving out and slamming the door.

Lala slides to the floor and sobs for what seems like hours before grabbing her phone and quickly dialing a number, “Hello, can you tell me when the soonest flight out to Trinidad is……..not roundtrip…”


Now before you kill me for making you wait so long for this and for making it so sad, might I suggest you listen to Florence & The Machine’s “Shake It Out”?

<em>It’s always darkest before the dawn….</em>

RUN IT!!!!

Heeeeeeeeeey Kianna!!!!!

yaaaaayyyy, my baby is back! :D & you decided to add too? OMG. That add was cute, especially the flashback. I picture that scene in my head, what a lovely cherished moment for them to have. They were so in love & his acting as if they didnt have a care in the world. They fit together so well--even after the years. As for the present part of the add--I'm glad she coming back to her normal state of mind versus how she was acting earlier--maybe she needs to seek help from Lydia in order to confide in Chris and her family what's her issue. She needs help, very quickly. As for her rubbing her breast, what are they? Tender or some shxt? damn. She has to be expecting? Her chest couldn't be hurting and she be SMILING about it? She must be feeling the exact same symptoms she experienced with her first pregnancy? :O OMG! Can it be? Can she be expecting? Oh! If she is, OMG! OMG! I wanna know, and just wait till Chris finds out! He'll probably cry, jump for joy, wanna attack her tummy. lol, just I'm running with this! Whatever the hell is wrong with her, it has to be good. Hmmmmmmm, I'm like Chris--hell, I wanna find out ASAP too!

As for you Abby, where have you been gal? Damn. It's been WEEKS since you've been online, yet alone added. Smh, I hope everything is going okay! & it's just your stupid ass forgetting about this, but I'm glad you thought about it & added! Yay! <3 & heeyyyyyyyyyyyyy Tia!

Add to this ASAP.
I wanna know, I wanna know! <3

On my phone so I apologize for any errors in advance! and this might not be very long b/c I'm on my phone

The first add, God, it almost brought me to tears. I really want to know wants going on not only mentally but emotionally with her because I kind of feel that's it's more emotion than mental because I know she's not crazy! She's just dealing with so much it seems, too much. Let go and let God would be a good song for her to listen to on repeat with everything she's dealing with. I really hope that Chris will be there for her! Poor thing! And who <em> is</em> Lala mad at? But leaving me and my Ace to " babysit " the house was a baaaaad ass idea!!!! Lol

Oh my goodness!!!! My hair looks just like that when i wash it! Smh......I can't man. I hate seeing myself like that I don't know what I'd do if my boyfriend saw me like that!!! But Lala is telling the truth! It takes about that long to do my hair because it's so thick and it's long that's why I have to dedicate like a whole day to just washing and straightening out my hair, it's horrible! And I love their little cute arguments! Lol and Chris you not supposed to agree w/ her! Don't wanna call you a dumbass because you get upset lol but yeah! And awww poor Lala those hoes was just mad because you got a fat ass; something they don't, and some big boobs; something they don't lol! I bet them same hoes would be all s***s and giggles in yo face now when they find out who yo nigga is! It's ok! And awwww he loves her! Her ass ain't even realize he said it lmaooo funny!

Look at them being all cute and stuff! So cute! And man Lala why the hell you can't just let him sneak up on you? Lol yo ass........and I thought it was funny when he stated the damn obvious. That s*** is always funny to me. And ummm we would have been fighting if that nigga had of gotten paint in my hair! Hell no!!! And I know Lala's head hurts from crying so much cause I know mine does when I cry a lot. And I know how Chris feels, I've been in that position when I just feel helpless, hopeless....... It's sad, depressing. And I'm glad she woke up with a smile despite the situation! And YEEEESS!!!! She's pregnant! We been knew this! I can't waaaait!

Sorry I haven't been commenting! I don't know where the hell I've been seriously!

Run it!!!

Where have I BEEEN?!?!!!! Ok I'm abOut to read now!!