Yatta's POV

"Shit." I groaned out of frustration.

"You got it, Yatta." My trainer encouraged me.

There's a Recovery Center out here in Vallejo that I've been going to, so I can get back on my feet. I've been with them for almost 2 months now, and I'm starting to see small improvements. I'm able to at least move my legs a little while I'm sitting down and stay standing on my own, but before I joined this center I couldn't do a thing.

My trainer had me laid back on a mat, while on the edge of what looked like a small stage. It wasn't that high up though, so it was safe. I had to try my best and lift my legs up without any help, and I've been struggling with it for a while. They called it Evaluation, but they were just leg lifts to me. I kept getting frustrated with myself, since I couldn't get as high as I wanted. But my trainer and Mamé were by my side, not letting me give up even though I really wanted to.

"Work on your breathing, baby. It helps." Mamé spoke to me, and I knew better then to give up on her.

My trainer carefully held up one of my legs, and had me lift up one leg up at a time. It was harder for me, but I didn't want to give up. After doing a couple more on my right leg and switching to my left, we moved on to the next exercise.

"You've improved so much, from the first month that you were here." My trainer spoke once we finished.

"Really?" I didn't really care much about the small improvements. I'll be satisfied whenI can take a few steps on my own. I twisted open my water bottle cap and downed it. "I don't see much improvement."

"The first day, you weren't even able to move your legs. Yatta, you came a long way." She gave me a small smile.

"Preciate that." I spoke.

"You ready to go?" Mamé came back from the restroom, pulling out her phone. "We gotta pick up Kj from your aunty."

"Yeah." I responded.

We headed out and Mamé helped me into the car, putting my wheel chair in the trunk. It was cold out, so I threw on my hoodie once I got seated. Once she got into the driver seat, she warmed the car up for a little before pulling off.

Since we didn't want to stay long, Mamé called my aunt and she said that she would bring Karl outside. My aunty walked out her front door with Gianna and Karl gripping onto her hands. I smiled once I saw my twin and Cork's twin. They parted from her, and ran full speed to the car. Karl started tripping up a little, so he had to slow down. I opened my door for them, and gave them their hugs. Gianna was staying with us, so Mamé helped my aunt bring her bag out.

"So, how was the center?" My aunt asked.

I shrugged. "It was coo, just tryna get these legs right and tight. Namsayin." I gave her a smile and she laughed.

"I hear you, boy. You taking them pills on the daily?"

"Yes ma'am." I responded, putting Karl down.

"Alright, y'all take care. It's cold out here so y'all better keep my babies warm."

"We will." Mamé and I spoke in unison. "You too, ma." I replied.

"Bye babies." She waved to Gianna and Karl. They did the same, full of energy and ready to eat.

"So where y'all wanna go?" Mamé asked, since they said they wanted to go out to eat.

"Bj's!!" They wasted no time replying, getting excited just mentioning the restaurant. I shook my head and laughed. Mamé let them know that it was okay, and the whole ride there they sang whatever came on the radio, too energized. It was just a whole bunch of jibberish, since Karl didn't know what he was saying yet he yelled at the top of his little lungs.

Mamé parked in the Bj's parking lot and opened the trunk to get my wheelchair, she helped me out, and I sat in my chair as we watched Gianna help Karl out his car seat. I laughed once she tried to carry him, and he refused since he's a big boy now. After turning 1 just last month, he always wants to do everything on his own. Everyone is fine with it, except for Gigi. She used to love carrying him, but now he refuses every time she tries.

His birthday party was a success, and it was all family. Since he loves Batman, we decided to make it a superhero themed party. Kj had so much fun running around and playing with his cousins, he didn't even get mad when Tiggz goofy ass pushed his face into his fake. He just licked it off of himself.

Mamé pushed my wheelchair and I kept Karl in my lap. Gianna held onto my wheelchair as well, and Mamé kept her close. It wasn't packed in the restaurant, so we were quick to get seated. We ordered our drinks, and within 5 minutes they were brought back to us.

"What you gon get, Gigi?" Mamé asked her.

"I wanna grilled cheese." She smiled and I laughed.

"Gianna, we ain't come to Bj's to get a grilled cheese sandwhich. You gotta get something else." Mamé spoke.

"Okay." She read through the kids menu again.

"What you gon get, baby?" I asked Mamé.

"Ima just get chicken alfredo, you?"

"A lul burger, finna tear that hoe up." I rubbed my hands together like Birdman, with a smirk on my face. She shook her head and chuckled, closing her menu.

After giving us some time to think, our waitress came back to take our orders. Gianna changed her mind from the grilled cheese, and got chicken tenders. The waitress jotted down our orders, before asking me for a picture. I took a couple with her, and she thanked me and let us know that our food would be on its way.

After a good 20 minutes of me and Mamé talking, people staring, and Gianna and Karl having their own little conversation, our food was brought to the table and we shut up and tore that shit up. My burger was too damn good, and they all looked like they were enjoying their food. There was no talking at the table, and Mamé's greedy ass started taking some of my fries. I mugged her and she smiled. I tried to snatch her fork from her to get a little something off her plate, but she quickly grabbed it before I could.

"What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine." She shrugged as she continued to eat her food. I shook my head and laughed, focusing on my plate again. She ended up letting me have some anyway.

I finished my food and the rest of them couldn't take anymore of it in. Gianna mentioned dessert, and they asked for pizookie. Mamé got the waitress attention, and we got a Chocolate Chunk Pizookie with two scoops of ice cream on top. I had a couple scoops of it, and was done. It was really chocolatey, and I can't eat it the way I used to. Mamé had a few more spoonfuls than me, before she stopped and let Karl and Gianna finish it. They made a mess all over their mouths, and I helped Mamé clean their faces. After getting the bill and paying for it, we headed out and back to the crib.

Karl and Gianna fell asleep, so Mamé ran my water for a bath. She helped me get out my clothes, before helping me into the tub. I took my bath hella quick, and Mamé helped me out. I dried up and smacked on some lotion while I threw on some sweats and a white T.

An hour later, Mamé opened the door and Jasmine made her way in. Mamé's supposed to be doing her hair, I think she said some braids. After she talked to the kids, she made her way into the living room behind Mamé, taking off her hoodie.

"Lord Jesus." I spoke as she revealed her mane.

"Shut up." She swung and hit me in my arm.

"At least it's yours, fuck." I rubbed my arm as I mugged her. She rolled her eyes and gave Mamé the packets of hair, taking her seat. I watched Mamé as she started on her hair. Since it was detangled and allat, she got straight to business and started parting her hair. They were triangle box braids, and I watched the process of it since I didn't have anything better to do. They talked about a whole bunch of female shit, and I stopped paying attention to them and pulled out my phone.

Gianna and Karl were running around the living room, playing with toys while Mamé warned them about hurting themselves. They didn't listen of course, and Karl ending up falling hard onto the floor. I thought he was gonna start crying, but he worked his way up while Mamé shook her head. He stood himself up, but kept his head in the middle of his legs, looking in between them. Jasmine gasped and Mamé's eyes widened as she rushed to pick him back up.

"Hell nah." She grabbed him by his arm.

"Girl, you pregnant?" Jas asked Mamé as she sat Karl down.

I scrunched my face up and Mamé shook her head. "Pregnant?"

"Hell no." Mamé spoke. "It just happened, that don't mean nobody pregnant tho."

"The hell y'all talkin bout?" I asked, confused on why they brought up pregnancy when Karl just fell.

"Nothing at all." Mamé shook her head and continued to do Jasmine's hair.

"It's a saying or whatever that when babies look in between they legs, somebody pregnant." Jasmine explained.

My eyebrows shot up. "Swear?" I looked around. "Well, who pregnant?"

"Don't look at me." Jasmine was quick to speak.

"I ain't either." Mamé spoke while she finished up the last braid.

I eyed her but sat silent. Even though I be saying I'm gonna give her a baby while we fucking, I didn't really mean right now. I wouldn't mind having another child of course, but not right now. I wanna get back on my feet, so I'll be able to help Mamé with anything and everything. I can't help her take care of another baby when I can't even help myself.

"Yea, ight."

While the hot water boiled for Jasmine's hair, she and Mamé conversed about some other shit I wasn't interested in, and Gianna and Karl watched whatever was on the Tv. I was bored, so I wheeled myself back to the room to turn on something to watch for myself. I let whatever show play while I was deep in thought. I wasn't thinking about anything specific, but my mind was all over the place, just thinking about my life. I scrolled through my instagram for a while, then decided to put my phone away and just relax.

I sat back in my wheelchair and thought about music. I love rapping and shit, but I know I can't do this for the rest of my life. At some point, my lyrics are gonna get repetitive, or there's gonna be more shit to listen to like some younger niggas.

I'm not tryna be 50 years old and still rapping, so I know I'm gonna have to use some money and invest in some shit. My pops already got this Fare Game clothing line going, so I don't wanna do something like that. I'm thinking owning businesses, but the only business I'm thinking with fast money is a Strip Club. That shit would forsure be T'd up, I know that. But I'm still not sure. I'm a young nigga and all, but I can't help but to think about years from now.

Like when Mamé and I have those 5 kids I've always wanted, and a big ass crib. I wasn't playing about those kids, but she don't know that. I know I need to stack this bread right and stop messing around with her. I'm on some serious shit from here on, so if it ain't helping me or my people get better in anyway, I don't want any part. I just don't need my time wasted on any fuck shit, and I'll do my best to make sure of that.

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Y'all I haven't updated in damn near a month 😭 I'm sorry about that. But soooo much has happened these past 4 weeks 🙄. I'll try and update more, but I'm just so busy it don't make no sense 😂. Stop being ghosts tho 😒