October 3rd
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"Easton's Awakening"

"Mm Baby, how's work been doing for ya you haven't been in the house lately." Erika had got on top of me as the sunset came up. "It's cool I've been at the other house trying to get some things done since I've been on tour." I lied a bit.

"Mhmmm don't act like I don't know you David Brewster your my husband." She rolled her eyes getting off of me.

"What you talkin bout Rika?" I shrugged getting up pulling up my sagged shorts.

"You probably been partying with a whole bunch of them groupies especially if Dre's been with you but I don't suspect you of nothing more drastic." She said.

"Ain't no fuckin groupies around me Ri and if you know me so well you wouldn't even be saying that shit." I waved her off.

Rika followed me as I walked inside the bathroom. She tugged on my shorts while I grab my toothbrush and turned the water on. I noticed how big her stomach had grown she was about to pop any day now.

"I'm sorry Dave shit I just miss you being with me all the time and it hurts sometimes not seeing you come back home to me." She grab some oil and started to rub her stomach.

A whole bunch of stuff went through my mind especially being with Dylan. I was having a whole affair outside of my marriage. I didn't why I couldn't just say I was married but Dylan gave me some other type of spark that I missed. It felt like I was in love all over again. Being with Erika so long made me lose a lot of my affection and love towards her through all the arguments and fights shit kind of hurts after a while. I was going to be hurting two woman and I might as well be dead in a couple of months once one of them finds out.

"I completely understand Erika ima be back home when the baby is here I promise you with that." I said grabbing her waist.

I kissed her forehead as my hand moved down her back rubbing it in circles. The other hand moved to her butt. She squirmed a bit at my touch it's been a while since we've been affectionate. It felt as if I knocked her up and left.

"No sex remember I'm 8 months already." She whispered in my ear and said.

"Yeah I figured our little girl gon be here soon anyway it ain't going to be no sex for a while." I told her grabbing my belt and putting on.

"Boy you know how sneaky you is anyway I know you miss this kitty a lot so maybe after 2 months or so I give it back." Erika tried spread her legs out a bit. I chuckled at her struggling. "It's aight babe I got ya." I said.

I put my shirt on I had to go to the studio to record for a feature I had got put on with. I'm now in a label so Dylan quitting actually paid off. I mean I was kind of fucking the shit out of her so I can see why she couldn't deal seeing me all the time.

"You leaving?" Erika said.

"Yeah ima hit the studio then probably make a few stops afterwards I'm coming home to you though so no worries." I said.

My phone started to go off as I quickly grabbed it before Erika did. I waved her off as she waddled away on the bed. It was Dylan. If Rika saw this shit she would've flipped. I let the phone ring while I silenced the ringer on it.

"Who was that?" Rika asked.

"It was Dre." I said putting my keys in my pocket.

I walked over to her side kissing her cheek as she kind of nudged it a bit but she gave in after.

"Have a great day baby." She said.

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"Nigga we've been waiting took your ass long enough." Dre said as we dapped each other up when I walked in the studio.

I noticed Dylan sitting far away on the couch with her legs crossed all up in her phone.

"What's up with her?" I asked Dre. He shrugged his shoulders as he threw out his blunt. "She been acting all nonchalant since she got here." He said.

"How much time we got P?" I asked my producers as he swiveled around in his chair.

"You on in about 20 minutes." He said.

In the meantime I took a seat by Dylan scooting a little close to her. She mushed my arm as I tried to throw it around her. "Don't even try it East I'm not in the mood." She said rolling her eyes.

"So who fucked up your cereal today?" I asked her.

She looked at me and then went back to her phone. I snatched her phone out of her hand and threw it on the other side of the couch.

"Fuck is you doing? give me back phone." She tried to reach over me for it but she failed doing so.

"Aht Ah not until you tell me what's up with you." I said. Dylan quietly took a seat back down as everybody else in the room stared at her. "You ain't pick me up from work so now what give me back my phone idiot." She said.

"I had shit to do Dyl and I made that clear to you I even texted you that I might not be able to pick you up and if I did it was gon be late as hell." I went on.

Dylan shrugged. "It doesn't even matter anymore I had my co worker drop me off." She grabbed the phone away from me. "You didn't answer any of my call nor texts so I have the right to be mad at you Easton." She said.

"You talking bout that light skin ass bitch?" I asked her.

"First off he's not a bitch and yes that "lightskin" got a problem with it?" Dylan said rolling her neck slightly. I was surely getting tired of her attitude and after this studio session she was definitely about to get the works. "Yeah aight say less Dyl." I told her getting up and hopping in the booth.

I adjusted the mic to my liking as my producer was getting ready. I took out my notebook that was in my bag flipping through pages of lyrics that weren't used yet. I had wrote some down for this song but it wasn't showing up.

I looked up at Dylan waving a ripped out piece of paper in her hand. She walked in here giving it to me gently. In my mind I wanted to choke the shit out of her but instead I just grabbed it.

"Say less." She whispered in my ear and then left out of the booth.

"We ready?" My producer gave me a thumbs up and I provided one back in return.

The beat flew out into my headphones and I could already feel the vibrations flowing through my head as I bopped to the rhythms of it. I slowly closed my eyes and let the words just slip through my tongue.

"I was popping blue devils, Coach K ain't recruit me
I skipped right to Balmain ain't copped too many Nudie's
Ten cars outside, and they all foreign
Took a Gem Star, went to school like y'all don't want it
I was Bishop in the hall when he pressed Q
Balenciagas sweatsuits, too many losses they won't respect you
Money get low, watch how quick them bitches neglect you
He paid 38 for a brick, it felt special
But a nigga like me, I don't know no other
Pillow cases with the horses match the Polo covers
The Aston Martin was the same color as cocoa butter
Pack on me by myself, I was a dolo pumper."

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To be continued..

This one is short I know... I'm sorry love y'all though🥺