Stay Down ᥫ᭡ Girls Like Me Sequel

SDWN 45

Kehlani - Everything

Allure held Avi in her lap as they waited for Kyren to come back in the car. Avi was getting in the habit of not wanting to be in the car seat for too long, and although Allure knew she needed to let her get used to being in it, it just pained her to hear her baby crying. "You just wanna see everything that's going on up here...nosey self." Allure chuckled.

She still often looked at her baby in disbelief, in her words, she had a "whole baby now." Kyren lightly tapped on the glass, signaling for her to unlock the doors, which snapped her out of her daze. She pressed the button on the right of her to unlock the door.

"Chunk trynna drive the car and shit." Kyren spoke, Allure lightly chuckled. "She was getting fussy in the car seat." She spoke as she got out the car to put her back in the seat, "You gotta let her sit it out bae, or she gone cry every time she get in the car seat cause she know you'll pick her up." Kyren explained. Allure prayed that since she got to be in her mommy's hands for a bit she wouldn't get fussy this time. "I know I know." Allure waved him off.

Once Allure hopped back in the passenger seat, she fastened her seatbelt and grabbed her phone out of the cup holder.

She went to her Instagram app and clicked the explore page, she looked at a lot of nursery inspiration so that's what mostly filled her explore page. She scrolled and scrolled until something caught her eye, her maternity photos were posted on a blog page and had a hundred thousand likes. "Look." Allure spoke as she pushed her phone to Kyren's face. After he stopped at a red light he finally looked over.

"Who posted it?" Kyren questioned, Allure shrugged, "A blog." She replied as she clicked on the comments, surprised to see more love than hate—everybody knew how the comments on blogs could get. Personally, she didn't follow any blogs. It just wasn't the media she wanted to consume, she honestly felt bad that celebrities had to surrender so much of their privacy and have heartbreaking things be turned into headlines to become someone else's entertainment.

"I'm not surprised—we looked good as fuck." Kyren spoke as he merged onto the highway, Allure agreed. She'd never get over how good the theme came together. It was gonna be hard to top this for her next pregnancy, but she was up for the challenge.

"We're homeeee." Allure sang as Kyren pulled into the driveway of their new home, they hadn't officially moved in yet, since they were still packing but decided to start decorating so that the work load could be easier when they moved in. They planned to tackle Chunk's room first since she had all of her furniture and decor. Allure waited until Kyren got the stroller from the trunk to get out the car, she migrated Avi out the car seat and into the stroller.

Luckily Kyren already put Avi's furniture together, all Allure had to do was tell him exactly where she wanted the dresser, bassinet,and changing table placed. "I ain't have no room this big till I moved out." Kyren announced, Allure briefly chuckled.

"That shit make me feel accomplished though—I want our kids to get everything we didn't growing up." He added, Allure nodded her head in agreement.

"At work one time we were having a discussion about buying your child a car when they turn 16 or not, and one of my coworkers was talking about how her daughter has to earn a car and basically she's not helping her child get a car in any way—she said it builds character." Allure explained, Kyren slightly made up his face.

"That's lame—all my kids first car on me, it's only right." He replied, "Anything after that is on them unless the car fuck up or something." He added.

"Mama bought your first car?" Allure questioned as she hung the throw blanket over Chunk's crib. "Yep—I had me a lil Chevy Impala, it was all black." Kyren replied. Allure moved around the room decorating exactly how she planned it in her head. They finally came around to decorating the belly cast a few days ago, and decided to use it as decoration in Avi's room.