She's dead. She's actually dead. I made sure this time checking every pulse in her body.
"Baby....baby...Brooklyn!" I heard Dre yelling at me. I jerked up and saw myself drenched in sweat. What the hell??
"What happened?" I asked rubbing my forehead.
"You were having a bad dream" Dre said pulling me towards him and kissing my cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked worried.
"I'm fine" I said snuggling against his chest. He slowly started falling asleep and I just watched him. What was that dream about?
*Next Day*
"Is it bad that, I never made love? No I never did it. But I sure know how to fuck" I was cookingbsome grilled cheese sandwiches for my kids and Dre while singing Bad by Wale. Lawd that's my song.
"Let's get it uh. Bad girls aint no good. Good girls ain't no fun. Hood girls want a smart nigga. College girls all want a thug" Dre said rapping Wales part. I started laughing.
"Baby shut up. Kids come eat!" I was proud to be saying that after that dream last night. They ran in and started eating. I love my family.
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