𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 | 𝙎𝘽

034.

Trevon sat back on the couch, a cloud of smoke hanging in the air as he passed the blunt to Terry. His friends Casada and Terry were there, laughing and talking about his upcoming album. The vibe was chill, filled with the kind of conversations that came from years of friendship.

"Aye, man, that new track you put out? Fire," Casada said, exhaling a puff of smoke and nodding his head to an imaginary beat. "You really out here doin' it big."

Trevon grinned, feeling a swell of pride. "You already know, bruh. This album gon' take me to the next level. Everybody gon' see what's up when it drop."

Terry leaned back, taking a hit. "Yeah, you got the streets buzzin'. But what's up with you and Kayli, though? Y'all good?"

Trevon's smile faltered a bit. He tried to play it off, shrugging. "It's whatever, man. She doin' her thing, I'm doin' mine. I ain't got time to be stressin' over that right now. Got too much goin' on with this music."

Just as Casada was about to speak, a loud bang echoed through the house, cutting through the haze of smoke and laughter. All three of them froze, looking at each other, their relaxed demeanor replaced by alertness.

"What the hell was that?" Terry asked, his eyes darting toward the door.

Trevon frowned, standing up. "I don't know, but I'm 'bout to find out," he said, making his way to the door. He peeked through the peephole, his heart sinking when he saw who it was. He opened the door slowly, coming face-to-face with his mother, her face a mask of anger and disappointment.

"Mama?" Trevon said, surprised. "What you doin' here?"

Anita didn't waste a second. She pushed past him into the house, her expression fierce. "What I'm doing here? I came to talk some sense into you, boy!" she snapped, her voice cutting through the room like a knife.

She looked around, noticing Casada and Terry sitting on the couch, the blunt still in Terry's hand. "And I see you sitting here, smoking and joking, like you ain't got no damn responsibilities!"

Trevon closed the door, trying to keep his cool. "Mama, chill. What's goin' on? Why you all mad?"

Anita turned to face him, her eyes blazing. "Why I'm mad? I just spent the whole day with Kayli, and she told me how you been acting. Ain't been to no doctor appointments, ain't been there for her, and you sitting here thinkin' you some big rap star! You think being Skilla Baby mean something? That don't mean shit if you can't be a man and take care of your responsibilities!"

Trevon's face hardened, feeling the sting of her words. "Mama, I'm workin' on my career, tryin' to get right. You know this music stuff ain't easy. I'm doin' what I gotta do."

Anita stepped closer, her expression unyielding. "And what about Kayli? What about your baby, Trevon? You think they just gon' wait around while you play superstar? That girl's out there scared and alone, and you sitting here like nothing matters but your damn album?"

Casada and Terry exchanged uncomfortable glances, feeling the tension in the room. Terry cleared his throat, trying to ease the situation. "Yo, Mrs. Anita, T been workin' real hard, you know. He just tryin' to make sure he can provide, you feel me?"

Anita shot Terry a sharp look. "And who you think you are, speaking for my son?" she snapped, her tone fierce. "This ain't about money or providing. This about showing up, about being there. You think I raised him to be some deadbeat?"

Trevon's jaw clenched, frustration boiling over. "Mama, I'm doin' the best I can. I can't be everywhere at once. I'm tryin' to make it out here."

Anita shook her head, her disappointment clear. "The best you can? That's a damn excuse, Trevon. You need to get your head outta your ass and see the bigger picture. You got a woman who loves you, carryin' your child, and you out here acting like you still some kid from the block. Grow up! This music, this Skilla Baby shit, it's nothing if you can't be a man first."

Her words hit Trevon like a punch to the gut. He looked away, feeling a mix of shame and anger. He knew his mom was right, but admitting that was another thing.

He hated how things had turned out, hated the distance between him and Kayli, but he didn't know how to fix it.

Anita softened a bit, seeing the conflict in his eyes. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Look, baby, I know you wanna do right by your career. I get it. But you gotta balance that with doing right by your family. You can have both, but you gotta make the effort. Kayli's hurting, and she needs you. Your child needs you. Don't wait till it's too late to realize what's important."

Trevon sighed, running a hand over his face. "Aight, Mama. I hear you. I'll...I'll talk to her, okay? I'll figure it out."

Anita nodded, satisfied but still stern. "Good. 'Cause I didn't come all the way over here just to see you throw your life away. You better start acting like the man I know you can be."

Just as Anita was about to walk out the door, she turned back to Trevon, her eyes narrowing with that fierce motherly look that always made him feel like a kid who'd been caught sneaking out past curfew.

"And let me tell you something else," Anita said, her voice firm. "You better be at Kayli's next appointment. You hear me? If you ain't there, I swear to God, I'll come down here and whoop your ass myself. I ain't playing, Trevon. You got responsibilities now. Step up and act like it."

Trevon swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "Aight, Mama. I hear you. I'll be there," he promised, knowing better than to argue with her when she was like this.

Anita gave him one last stern look, then nodded. "Good. Now get your act together, boy," she said before finally turning and walking out the door.

As soon as she was gone, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate, and both Casada and Terry burst into laughter, shaking their heads.

"Man, your mama don't play!" Casada said, still chuckling. "I thought she was 'bout to smack all three of us upside the head!"

Terry nodded, grinning. "Yo, Ms. Anita is the only person I've ever seen who can scare you. She's a straight-up G, for real. I ain't messin' with her."

Trevon couldn't help but crack a smile, despite the serious talk he'd just had with his mom. "Y'all fools don't know nothin'. She been like that my whole life," he said, shaking his head. "Ain't nobody scarier than my moms when she's mad."

Casada laughed harder. "Bro, I felt like a kid again, sittin' there all quiet, hopin' she don't notice me. But for real, she's right, T. You gotta handle your business with Kayli."

Trevon nodded, the laughter fading as he thought about what his mom had said. "Yeah, I know," he said quietly. "I gotta make this right. I can't keep messin' around. Got too much at stake now."

Terry slapped him on the back, giving him a supportive grin. "That's the spirit, man. Just handle it. You got this. We all got your back, you know that."

Trevon nodded, feeling a mix of determination and a bit of fear about facing Kayli again. But he knew it was time. He couldn't keep running away from his responsibilities.

As Terry and Casada continued to talk, Trevon couldn't help but zone out and think of his relationship with Kayli. He didn't like the route they were going, especially with a brand new baby on the way. It was so many things they needed to talk about especially if they wanted to be together.

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First Off, Ms. Anita Don't Play About Her Grand-baby! 😭

Also, I know some of my readers don't like what's happening so far between Kayli and Trevon but I promise it'll get better. ✨

And Last but not least, I want this story to be realistic about pregnancy. A lot of books tend to write about pregnancy like it's always peaches and cream and it's not most of the time. Trevon and Kayli are both examples of that! Problems will arise and that's okay. Until Next Time Everyone! ✨