The Personal Trainer's Ex-Girlfriend

Who's This?

Kehlani

Five hours after allowing Blake to spend time with our daughter at the Air Trampoline Sports, which is an indoor trampoline park; it's time to go. Tessa gets in the car while I guard a seatbelt from the car seat in front of Harper prior to my butt making contact with a bulge behind me. I swiftly whirl around to face Blake, who has a simper displaying on his face. "So, Key," He begins and scratches the small of his neck. "Do you have f*******: or a new number, so in that way I can keep in contact with you about Tessa?" Blake asks.

"Yeah, I do." I say as I use my phone to go on my f*******: profile as well as showing him my official profile on one of the social media websites. "Oh, okay. I will send you a friend request after I set up Kelly and Theo's clothes in their bedrooms. How are your brothers, by the way?" Blake curiously asks.

Taking a sharp, deep breath, my nails scrape the back of my neck as I sense something uncomfortable about how my brothers would feel about Tessa, Harper, and I bump into my baby's daddy today. "Well, my brothers still want to beat you up." I note with a slight chuckle. An embarrassing smug display on his lips while he begins to chortle nervously.

"That sounds just like them! How are your parents? No! How is your Dad? Even though, our moms went out last night with my Aunt Lauren and Aunt Betty." Blake corrects himself. "My parents split up, yet he's doing great. The other day; my brothers, our Dad, and I went to the tattoo shop for Kevin's birthday. And all of a sudden, some guy was like, 'That's Deebo from the movie, Friday! Can I get your autograph, man?'" I imitate a low, gruff voice and Blake instantly begins guffawing.

"Your Dad really does look like him, I'm not gonna lie. Even, my Cousin Steven thinks so!"

"Oh, my gosh! That is what people are saying!" My hands slap against my thighs and I giggle, not expecting an unanticipated snort that comes out of me. Embarrassed, I cease my laughter immediately. With his eyes widening before they gleam with the assistance of the sun just as the corners of his mouth turns up. "You still have that snort that I once... Anyway, Key. I just want to say thank you for letting me spend quality time with our daughter today." Blake credits.

"No problem, Blake. I can't further Tessa away from you because you are her father after all." I positively assure before we say goodbye to each other and his two children prior to me getting in the car. Placing my hand over the pounding of my heart like a hammer, my breathing accelerates around the same time my eyes slowly shut as well as inhaling and exhaling the nervousness I am experiencing after seeing him after all these years.

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"Hey, everyone! This is your home girls, Kehlani and Tessa—"

"And Harper!" My eyes roam at the corner of the room just as Harper skips towards us and sits beside me while she picks at the chipping scarlet nail polish on her nails. Genuinely chuckling, I look back up at the tripod supporting the camera. "And today, the three of us are going to show you what I had just picked out for the girls when they go back to school from the Smith Haven Mall. So," I sustain and clasp my fingers together before I gladly respond, "Let's get it started!" I complete by snapping my fingers into a thumb and wink at the camera.

I take out a pair of Tessa and Harper's clothes from the bag, handing them their garments as Harper goes to the bathroom while Tessa goes to her bedroom as they change. Minutes later, they come out of the rooms in their new clothes of the year. While the camera is functioning, I use my phone to capture pictures of them modeling in their attires and let me tell you all; Harper poses like an professional model by jutting her hip out and resting one of her hands on her hip just as she blows a kiss at the camera. How does a four year old know that kind of stance? Just as I snap another shot of them, I feel the vibration on the palm of my hand as the buzzing sensation cause me to glance down at the caller ID, only to see my Mom is calling me.

"Hold on, you guys," I tell and press the answer icon, putting my phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Kehlani Monroe Brown," Mom begins with a grim tone. "Who is that on f*******:, saying they're friends with you? What grown ass man calls himself that kind of name on f*******:?" Confused, I question, "Mom, what do you mean? I'm actually doing a video right now. And after I'm done, I'm bringing the girls with me, so we can go to your house." I assure.

A prolonging sigh sends waves to my ears as my Mom sternly speaks, "All right, you better get your behind over here after you guys are done." With that, she hangs up and I shut my phone off, proceeding making the video until it ends prior to syncing the previous moments of today's fashion haul into my Final Cut Pro software along with editing and naming the video, the Back to School Fashion Haul before it is uploaded on YouTube. I notify the girls that we're going to my Mom's house and one of them goes to the bathroom while the other goes to the bedroom to change back into their ensemble of today. I pick up my phone from my lap when both girls exit the rooms as well as the three of us departing the apartment complex with my keys in my hand in addition to putting Harper in her car seat while she and Tessa are sitting in the back passenger seat with the protection of the seatbelts across their torsos just as I open the door for the front driver's seat and getting in before starting the car and reaching to our destination.

Eighteen Minutes Later...

Minutes after pulling up to the curb in front of the single family detached home, I inform the girls that we arrive to my Mom's residence. I remove the seatbelt from my torso, remove the key from the ignition around the same time music stops playing on my radio as well as the engine. Grabbing my phone from the front empty passenger seat, I unlock all doors while I hear the door opening behind me. "Stay on the driveway, guys." I tell the girls just as I exit the vehicle and go around to open the door for Harper. She already unfastens her seatbelt and she leaps out of the car just as her feet lands on the concrete. I shut the door and walk to the door with the girls eagerly running to the front door. Once I approach towards the door, the door already opens back to expose a scowling woman standing with her arms crossing in front of her chest. She promptly beams at the girls to enter the house before her smile fades into her lips twisting along with her nose. She then wags her finger, gesturing for me to enter her abode.

As soon as I set foot into the house, the first thing that I nearly forget is to lock the doors of my Toyota Highlander and after I putting the doors on lock, I face my Mom, who has her phone in her hand while her hand rests on her hip. "Kehlani Monroe Brown, just like in our conversation through the phone, I want to know who that guy thinks he is for having such name on Facebook." Mom discusses. I turn my phone on to go on the official f*******: website, only to find five notifications, one message that is illuminating in white, and a friend request is awaiting for me to either accept or decline. My finger taps onto the icon to merely see a normal person with a peculiar username for social media. "Lilwayne Davis?" I read aloud. Feeling discombobulated, my eyebrows furrow at his username because who names themselves after a rapper?

"Yes, Kehlani. Who on earth is Lilwayne Davis," Mom enormously dares. "Well, I know for one Lilwayne Davis did not pay any of our bills." Beginning to snicker, my head lowers to avert from her stern expression. "Kehlani Monroe Brown! Head up and eyes up!" Mom orders as I do what she tells me to do. "I'm about to go find that rapper-wannabe fool. Watch the kids." I turn my phone back on to press my finger onto the profile picture only to perceive an image of Blake kneeling to meet their heights along with swathing each of his arms around Kelly and Theodore. The three of them grin as if they're grinning at the viewer, who looks at their profile picture.

"Mom!" I call and peer at a door that is ajar, only to see my Mom yelling at the bystanders, "Which one of you is Lilwayne Davis?!" Her booming voice echoes, causing the bystanders to glance at my Mom with a confused expression on their faces. I run out of the house to catch up with her. "Mom, Lilwayne is Blake!" I remind her and turn my phone back on after its nap. "See?" I prove along with tapping my finger onto the 'confirm' button before showing my Mom a picture of him, Kelly, and Theodore.

"Why did he send you a friend request?" Mom calmly queries that matches her tranquil gaze of interest on the subject.

"Because we ran into each other at the Abercrombie and Fitch store at the Smith Haven Mall. He even told me that he'll send me a friend request, so he could spend a fair spare time with Tessa." I elucidate. Mom runs her fingers from both hands and combs through her tresses before she begins pacing back and forth. "KeKe, it has been years and he really deserves to see his growing princess after you withheld him."

Perturbed and somewhat offended, I correct, "I didn't withheld him from seeing Tessa, Mom. It's his wife that withheld him from seeing her!" I cross my arms in front of my chest while my eyes roll skyward.

"My bad, sweetie! My bad," Mom apologizes, putting the palms of her hands in a surrender gesture before her arm drapes around me, softly rubbing my arm up and down. "Hold on a minute, " Mom begins, "Is his wife the woman, who broke your relationship up in the first place?"

Drawing an intake of breath through gritting teeth, I reluctantly answer with a monotonous, "Yeah."

"And, Lani? When you see or hear from Blake, can you please tell him to change his f*******: username? It's making me wonder if he's trying to be gangster and your brothers still want to jump him." Mom honestly pleads. Humorously chuckling, I nod my head to agree with her. "Yes, Mom. He probably has that username because that is one of his favorite artists."