Page 56 of This Is Law 3

The girls were in matching strawberry outfits.

Pink strawberry onesies, with red, pink, and white strawberry bottoms, and little strawberry booties on their feet.

A cute, strawberry hat was sitting on their heads, and because they had so much hair, you could see the hair spilling out of the hats.

I looked at them with nothing but love in my eyes, as I listened to my dad talk to them in Spanish, and he even started cooing.

He carried on an entire conversation with them for over five minutes, and then he talked to me for a little while longer.

He assured me that he would call me later to check on us again, and I let him know how much I loved him, and then I tossed the phone back down on the bed.

My dad has been doing pretty good these days.

No more drama and fighting with him at work.

He was completely healed from that, and just working every day, continuing to stay out of trouble.

Every day, I was always wishing that our circumstances were a little different, and that he could be here with us, but I’ve learned to take it for what it was and not dwell on it.

I stared at my babies for a little while longer, and then I reached down, grabbing my throw blanket that was at the foot of the bed, prepared to take a nap right along with them.

The second my head hit the pillow, the bedroom door was opening, and Law was walking in, holding both phones in his hands.

I stared at him in awe, watching him in his black sweatpants, no shirt, and house shoes on his feet.

It was a regular Wednesday, and it was just the four of us home.

The boys were in school. Law had taken a maternity leave from work as well, so that he could be home with me.

This man wasn’t allowing me to do anything on my own.

He was right here, standing in the paint with me, and I couldn’t be happier.

He closed the door behind him, sat his phones down on the dresser, and he walked down to the edge of the bed, put his hands down, leaning over, so he could obsessively stare at the girls. He picked one of his hands up, ran it down each of their faces, as he smiled at them.

“My babies so pretty,” he released, looking at them, and not at me.

Having a man be obsessed with his children was such a turn on. Even with our sons being 16 years old now, Law still called them handsome over twenty times a day and still obsessed over them.

He kissed them on their cheeks, and then came over to me, standing on the side.

“You good, baby?” he wanted to know.

“I’m fine. I’m going to take a nap with them,” I responded.

“Aight. I’ll go downstairs then. I have the baby monitor down there, so if they wake up, I’ll come grab them.

I love this mommy shit on you. I swear I ain’t tripping about this bun that’s been in your hair for the past week, the broken nails, and the chipped nails on your toes.

I ain’t tripping about none of that shit,” he replied, and I laughed, while rolling over to face him.

“Yes, you are. That’s why you said that. I’m going to get my maintenance done on Friday because I know you mean that shit,” I shot, and he smiled.

“Baby, I’m just fuckin with you. You look good. You never have bad days,” he said, and I just rolled my eyes at him.

“You love me? You happy we got our shit together?” he wanted to know, and I smiled.

“I love you so much. Groveling for you was probably the hardest shit that I ever had to do in my life,” I said, and he sucked his teeth.

“Bae, I barely made you grovel. A nigga was supposed to go all out. Have you down on your knees, begging me to come home. I just couldn’t find it in me to do you like that.

Plus, this is where I wanted to be, so it really didn’t take too much convincing.

I’m glad we got our shit together. We got two more beautiful kids out of this. I won’t ask you for no more,” he lied.

“I don’t believe that for a second,” when he laughed, that’s when I knew that I was right.

He leaned in, kissing me all over my face, announcing his love for me again, and he left, leaving the girls, and I in the room together.

God, these last two years felt like the hardest years of my damn life.

At one point, I felt like I was going to lose my fuckin mind.

I dealt with so much shit this year, while I was still mourning the death of my daughter.

Law, and I divorcing, was probably one of the toughest things that I endured.

Even though I was the one to ask for the divorce, that was still a trying time in my life.

Once we were separated, it’s like him and I couldn’t get our relationship right to save our lives. Never stopping loving him and knowing that I needed him is what brought us back together.

The devil was busy this year, and he came for my child.

Creed stressed me out to my core this past year.

Whether it was the shit that he got himself involved in with Vivian, to him almost losing his life to his childhood friend, Quay.

I wasn’t mentally, or physically strong enough to lose another child, so I’m just glad that I didn’t have to endure that.

Law stressed me out this year as well, but it wasn’t his fault.

I understood that he had to get his get back for the things that were done to his dad, and grandmother.

Till this day, I’ll get quiet, and think about Dutch, and what he’d done.

It was broadcasted all over the news that Dutch was found stabbed to death in his cell, and the news were saying that they didn’t have any idea who had done it, but I knew the man that slept next to me every night was responsible for it.

Just like I knew it was him that went down to that hospital and did something to Kross, along with shooting up his casket.

Law didn’t tell me the truth about those things, but I knew who I was married to, so he didn’t have to confess.

I was just glad that that part of our life was over, and we didn’t have to worry about that anymore.

My business was still running smoothy. I was soaking up motherhood right now, on maternity leave, but I had a team of workers that could handle it for me while I was home.

I worked with so many artists this year, and I was excited about what was to come next year.

I had artists this year that stressed me the hell out.

Mainly, Autumn’s ass, but she’d really changed her life around.

My girl had finished with her tour, and she’d moved to Cali, just like she told me she would.

Autumn was my baby, and I looked at her like a little sister, so she called me just about every other day, keeping me updated with her life.

My family is doing good. I’m praying that God slows down the time as my boys completed their junior year this year, followed by their senior year because I wasn’t ready for them to go off to college, and leave me just yet.

I already told Law to be prepared to pick me up off the floor when that day comes.

My mom was over just about every day, cooking for us, and spoiling her grandbabies.

Shai was good too. My girl was in Barbados right now, and she wouldn’t be back until the end of the week.

Milan is still… Milan. Her and Zoe are still going at it with new drama every other day.

She makes sure that her ass continues to keep me in the loop too, never missing a day to share the craziness with me.

That was one set that will stress you the hell out.

Maybe one day they’ll get their own story, so that you all can see the foolishness for yourselves.

That’s it for now, though. There wasn’t anything too heavy going on right now.

I was too busy being a mother, wife, and just soaking up every second of this maternity leave, enjoying the love that’s surrounding me.

Times like this, when I’m in bed with my girls, I would give it all up to have my baby Sarai right here with me.

I couldn’t help but to think about the kind of big sister that she would have been.

I’ll never know though. I still felt her presence throughout the house.

I was stronger now, so these days, I would walk into her bedroom, and her scent was still lingering in the air.

We missed her so much, and even with her no longer being here, she was still loved.

These last couple of years, I had my fair share of moments where I didn’t think I would make it through, but I still made it out on the other side.

All I wanted to do now was enjoy this rest, continue healing from the past, and cherish this new season that I was in.

This season was called… stillness. Keeping still, enjoying my peace. Until next time….

Sevyn ‘Law’ Crawford

Carrying both my girls in my arms, I stood outside of the Mercedes sprinter, watching as my boys assisted their mom with getting out, and then assisted my mom, and the nurse that had come along with her.

Today was my pops 61 st birthday, and we were getting out of the truck, so that we could celebrate him.

We came with a driver, who was out, opening the back doors, so that he could pull out the balloons, flowers, and other things that we’d come with.

I was wearing dark shades over my eyes because I knew that every moment about today was going to be painful. Not only did I come down to see my pops, but my grandma, and my daughter were both buried out here too, so we were going to stop by their graves as well.