Houston, Texas
"Chill," Meek laughed.
"I don't really like pastaaa," Nicki whined.
Meek licked his lips. "Just taste it."
He held the fork up to her mouth and she ate some. She chewed slowly and shrugged.
"It's okay."
"You tripping. This good as shit."
She giggled. "I'm glad you think so."
He pecked her lips and continued eating his food. Looking across from him at Nicki's food, he saw her grilled shrimp with mashed potatoes and broccoli.
"Why you not eating?" He asked.
"It's cold in here. It's throwing me off."
Meek put his fork down and took off his jacket. He handed it to her. "Here, baby."
"Thank you, Rihmeek. Won't you be cold, though?"
"Nah, I'm good. Put it on."
She nodded and put the jacket on.
"So, I've been thinking..." she said.
"About?" He asked, drinking some of his lemonade.
Nicki glanced up at him.
"My mom is back home and school has ended. I have the opportunity to go to college, but I can't work around my modeling career with that. What should I do?" She asked, biting her lip nervously.
"Well, first of all, it's whatever you wanna do. I know you really want to go to college, but modeling is basically what you would die for, right?" He asked.
She nodded. "Yes."
"Aight. You got a lot going for you with modeling. I'm not saying you should just drop everything and do modeling. Have something to fall back. That can go up in flames, leaving you high and dry. Build a small business to keep extra money in ya pocket," he told her.
"That's a very smart idea. Thank you."
He nodded. "You welcome. I'm not saying it's gonna backfire on you, cause you smart as shit, beautiful, all of that. You know what to do when it comes to modeling. Just have something to fall back on."
"Okay. I'll make it happen. Thank you, babe."
"You welcome, lil baby."
She blushed as started eating.
"I got a lot of scholarships for college since I play ball. All of the colleges are real nice and they got great opportunities for me."
"What will you major in?" She asked.
He licked his lips. "Business. Cause I know I wanna be an NBA player, but I wanna own some large businesses and shit too."
"That's great," she smiled. "What college are you looking at the most?"
"On the real, I'm looking at UCLA. The only thing is, I wanna be close to you."
Nicki giggled. "Meek, if you're looking at that school, go for it. Don't worry about me. I'll still be able to see you."
"Aight, but there's something else I wanna tell you."
"Good or bad?"
He shrugged. "Depends on how you take it."
"Okay. Tell me."
"I'ma go to UCLA like you said. I'ma get an apartment out there, though so that I can do whatever I want. I wanna know if you would come live with me."
Nicki's eyes widened.
"Live with you?" She asked.
"Yeah. I understand if you don't. We both young as hell, you got a life to live and everything."
Nicki looked at him. "No, Rihmeek.. I'm not mad. I would love to come live with you. That would be good for the both of us."
"Word?"
"Yes. I'm so serious. I can help you with your college work. We can go half on rent since it's very expensive out in LA. Most of my upcoming photoshoots for next year are in LA, so it's perfect. Plus... living together gives us a lot more alone time. I heard college is stressful. You'll need to relieve some of that stress."
Meek chuckled, licking his lips.
"So it's official? We gonna be living together?"
Nicki nodded. "Of course."
"Yes!" He said.
She giggled and looked at him.
"I love when you're happy, Rihmeek. Your smile is everything. I love you."
"I love you too, baby girl."
They finished their food while talking about small things, then they paid and left.
A few hours later, after they had both showered and put on their night clothes, they laid in bed together, on their phones.
"Look at this," Nicki laughed loudly, showing him the phone.
He read the post and smacked his lips, looking at Nicki. She laughed harder, covering her mouth.
"That's dumb. Why you laughing at that?"
"That was a knee slapper," she said, still giggling a little.
He chuckled, shaking his head. He ran his fingers through Nicki's hair and kissed her forehead.
"My lil baby got issues."
"No no. I only have one issue. You're that issue."
He laughed a little.
"Oh, I'm ya issue?"
"Yes, bighead."
He caught her bottom lip with his teeth and she whined.
"Mm, let go!" She whined.
He let her lip go and she glared at him.
"You look like a little angry baby," he chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah."
She climbed up on his chest and laid there.
"Niggas on the timeline talking about anal sex is good," Nicki laughed.
"We gone try that."
Nicki looked up at him. "Anal? Ew, doesn't that hurt. I think that'll hurt."
"That's why we gotta use lube."
"I guess.. I'm scared. You really wanna try that?" She asked him.
He shrugged. "Yeah, but we ain't gotta do it if you uncomfortable with it."
"Have you ever had anal sex with someone?"
"Nah."
She nodded. "When did you lose your virginity, Meek?"
"I was like 15 or 16. My first time was wack."
"Wack?" She laughed.
He nodded. "Hell yeah. She wasn't a virgin tho. She was like 14. I almost put it in the wrong hole. Then, when I finally got it in the right hole, she was crying because it hurt. I came quick as hell."
"Really?" Nicki asked, laughing harder.
"Yeah. I didn't even last two minutes."
Nicki giggled, covering her mouth.
"Wow, Rihmeek."
"That shit was crazy. I almost came quick my first time with you."
Nicki smacked her lips. "How?"
"Virgin pussy is something serious. Ya shit super tight, it was wet as fuck, slippery, everything."
"It still hurts sometimes."
He nodded. "I can tell. You be whining."
"Guess what."
"What?"
She looked at him. "I'm pregnant."
"Stop playing," he chuckled.
"I'm so serious. I'm pregnant."
He licked his lips. "I don't believe you."
"Okay, don't. When my stomach starts getting bigger, I don't want to hear anything."
"You serious?" He asked.
She nodded. "Yes! I'm freaking pregnant."
He looked at her, then licked his lips.
"Where the pregnancy test, then?"
"I threw it away. I went to the hospital, though. I have the ultrasound pictures."
She got up, going to her dresser. She grabbed the pictures and came back, straddling him. She showed him the pictures.
"Look. That little dot right there is our baby."
Meek grabbed the two ultrasound pictures and looked at them. Then he looked at Nicki who was giving him a nervous smile.
"Surprise..?"
"Woww," he said, putting the pictures down.
He put his hands on her stomach. He rubbed a little.
"We having a baby.." he said, smiling a little.
Nicki bust out laughing.
"I'm just kidding Meek. Those are old ultrasound pics of Caiah. I keep all of his baby stuff in that drawer."
"Mannn, you play too much."
She giggled. "How did you feel?"
"My heart was racing. I was scared as shit."
"You seemed happy, though."
He chuckled. "I was, but a baby? That's scary. You practically still a baby yourself. I really thought I had got ya little ass pregnant."
"There's no baby. You can calm down now."
She bent down, pecking his lips. She went back to the drawer, putting the pictures back.
"I have all of his ultrasound pictures in there, his birth certificate, his life insurance papers. Everything."
"That's smart. Since you was taking care of him, you had everything you needed in there."
She nodded. "Exactly."
He licked his lips as she straddled him again. She smiled down at him.
"I can't wait until we're older. I want to be a Mommy. Our kids will see me on the magazines and the portraits of me hanging up on the walls."
He chuckled. "I'ma really be married to a super model. That's wassup."
Nicki smiled and kissed him again.
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minor time jump soon
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