"So that's all you want?" Rob asked as she looked at the list of shit I asked for on the grocery store. "You put hot Cheetos three times."
"Because I want three bags." I retorted while watching the TV screen that showed the Clippers and Lakers game. Neither were my team but it was a good ass game. "Babe watch out you're blocking the.." she gave me a look as I leaned over on the couch to see the screen while waving my hand.
"You calling me fat?" My eyes shot back to her. "Bet. Fuck your hot Cheetos." She threw the phone at me and I quickly caught it, confused as fuck.
What just happened?
I sighed and dropped my head back on the couch as she extraly walked away. Extraly wasn't a word but if it was, she'd be it. "What the fuuuck." I groaned quietly. When I looked down at the ground, I saw that damn puppy pop up out of nowhere. "The hell are you looking at?" I grumbled before raising up from the couch and following after her. Now nobody warned me that the mood swings got worse.
I thought she would just get more emotional, sad-like. She cried a lot more during movies and questioned if I was mad at her because I would 'cuddle her differently' or whatever. But this was.. sheesh.
Nonetheless, I pushed the bedroom door open slowly and saw her pulling on a jacket, her fingers flying up to the buttons but she couldn't get them on because of her nails. "Ugh!" She exclaimed before ripping the jacket off, only to grab another one.
Okay do I actually go in or do I wait it out? I feel like I should wait but if I wait then that'll make her simmer and like cooking chicken, if that shit simmers in the grease... it'll pop.
Then again, as soon as you put chicken in the grease it pops too. What the fuck do I do?
I looked back up at her and saw her trying to pull another jacket on but this time the buttons wouldn't close over her stomach. Oh jeez. She snatched that jacket off too before throwing it onto the ground and kicking it like a damn psycho. "This bitch crazy." I mumbled to myself.
Her eyes shot to mine. "What did you say?"
There was no way she heard me. Come onnn.
I raised my hands as she started towards me. "I didn't say nothing babe." Her eyes turned to slits when I cracked a smile. "Chill Rob, come on." I quickly backed around the couch and she grabbed a pillow before throwing it at me, which I easily caught. I laughed at her little mad face but I'm assuming that only pissed her off more.
"You bold as hell today." She hissed out and grabbed another pillow cushion. "But you're still running like a little bitch."
I chuckled and pointed at myself. "I'm a little bitch." Her eyebrows raised challengingly so I nodded. "You're absolutely right. I'm a little bitch, but I'm your little bitch." I said and leaned forward as I made kissy faces at her, only to be met with a face full of pillow.
Just as I lowered it, I saw her jump onto the couch and launch herself at me before I could react. "Robyn." I laughed out and quickly caught her as she smacked me repeatedly with a smaller pillow. "What is wrong with you girl."
I rolled over the couch and laid her beneath me as I wrapped my arms around her tightly and dropped my head in her neck and when she squirmed under me. "You want ice cream?" I mumbled and kissed her neck softly before trailing up. "You want me to lick ice cream off of you?"
That stopped her squirming real quick. "Yes." She mumbled and I smirked as she slid her arms over my shoulders. "But I also wanna slap you, and cry, and get fucked at the same time." Well alright then.
Raising up, I pressed my hands into the couch and shrugged. "Do what you wanna do.. you know I don't judge." I leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back again. "And you know I'm with the shits, slap me mami. I like it rough."
She laughed softly before cupping my face and pulling me down again to connect our lips. I lowered one hand and grabbed her leg leg before pulling it over my waist, my fingers gripping her thigh as she pulled me closer.
When her hands gripped the bottom of my shirt, I started to pull back to let her pull it off.
"Mama?"
I quickly sat up, my shirt half over my head at the sound of my daughters voice. I quickly pulled it back down and looked over to see her walking in, obliviously climbing onto the couch and staring at the tv.
"What the hell," I mumbled and looked over to see Robyn giggling while covering her mouth. "Yes princess?"
She looked over and frowned. "BaBa." I ran a hand through my hair and nodded before sitting up. The worlds biggest cockblock.. was my own daughter.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, only to see we were down to the last bit of milk. Shit. I filled her bottle up and it only went halfway. That would no doubt be gone in two minutes.
After walking back out, I handed it to her and she instantly started drinking. "So.." Rob smirked and snorted softly. "I'll be back?"
"No I wanna go now.. fuck the game." She squealed lightly when I whipped her up and spun her around before sitting her back on her feet. "Just let me grab my phone. You know, the one you threw at me?"
She waved me off as I ran out of the room to grab my phone and beanie. All I know was that I was about to make Dahlia walk all over this damn store. That way she'd be tired and go right to sleep when we got back.
I think I was getting this parenting shit down, no cap.
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Robyn's POV
I pushed the shopping cart around with a smile as I watched Y/n chase after Dahlia, with a laugh as the newly one year old screamed loudly. It was the cutest thing.
It only made it more anticipating to have my own baby.. babies. It was still crazy as hell to think I had two of them motherfuckers. Like, when I said I wanted fifteen I wasn't being literal.
But I wasn't complaining, it only made shit more exciting. Scary, but exciting.
"I gotcha!" I zeroed back in on the two as Y/n snatched her up and propped her on her shoulders. "Don't let go babygirl, okay?" I smiled when Dahlia wrapped her small arms around my fiancé's head with a wide grin. "You want me to cook dinner tonight?" She asked while falling back to walk beside me.
"I can cook." She hummed before shaking her head. This nigga always asked me something only to already have her mind made up. Always. "Okay, what are you cooking?" I asked with a chuckle.
"I was thinking chili soup with cornbread? It goes really well with this gloomy ass weather." I smiled softly before nodding. "And I can whip chili man, you don't even know."
"I believe you babe." I mumbled before stopping at the produce section. "Can you go grab it while I get my stuff? So everything can be faster? My feet's starting to hurt." She nodded and quickly pecked my cheek.
"Get fruit, babe." She pointed out and I waved her off. "Ima check!" She added before skipping off. Yes, skipping.
I shook my head in amusement before continuing to grab my oranges and mangoes. The doctor said I can have my cravings but I should also try to be healthy, or whatever.
And Y/n was being a pain in my ass, making me start work out with her and shit. I hated it. I haven't had a legitimate workout plan since the Anti tour. Every now and then I'd run on a treadmill but never 'wake up at such a such time, do blah blah sets.' Once she heard the doctor say that I had to not succumb to bedrest until the third trimester, she became The damn Rock.
Again, I hated it. But I knew she was only trying to do what was right for me and the baby.. babies.
As I grabbed for some bananas, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I pulled it out and saw a call coming in from my dad. I haven't spoke to him in a minute.
My dad and I didn't have the closest relationship but it wasn't as a strained as it use to be. I'd go months without talking with him.. luckily we built up our relationship again. But it wasn't perfect.
"Hi dad."
"Hey Robyn, how are you?"
I smiled to myself. "I'm good.. now whatcha calling for old man?"
He laughed in response. "Just checking up on my daughter. My engaged.. pregnant daughter." I rolled my eyes softly as I started pushing the cart again after getting all I needed. "How is the uh the fiancé?"
One of the biggest and recent strains of our relationship? Y/n. Now he wasn't super strict or whatever but he was old school. My fiancé was a girl.. with a dick. He had trouble comprehending that and I didn't blame him, but it's also one of the biggest reasons Y/n hasn't met him yet.
"Y/n's good, dad." I mumbled, mindlessly pushing the cart around now. "We're good."
"That's good." He said lowly, silence engulfing us for a second. "Robyn," he sighed. "I know we aren't as close as we use to be and mainly that's my fault." I hummed. Damn right it was. "And I'm sorry. This is all just a lot and you know I'm trying to be the best father I can."
"Stop trying to..." I said with a huff. "And just do it. You had no problem with me going back to Chris three times after what happened. You gotta realize that it doesn't matter who she is, she hasn't laid a finger on me.. she hasn't cheated or put me down in any way. You realize that? You realize I've done more to her than she has to me? You need to see that I'm the one lucky to have her and your daughter is happy. When was the last time I was truly happy dad?"
He was silent again but it was the truth. My past relationships were mostly all disasters. I was either cheated on, constantly lied to, abused; and every time he'd give the guy his blessing for me to date them again. But when it comes to someone who literally cherishes the ground I walk on, he's quiet.
It was some bullshit.
"Okay." He finally spoke out, his throat clearing. "I'm still learning to live in this new world, Robyn. You've gotta cut me some slack.. I'm use to you dating males all your life." I closed my eyes with a sigh. I knew there was truth to his words but if my mom, a Guyanese born, Barbadian woman could accept and love Y/n, so could he. "But I will learn because I love you and you're my daughter and I want you happy."
"I am happy, more happy than I've ever been dad." As I turned a corner, I slowed when I saw Y/n.. empty handed with a big ass bouncy ball. She bounced it to Dahlia and she tried to catch it but it only ended up hitting her in the face, making her fall down to her butt. I shook my head with a smile as Y/n hunched over, a loud laugh leaving her lips. Dahlia looked up at her as if she was about to cry, only to start laughing too. Literally a carbon copy of one another.
"Alright then, I like to meet her. In person." My eyebrows shot up at his words. Well then. As I continued down the aisle, Y/n looked over at me and smiled but that only lasted a second as her eyes to widened. She quickly snatched Dahlia up and ran out of the aisle before making a quick turn. This nigga is- I can't.
"I'd like that, dad. You should come out here and I can make dinner or something."
We set it all up with him promising he wouldn't back out. It was a start. I love my father, despite everything with my mom.. he was a good dad. I just needed him to be a good, accepting dad. I needed him to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day.
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Y/n's POV
"Talk to me nice." I wiggled my eyebrows as Rob took one bite of my chili and closed her eyes with a hum. "Lemme know somethin' mama, lemme know."
"Why the fuck you never cook this for me before?" She questioned with a scowl and I did a little dance in my seat, happy she liked it. "Who taught you this? Mama V?"
I shook my head. "Nah, my granny."
She hummed. "You don't talk about your granny much. Were you two close?"
I broke a piece of my cornbread and nodded slightly. "Mhm." I mumbled, taking a bite silently. I could feel her staring at me as I broke another piece off. "She was like.. my second mom." I swallowed thickly before shaking my head and smiling to myself. "A stricter version though."
"I'm sorry if this is touchy but, when did she pass?" I looked up and saw her sad eyes.
"Um ten years ago, when I was sixteen." The look in her eyes said everything. Yes, the moment everything went south for me. When my parents divorced, when my dad got tough, when I broke up with my first girl. Sixteen was just that age man. "But I'm not that sad anymore. I was able to say goodbye and she told me that if she ever found my head down about her going up, she'd smack me from heaven."
She cracked a smile as I chuckled softly. "She sounds lovely.. reminds me of my gran."
"Gran Gran Dolly?" I questioned and she nodded. "Yeah they probably would've gotten along. From what you told me, they're probably up there talking about how I didn't put enough of something is this chili."
She laughed. "See that cornbread? Flat ain't it?' I can hear it now." I chuckled under my breath with a nod in agreement. "Grandmas are funny."
"Mama!" I glanced over at Dahlia as she sat in her high chair at the head of the table, her hands smacking her empty tray repeatedly.
"Okay chill." I grabbed her bowl and slid it over to her with the baby spoon. She wasn't super coordinated but Aniya was smart as hell (obviously) and had her start practicing with spoons at seven months. So by now, she could handle one but still made a mess which was expected at twelve months.
But cups? We were still working on that one.
We all soon started eating, light conversation being made. "What times your flight tomorrow?" I asked Rob, knowing she'd be leaving for Barbados early tomorrow to make her God daughters party.
"Nine." I nodded with a hum. Early as fuck.. "It's okay, I have a driver." She said with a laugh, probably seeing my face.
"Oh okay because nine? That means you gotta be out of here by about seven right?" She nodded. "Yeah, I love you.. but I don't love you that much." Her eyes squinted as she grabbed a napkin and balled it up before throwing it at me. "And this is why. You're littering."
"This is a house." I shrugged while shoving a spoon of chili into my mouth. "You can't litter in a house."
"You can in my house." Her eyes rolled in response. "So guess what?" She nodded. "Charlemagne asked if I wanted to do an interview with him on Instagram live tomorrow." She snorted. "I know right?"
"What'd you say?"
I shrugged. "I said I'd let him know. What you think? I heard he's always trying to start shit."
She nodded softly. "Well yeah, that's his main job. That and making people mad." She hummed and squinted her eyes at me. "But now I kinda wanna see it.. see if you can handle him."
"If I can-"
Well now I had to. I pulled my phone out and went to Instagram to send this nigga a DM. "Hey, no phones at the table." She teased while tapping my arm. I held up my finger and told him I was down before putting my phone up. "So you're doing it?"
"You can't attack my ego like that. You should know me because now I have to do it." Her eyes rolled playfully. "What if he brings up the pregnancy stuff? What do I do?"
"Deny deny deny." She mumbled and I leaned my arms on the table with a nod. "I don't wanna say anything yet. Not until I do my lil photo shoot, ya know, look good."
I chuckled lowly and shook my head as she made duck lips. "You always look good, what you talking about?" Her hand waved as she started eating again. "So you are going to say something though? Like.. I don't know how much longer you're gonna be able to hide your stomach until you need to wear some big ass hoodies or something."
"See? You stay calling me fat." I closed my eyes and sighed. Not this again.. "I'm kidding, relax. But yeah, I know I told you I wasn't into PDA like that or putting my relationships about there but we're literally about to get married. That only applied to earlier shit, before we were super settled."
Wait what.
"Wow.. for true?" She snorted at me using her usual phrase before nodding. "So this entire time I wasn't poppin' off because I thought you'd wanna be lowkey. You telling me I couldn't been glorifying your ass??" Again, I pulled my phone out.
"Well I think you've been glorifying my ass." She mumbled and I would've laughed if I wasn't busy.
@Y/n: WOW @rihanna i fuckin love you.
@Y/n: And I can't wait to marry you.
@Y/n: And to keep growing with you.
@Y/n: And to keep staring at this perfect face. @Rihanna ugh marry me already 😩🥺
"Okay stop!" I looked up as Rob laughed softly. "When did you even take that damn picture?"
"Halloween. You were high as shit." I snickered at her one red eye and one white one. She was so lit she only put eye drops in one eye, I don't know why that was so funny to me. I then put my phone up again as she shook her head. "I mean it though. I can't wait to marry you. Sometimes I wish I waited to get you pregnant.." Her eyebrows furrowed. "But only because then I'd be able to call you my wife sooner."
"Smooth!" She raised her hand and I chuckled as I gave her a high five before intertwining our fingers and resting my our joined hands on the table. "It never stops, does it?" I shrugged. It was a natural born gift, I guess. "But I was talking to Jen because you know she's married?" I nodded though I've never met her husband. For the longest I ain't even know she was married. "She told me to cherish this time. She said that the wedding happens so fast and then it's over in a second so, she said appreciate the build up."
I nodded slowly. "I know. Just with all this planning, I'm getting excited." She smiled. "Like picking out venues and.. colors.. what kind of cake we want? It's so exciting."
"I know." She said just as giddily before leaning over to press a brief kiss to my lips. "It's gonna be amazing, I can't wait." I nodded in agreement. It really was. Her gaze left mine and I followed it, only to laugh to myself.
Dahlia has chili all over her mouth and cheeks, bowl nearly gone with her eyes close and the bottle of milk to her lips. "She really is your twin."
I gave her a look. "What you mean? I'm not messy." She reached her hand forward and swiped my cheek with the pad of her thumb before bringing it back for me to see. Now how the hell did I get chili on my cheek? I silently looked away from her as she nodded.
"Exactly."
"Whatever." I mumbled and continued eating. "You put it there."
"I put chili.. on your cheek?" She deadpanned and I nodded. "Okay babe." She said with a soft laugh, knowing I was full of it.
And I wasn't about to admit it either.
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"Y/nn." I hummed into the pillow, a smile graving my lips when I felt her press a kiss to the back of my shoulder. "Good morning."
"Morning." I said with a slight rasp in my voice before rolling over. My smile turned to a frown when I saw her fully dressed. "It's time already?" She nodded. "Awe man okay." I raised up and stretched before climbing out of the bed. I pulled a shirt over my head and slid my feet into the slides, then grabbed her bags to carry out.
"Thank you." She said once I pushed her bags into the trunk of her car, her Uber driver grabbing the other from my hand. I turned to face her and pouted before pulling her into a hug. "I'll probably only be gone two days, three tops."
"Okay," I mumbled and wrapped my arms around her shoulders as she laid her head on my chest. "Call me when you land and tell everyone I said hello."
She silently hugged me tighter.
Isn't it crazy. Two people who travel for living had trouble traveling away from one another. Especially living together.. I think that's what makes it harder.
"I gotta go." She mumbled into my shirt and I nodded. "I love you. Call me if you need anything."
"I will." She pulled her head and and leaned up to peck my lips. "I love you too, alright?" I pulled the back door open for her and she climbed into the SUV, the window rolled down as I leaned in. "Be safe, enjoy yourself. Get some sun 'cause this rain shit is wack."
"Ima come back with a tan and you not gon' know who I am." She said with a smile as she buckled her seatbelt.
"Yeah.. make sure you tan them chin hairs too." I joked and swiped my finger under her chin which made her gasp.
"What?!" She whipped out her phone and I laughed at her panicked face. "I thought I plucked-" When she saw she didn't have any, she glared at me before pushing my chest. "You goddamn bitch, scared me."
"I'm just playin' with ya shawty, kiss." I leaned into the car and she gave me another kiss, a slower one this time. I hummed against her lips as I gripped the door to force myself to push back. "Alright alright, leave before I make you stay."
She smiled. "You should've just came with me. Sex on the beach? You're missing out."
I slid my hands into my sweats as I backed away from the car. "It's okay. I have my right hand." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion before her jaw dropped when I playfully cupped my junk with my hand, a shocked laugh leaving her lips.
"You still do that?" She questioned while I continued backing away. "How weird."
"So you don't use your fingers still?" She opened her mouth to speak before looking ahead and mumbling something that got the driver starting the car. "Exactly. Be safe lil homie." I called out and she threw up a peace sign when the car started moving.
"Stay up big homie!" She called out of the window just as he pulled out of the driveway and started down the road.
I shook my head and waved with a slight chuckle before going back into the house.
Well shit. Now I'm woke.. dammit.
Few hours later
I stepped back and placed my hands on my hips with a wide smile as I admired my work. "I think we make a good team, don't you think?"
I looked down at my little handyman and she smiled up at me while holding her play hammer, me holding a real one. I looked back at the work of art with another smile. A garden. I made an indoor garden. Now it wasn't anything huge but I took Dahlia out and I came across a pant store.
I saw flowers and, I don't know, I splurged. So I got a few and then headed to the nearest hardware store to get some wood. I build a cute wooden crate and lined it against the big ass kitchen window to get some sunlight. I think I killed it.
But I also got finger paint and let my baby put her hand prints over it, and I wrote 'Robyn's da best' because I felt like it. I think it was cute as shit.
"Come here princess." I lifted her up and stood her on the sink before handing her the water pot (that I also bought.) "You have to feed the pretty flowers, okay? That's their baba."
"Baba?" She questioned and held up the pot. I nodded. "Ooo." She whispered and poured the water with it coming out like a mini shower. "Foo-er."
"Yeah, it's a flower. And this one." I pointed at a certain purple flower with a smile. "This is a Dahlia." Her eyes widened as she looked at me. "Just like you. A beautiful, bright flower."
"Floo-er." She whispered to herself and 'petted' it before leaning down to give it a kiss. I cooed. "Hi," she gasped out and poured water on it again.
"Are you being gentle, baby?" She nodded. "Good job, you're doing so good." I let her water the flowers for a little bit longer before helping her off of the counter. "Listen so, mama has to take care of some business okay?" I carried her into her room and set up her play area. Basically just putting up the barrier things so she couldn't walk under the TV, or to any plug sockets.
It was big though, I wasn't locking my baby up like a dog.
"Mama ju?" My head tilted as I tried to understand her. "Mama.. ju." She picked her empty bottle.
"Oh new word okay." I said with an excited clap. "You want some juice?" She nodded softly. "Okay. I'll bring you some juice." I grabbed the bottle before grabbing the remote and turning the TV on to Super Why. We do intellectual shits over here aight.
I then quickly went to grab her the little yogurt pouch and filled her cup up with apple juice before going back to her room. "Say please." I said as I held up her things and she silently reached for it. "Please."
"Mama." She whined and stood up with a pout. I tilted my head and repeated myself until she caught on. "Peesh.." I smiled and handed it to her.
"Now say thank you, Dahlia." She brought her bottle to her lips and tilted her head back as she started drinking it. I went to grab it from her and she whined again with her hands up. "If you want it, you have to say thank you."
"Peesh mama?" I clicked my tongue, letting it go since she gained one word and I knew I shouldn't rush it too much.
"Good job." I cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You're so smart, Princess. So smart. Always remember that." I pulled back and gave her a smile. "Kiss kiss." She leaned forward and gave me a small kiss before moving to sit back on her little chair, eyes on the screen. "Say mama if you need me."
I started walking out when she spoke up. "Mama." I smiled and turned back to see her waving.
I chuckled. "Bye bye." I waved back and she giggled with her nose scrunched up before looking back at the TV. I done said it before and I'll say it again, I had the cutest child in the world. You can at me on that.
After changing into a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt, a Fenty jean jacket on top, I went into the office we had and kept the door open as I propped my phone up. The live would be soon and I was lowkey nervous about it.
The last interview I had was with Ellen.. and a lot has happened since then. A lot. I just hoped he wouldn't go completely left with it..
I grabbed my Broncos hat just for good measure and pulled it on backwards. Then I got the notification. Well, here it goes..
"We gon' get this started as soon as- oh I see her. She's in the building y'all." I raised my eyebrows as Charlemagne spoke to the live. "Y/n send a request so I can add you in."
Now how in the hell..
I squinted at my screen and looked at each tab before seeing what he was talking about. Man I feel old as shit. I sent the request before putting the phone back up on the desk, propped up by my books.
Soon the screen split in half and I smiled when I saw myself under him. Pause. "Aye ayeee." He called out.
I adjusted my hat and nodded. "What's poppin', how you doing?"
"I'm good, just getting through this LA heat wave. How you surviving?"
I winced and shook my head. "I wouldn't know. I haven't been out there in a about a month." His his head tilted in confusion. "We been chillin' in London for a bit."
"The hell you doing in London?" He questioned in that weird ass pitched voice he does.
"Just chilling man. Enjoying the rain and- I actually just started a mini garden." His eyebrows furrowed as he chuckled in confusion. "Yeah I was bored so like.. just started planting shit."
"You move different man. Anyways let's get this interview officially started. For those of you who live under a damn rock, this is the luckiest damn person in the world." I looked down with a chuckle at his words. Here we go.. "I'm talking 'bout, bagging the hottest female in the game. And by hottest I mean business wise, music wise- how do you keep up?"
"No idea." I mumbled as I shook my head. "I just be making clothes and dancing man I'm..." I chuckled when he dropped his head back with a loud laugh. "I don't even know why I'm on here to be honest. Like what you interviewing me for?"
"Cause you engaged to Rihanna, what you mean." I smacked my lips and waved my hand slightly. "On the real though, you been on your shit, I been watching. You got a clothing line that's going crazy, you're a damn Jabbawockeez?" I nodded. "What you working on now? Anything special?"
I hummed as I folded my hands on my lap. "Yeah actually. As many know, Black Mecca was gratefully started with Virgil Ablohs help, that's my guy. So we finally decided to collaborate with one another. Now it won't be with Off-White.." His eyebrows shot up and I nodded. "All I'm gonna say is that I've dabbled in sporty wear, I've done the hype beast stuff, so.. you know what's next up on the list."
"Oh she 'bout to drop some high fashion on y'all. It's about to be a wrap." I rubbed my hands together with a wink. "Okay let's talk about stuff that's happening in the world." Okay.. "You're obviously heavily involved with a lot of charities and stuff. What's the next step? Or are you settled?"
"I'm never settled." I started off as I scooted back on my chair before reaching over to grab my unopened water bottle. "One of the main reasons we chose to take a little vacation is because I have trouble relaxing, you know? We both do actually." He hummed with a nod. "I'm always thinking about what's next. Rather it's like.. I'm off of tour, where am I dancing now? I dropped such a such, okay what's next season? It's the same way for everything."
I paused to take a sip of my water before continuing. "Just because I don't publicly post anything doesn't mean I'm not putting in my effort. You know everything that happened with like.. how I was assaulted by those two officers." I sighed and shook my head. "I got ten million each officer, that never happens, you know? I know it was only because I had lights attached to my name, any other person would've been treated like pure dirt. I know that. Literally every cent did not go to me."
"What?" He questioned. "What you mean? Who it go to?"
I snorted. "I mean, it went to me but I partnered with four foundations that help sexual assault victims, especially those for women of color. I put the five mil into each of those foundations because I didn't need the money, I didn't. Me speaking up and putting my story out there to hopefully help others is enough for me."
"Wow." He mumbled. "Twenty million.. you kept none of it?" I shook my head. "Not a dime?"
"Nothing. I make money off of my clothing and, you know, my dancing. The money I was given for my case is for voices that need to be listened to. Mine was heard, it's only right if I pass the microphone."
He leaned back in his chair before clapping. "Wow- I mean, that's it right there. That's what it's all about, right?" I nodded I agreement. "So are you still struggling with this stuff? I ain't never been assaulted but I can imagine.. that's some traumatic shit."
"Most definitely, it was the hardest.. the hardest few months of my life. I couldn't have gotten through it without my family but I've healed, you know? I went to therapy and I still call my therapist from time to time but I'm in a good place. I'm happy."
"Well it's good to hear that. So you helping assault victims and advocating for lgbt youth, what else can you possibly do? I see why you and Rihanna so good together, both of y'all just saving the world huh?"
I chuckled lowly. "Trying to. We're planning to do something as well but I don't think I can say anything yet, not until it's in the books." I hummed and rocked back on my chair before leaning forward. "It has to do with Africa though."
"Okay now," He held up his hand. "Y'all about to go to Africa? How disrespectful."
"What?" I laughed out as he shook his head. "How?"
"We get it. Y'all are a power couper making power moves but everybody trying to hear that R9." I groaned and covered my face. "Yeah you shoulda seen this coming. So what's up? Is your girl in the studio? Talk to me."
I sighed and lowered my hands. I should've known he would ask me this. This was probably the only con of dating Robyn. Everyone asked me for the album like I had control of that shit. I wasn't the singer bruh!
"Well.. she's always working on music so.. man I don't know what I'm suppose to say, hold up." He laughed when I pulled my second phone out. It was more like my personal phone, the one with only a few contacts. I wasn't sure if she landed yet but it was worth a shot. And by some miracle, she answered. "Hey babe."
She smiled and I could see the background of her private jet. "I just landed like three minutes ago, that's funny. But hi, what's up?"
I looked back at the camera with a chuckle. "Charlemagne wants to know why you're focused on changing the world and not R9."
"Okay I ain't say it like that.."
Her eyes rolled. "Turn me." I faced my phone to the live and went close enough for her to be seen on the camera. "Listen I am working on it alright? Just be patient Navy, I got y'all."
"And when do you got them exactly?" Charlemagne tried.
"Two thousand nineteen. Now let me work!" She hung up and I chuckled before putting my phone up. "The lady spoke." I said with a shrug.
"I'm mad, I was gonna ask another question while she was here but I gotta ask you. What's up with these pregnancy speculations? Are y'all expecting?"
Don't flinch, don't twitch, be eaaasy.
"What speculations?" I questioned while genuinely looking curious.
He smacked his lips. "Ah don't play." He said while giving me a look. "It's all I've the shade room, all over Twitter. You ain't seen none of it?" I shrugged. Aye for real though, I should invest in an acting career because.. I was killing this shit. "Well there's been talk.. talk of a certain bad gal carrying ya baby."
"My baby?" I chuckled and shook my head. "Who's saying this? The shade room, you said?" He nodded. "That's crazy."
"You ain't answering the question though. Are y'all at that level? Marriage and baby's?"
"Well I proposed so I'm pretty certain I'm ready for a marriage." I said with a shrug. "As for a baby, it's Gods plan, you know? We're both really busy right now with everything going on in our lives but when that time comes, it'll come, and we'll be ready." Technically I didn't say no.. but I also didn't say yes. I was smooth as shit yo.
"I feel like I need to keep reminding you of how lucky you are man because you're engaged to goddamn Rihanna. I just know Drake somewhere punching his pillow." I laughed under my breath and shook my head. No drama, I ain't saying nothing. "You hanging out with Chris now right?"
I pulled my head back in confusion. "What? Where have you seen me hanging out with him?"
"The Grammys. Y'all was talking and laughing."
"Nigga he walked up so I said hello. I was being cordial." He hummed with raised eyebrows. "The guy spoke up while I was on trial, I was just showing my appreciation for that, man. Nothin' more or less."
"Alright alright, I gotchu. So no friendship in the future?" I silently stared at him through the camera while bringing my water bottle to my lips. "Got it." He said with a slight laugh. I wasn't about to answer that dumbass question.
The interview went on with him asking headass questions but it wasn't as bad as I expected. Nothing that had me sweating.
"I wanna give a shout out to you for coming on here and doing this live with me, it was fun as shit."
"Thanks for having me. I gotta go live more often, these niggas be saying I'm not active enough." I joked and pulled my hat off to run my hands through my hair.
"For real though. But thanks again, keep changing the world and being dope as fuck like you are. Tell RiRi we waiting on that album!"
I chuckled. "Alright man, peace." I threw up a peace sign before leaving the live. "Ugh shit." I slouched against the chair with a sigh, my back hurting from sitting up so damn long. When I went to pull out my phone, I heard a small bark. I groaned again before raising up and walking to the living room where he was sitting on a pee pad, enclosed in the gated barricade. I always forget he's here, to be honest. Like what does he do all day?
"What, ya little shit?"
I picked him up and he licked my cheek, making my eyebrows furrow. Okay that.. was cute. I looked down at him and he looked back up at me with his tongue sticking out. "Why are you suddenly cute?" I mumbled and held him up slightly. "Hello Pepe." I cooed and walked around with a bounce. I grabbed his dog treats and fed him one with a smile. "That is so fucking cute." I whispered when he ate it before looking back up at me expectingly with big doe eyes.
I grabbed one more before walking to Dahlia's bedroom with him. "Dahlia," she looked away from the TV. "Come on, its time to talk with mommy." She raised up and walked out while holding my hand. "Do you like Pepe, princess?" She nodded as I sat him on the floor and let him follow after us on his tiny legs.
When we reached the bedroom, I put her on the bed then took out my phone to call Aniya. They talked about once or twice a week, just to keep some connection.
"Hey Y/nn," she answered in a happy tone. "How are you?"
"I'm good Ni, you?"
"Getting there." She said softly, making a sad smile pull at my lips. I hated that this was happening to her. No one deserved it but especially not her. "My babygirl there?"
"She is. Here's mommy." I put the call to FaceTime and she accepted it as I handed Dahlia the phone and she awkwardly held it.
Once she saw Ni, her smile was as bright as ever. "Mommy." She breathed out and I smiled at her excitement before leaning back and letting them talk as I watched Pepe sniff around the bed, then eventually notice I was staring at him. I picked him up and rested him on my chest, confused at how I was suddenly fawning over this damn puppy.
I wasn't gonna tell Robyn that though, that's for damn sure. I'd never hear the end of it.
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I was suppose to do this earlier but I forgot! So I gotta!