Walk With Me 1

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Part 1

Nicki

"My daughter better be asleep."

"She is, she's with Ariana."

It's 10pm. I had to sneak here while Bey fell asleep eating cheese and crackers. I feel bad sneaking behind her but this is stress I don't wanna out on her or the baby.

I stuck here with Robyn, another pregnant hungry lady who can't stop eating my chips.

"If you don't stop gettin' this on my documents..."

Robyn is eating a donut.

"I miss when you were nice to me when I was pregnant." She pouts.

"I'll be nice after we complete this errand."

Shawn Carter. He's our second man of interest. This nigga named Drake flaked completely on Robyn.

However Shawn stays in a dirty area.

Robyn eats, ruining the ominous feeling. I'm guessing her baby starts to kick around because she yells and holds her stomach.

"You're having a boy right?" I spark conversation.

She nods.

"What are you naming him?"

"Something to go with Jazmine. I'm thinking Zephyr."

I hum to myself.

"Or he can be a junior. Depends."

I pat her stomach. I feel bad if I ever mis worded anything but my issue is not with the baby, rather with Robyn. If at all. I just don't want issues arising as far as cheating accusations especially when I'm expecting another baby. But this is Jazmine's little brother and I'd be a clown to have issues with a baby who didn't ask to be here.

"Jazz love my stomach."

"She loves Bey's too." I say. "Our little girl truly is so sweet and caring and nice."

"Gets that from you. And a bit like Ari, on a good day."

I nod, "What about your business? How's that been going?"

Robyn goes quiet and her smile disappears.

"Sorry, Rob."

"No-- it's good. Just stressful. Plus with two babies now. Things are hard to balance."

"I get it." I say. "Bey insisted on buying your line in her shade. Like one of each."

Robyn punches my arm with force.

"Dumbass! You two should've told me, I could've given you stuff for free. You guys are family!"

She punches me again, as if I'm not driving.

She goes for another one but I stop her.

"Git cho hands offa me!"

"Nick!" She crosses her arms after she finishes the donut. "I'm serious. From now on tell me whenever she has anything in her cart. Beyoncé will not pay anymore."

I nod. "Please don't hurt me anymore."

"Bitch, you know I'm heavy handed why you get me riled up."

"How was I supposed to know that?" She's pregnant and unpredictable.

We yell over eachother for a few moments when the GPS interrupts us.

"Destination in 8 miles." The GPS says loudly.

Robyn simply point and looks at me.

We enter some fucking backwoods and I didn't even notice.

"Well at least he'll be a diverse baby. I mean a mom from the islands and a dad that... I dunno has a farm."

"Not a fucking country boy, Nicki OMG!" Robyn begins to cry.

"Shut the fuck up."

The truck begins to shake. Thankfully I thought to come in this because the terrain looks very rocky.

Robyn fearfully holds my hand and I don't let it go because to be frank im getting scared too. My pulse is going a mile a minute.

For a second when this whole thing happened with Robyn I wanted to back out so bad but the more I'm in thought, the more it takes me back to when Kendrick and I were desperate to find our birth parents. We both were in Trinidad scavenging for our birth parents. It was so traumatizing mainly because it opened up wounds we didn't know we had . Memories we didn't think we remembered. We found the two living lavishly. While it hurt, because we'd been living in the lower middle class with our parents who weren't dying to raise us, I'm grateful, because those two were snooty. Kendrick was so pissed he almost fought our father.

I mean the boy deserves to at least know his father's name and have a picture. Trying to find your parent who abandoned you later in life takes an emotional toll on you and no child deserves that. It won't hurt to even make an attempt.

After getting through the woods we get to a clearing. My heart beat steadies.

Then it races again upon a flashlight being held by a figure getting closer.

"Who are you?" The voice is muffled.

Robyn grabs a plastic bag and begins breathing heavily into it.

I lower the window half an inch.

"I'm looking for a Shawn Carter."

The guy tries to shine the light in my face.

"Please don't Ty anything with guns or anything-- she's pregnant."

The guy, I'm assuming is a guard, steps aside and nods his head.

We drive up the road bother mile before we approach a gate that automatically opens.