Arranged Marriage (Completed)

Is this the end?

(A/n: Before you read, I just want to say thank you for getting this book to 1,000 views, 100 votes, and making it the number one rank in dinally. This is my very first fanfic that I have ever wrote. This book is so special to me because the others wouldn't exist without this one. Thank you so much!)

Normani's point of view

I couldn't believe that I was shot. Luckily, there was no major damage. I did have a cool scar from where the bullet pierced my skin. I would be a hit with the ladies because chicks dig scars. I could come up with a cool reason to why I got shot. Who was I kidding? I was going to hate this scar. It was going to be a constant reminder that someone hates me so much that they would try to have me killed. They haven't found who hired the killer yet, but we all know that it was probably Dinah. She only sent Ally those emails to save her ass.

Speaking of Ally, she kept apologizing to me, saying that this was all her fault. I didn't see it that way. I never did. Not for one second. I constantly assured her that this wasn't her fault. She was getting on my damn nerves though. She had been hovering over me, and wouldn't let me do anything for myself. I got it, and I understood. However, I was not someone who was weak and helpless. I knew how to take care of myself. It was sweet of Ally. But I wished that she would just back off. She was smothering me. I got to leave the hospital today. For the first time in a long time, I didn't have a job. Me and Kehlani turned in our letters of resignation. We weren't forced, but I was tired. I got burned out, and I didn't have the heart for it anymore. Hopefully Ally would give me some space. I didn't want to push her away but I needed time to process how my life had changed this past year.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw the door open. I relaxed when I saw that it was only Ally. She was pushing herself while sitting in a wheelchair. "Hey, is it time to go yet?" I asked.

"Yup! I am so excited that I could do a back flip." Ally spun around in the chair. "Weeee!"

"You're having too much fun." I smiled slightly amused.

"I am." She paused. "Come sit on my lap  and you can spin with me." She smiled, rolling towards me.

I smacked my lips. "Ally. How old are you?"

"Old enough to know better." She patted to her lap.

I sighed and got out of the bed to sit on Ally's lap. We spun a few times, and I had to admit that it was kind of fun. I cupped her face and pulled her into a kiss. Her hands were on my waist holding me steady. It didn't take long for her to slip her tongue into my mouth. I had been waiting all day to kiss her. She started squirming underneath me. I pulled away. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, but I may have underestimated how much I would enjoy having you in my lap." She glanced at her lap.

She had a bulge in her pants. "Ally! We weren't even kissing for long."

Ally covered her crotch with her hand. "I know, but it clearly has a mind of its own." She said referring to her penis.

I groaned. I was really enjoying our makeout session. "Tell tiny Al to go away."

"I don't like that nickname, and we both know that I'm not tiny." Ally whispered.

I glanced at the door. I could hear the nurse and a doctor talking outside. "Can you wait until we get home?"

"Of course I can. I have self control. Wait." Ally paused. "What happens if I said that I can't wait? Are we going to..." Ally trailed off with a grin.

I gasped and pinched her arm. "No! Absolutely not. You better think of your grandma's dried up, hairy pussy lips."

Involuntarily, Ally gagged. Fortunately for us, nothing came up. "Oh my God! I'm going to be sick, Normani. Why would you say something like that?"