Dead End Street (Y/N x Rihanna)

4 : Process.

Robyn's Pov
January 10th
Monday Morning
5:53 AM

"you came home early, no surgeries?"

"it's better than going home late" Y/n is being mean like, why are you like that?

She just came home from work. Maybe a little stressed.

"you're like Beyoncé but, more muscular and rude"

"because we share the same DNA?"

"I guess so, Solange and you are like twins. More on.."

"onn???"

"anything"

"im different"

"okay if you say so"

"where's your clothes Robyn?"

"I was sleep. You know I don't wear clothes when I go to bed"

She sat on the floor and took deep breaths. In and out. Repeating the process.

"You good?"

"This is what i do to control my hormones, anger, and pannick attacks"

"So which one are you controlling?"

"My anger" She laughed closing her eyes.

She's angry, I know. When she's mad she don't blow up, she just laugh. Weird but she has anger issues.

"Calm down y/n"

"Im calm yet angry" She let a relaxing sigh opening her eyes after.

"Stop asking me questions Robyn"

Y/n is such a serious person. Sometimes she's also funny but, mostly rude. Like rude rude but cool.

"wifey can't ask questions now?"

"wifey im tired, leave me alone"

"can we talk what's on your mind?" I got up and she looked at my body up and down. I don't get this girl, she used to be all up on me. Now? doesn't speak to me.

"dress decent, we have to go somewhere"

I rolled my eyes, and lazily took a pair of white button shirt and a brown pants. I finished my look with Y/n's vintage ray bans.

So she was waiting for me outside with her BMW motorbike and we argued till she gave up and took the Escalade instead. She wanted to take the Motorbike or either the Mustang.

Motorbike? I was wearing a damn cute and classy heels and what?

So the final pick was the Black Escalade. She even opened the door for me, so i gave her a cheek kiss.

"That's how far you getting"

"It doesn't matter" She smiled a bit and got to the drivers seat.

Miss Y/n Knowles really is sad, upset or mad today. Maybe she's just tired.

"So can we talk about it now?"

"Wait until we got to Houston okay"

"Houston? Why didn't you tell me we going to another state?"

"Just feel like it"

"Miss ma'am? we left our son in Beverly Hills, by himself. And we going to Houston in like... in a car ride?" I sighed. I was stressed.

"Melissa is at our house. Can we stop arguing now? I would really appreciate if you calm down" She said taking a left turn and saw a big yard and has aircrafts surrounded by it.

"Did- Is this what i saw on the news? like... this place is literally awesome. Dammnit, why you bought this place?"

"for us to go anywhere" She grabbed my hand assisting me to sit on the inside of the helicopter.

You know Ms. Y/n, rich rich. She has collections of cars, helicopters, jets.. and even Guns. But hey, she's not a part of a gang. It's her sport shooting in a professional way and lisenced.

And definitely not a Mafia.

She shut the door, or whatever that is behind us and the engine of the helicopter started.

"I will be controlling the whole engine so, relax and don't tell me shit"

"Okay, how many hours are we up there?" I asked wearing the headphones.

"Can you hear me?" I repeated.

"loud and clear, and we supposed to land after 23 minutes"

So, i was enjoying this stuff. Im like Anastasia Steele in Fifty Shades. My God.

No wonder why my son, Rza looks up at Y/n as a cool person. Her mom and himself really is interested in this helicopter, cars but no guns for him yet.

I still can't get it why he calls her daddy.

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So, that's the ride, we landed on the backyard of Their childhood home in Houston. Mama Tina, Bey, Solo, Jay and little niece was there.

"Rob, hi it's nice to see you, you gained weight. Are you pregnant?"

Well I wasn't expecting that.

"Mom, leave the girl alone" Y/n said hugging her mom and sisters.

"No Mama, I'm not pregnant, probably because I was eating a lot? and I have never been in the gym"

"Oh no girl, get inside we ordered your favorites"

Did they prepare.. for us? how did they know we coming down here south?

"Rob, you really not pregnant?" Bey come behind me and whispered while Y/n and Jay was talking.

"No, im still on birth control. Im not sexually active for the past 8 months"

"you told her you want a baby girl?"

"no, i haven't told her yet. I want one though, a mini me"

"Why you talking about babies now, you pregnant Robyn?" Y/n was behind us all this time. We was talking about me wanting a baby girl.

She pulled me to her childhood little room, and talked to me.

"You pregnant?"

"from who? my five hundred thousand boyfriends? I'm not sexually active"

"could be me? I mean you wear my clothes, use my towel"

"could be? you don't touch me, how would it possibly have a little bean inside me?

"Nevermind Ro, go get your brunch. I will be calling someone"

"who you calling?"

"my- It's a work thing"

"Can we stop arguing now? Im tired. Do you want a baby Y/n?"

"What if I do?"

"We work on it then. I Also want another child. Another one won't hurt"

"It has consequences Rob, we should be more ready to have him" I sat down on the bed and she squat dow to level me.

"HIM? you know damn well i want a girl"

"Okay, we can't surely know that, but there's a possibility that we can have a set of twin" Her vodoo shit.

"we can have that, only if you can carry babies yes?"

"Shh Robyn. Now get cha ass on the table and eat. We still have plans to do"

"like?"

"Watch me work out? play basketball?. Its on your bucket list, I saw it"

"pssh, get out my face"

"You just wanna see sum abs and see me lift weights"

"and dick swinging around them shorts" Oop, it slipped my mouth, my bad.

"You on sum shit? go feed yourself"

Y/n finally chuckled, Miss grumpy in a good mood now.