2000
Rochelle Davis-Nelson
"You made T-Boz cry?!" I slapped my husband's arm.
We'd just returned from Madison Square Garden after Prince surprised the crowd during an incredible TLC concert.
"It was fun regardless." This man only chuckled for a second.
"Out here stealing guitars, too." I jokingly rolled my eyes and got ready for bed.
"It was mine. What are you talking about?" Prince followed me, still laughing.
"Gave it back afterwards." Starting up a shower,I looked at him.
"Fine." Prince huffed, already taking off his shirt.
"Uh-uh. Not tonight. I'll be out in a little while." I pointed my wedding band finger towards him.
"Baby..." He pouted.
I still showered alone.
****
Prince "won" the next day.
Once we came back to Paisley Park, I couldn't even unpack my luggage without being spoiled.
New music. Beautiful clothes. Compliments went on.
"I love you." He said. We listened to countless melodies and drifted together, happy beyond words.
"I love you, too." My own voice had promised.
As one song faded away and traded for another, his eyes turned dark, lusting.
I don't remember breathing once Prince stepped closer and cornered me, hiking up my dress soon after.
****
He made up the same routine almost every single night:
Lobby kisses led to "trouble" in Studio A.
Even without those particularly hot nights, something changed.
Very little distance. So much more loyalty. Our second chance was real.
*****
Even as I started to work again, Prince stopped nagging. It was a miracle.
I'd come home to see flowers waiting in that lobby, or find notes sitting the recording console:
Welcome home.
My lady.
I'm urs 4ever.
I love u, baby.
Missed u so much.
Wife - It feels so good 2 write those 4 letters again. I adore u.
U're so pretty. -Starr.
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Many one-off shows later, he looked at me around two in the morning and said, "Touring soon."
"Seriously?" I asked. It would be his first time on the road in quite a while, especially since we remarried.
"It'll be good. Promise." He showed off that rare smile and kissed my cheek.
"Of course, but you don't have an album to promote." I told him, arching my brow.
"Don't need one yet." Prince winked at me.
Thinking back now, it was true. Free from the 1992 contract, his current discography alone would probably take years to cover. The band could play anything for crowds at this point.
"Would you go with me?" He bit his lip, rustling our covers.
"Don't ask pointless questions." I joked and went back to sleep in his arms.
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The Price of Fame || Prince/MJ
Fanfiction"Everyone has story, but what about mine?" - Rochelle Davis
