Ariana Grande, the pop queen of our generation, had just finished filming the highly anticipated "Wicked" and released her latest hit song, "The Boy Is Mine." In need of a brief break, she decided to spend a weekend with her best friend, Courtney Ch...
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Ariana's POV
It's been a couple of weeks since we were in Florida at my mom's place, and now we're all in Los Angeles and Y/n and I are here at my house that I still have. This weekend, we're having the baby shower, and I'm so excited about it. Maddox's mom and dad are flying up, and he surprised Y/n with that, which made her so happy. Y/n hasn't been to LA in years; the last time she was here, she was still in the military and stationed here for a year until she was deployed. So tonight, Courtney, Vic, Maddox, Y/n and I are going out for dinner and whatever else we decide to do.
I'm sitting in my glam room in my robe, perched in my chair, doing my makeup. "Baby!" Y/n shouts for me. I hear her mumbling as she tries to find me, "So many damn rooms," she mumbles, and I can't help but giggle at my girl. "Babyyyy," I laugh, "I'm in my glam room!" I shout back. I look through my mirror and see her walk in. "Finally... damn woman, so many rooms," she laughs. "Do you need something, baby?" I ask as I continue doing my eye makeup. "Oh, yeah. Have you seen my Vans?" she asks. "Hmm, which ones?" I reply. "My black and white ones, I literally can't find them." She pouts.
I laugh and turn around in the chair, "They're in my closet because you never picked them up like I asked you," I say, raising an eyebrow.
Y/n makes an 'O' face, and the look on her face is so priceless that I'm trying not to laugh, even though I'm tired of telling her about those damn Vans. "Sorry, and thanks, baby." She smiles and backs away. I can't help but giggle as I turn back around and continue my makeup.
As I apply the final touches, I hear her rummaging through the closet, probably muttering to herself and making a mess of all my shoes and heels, that were organized in my closet. I smile, knowing she'll eventually find them. A few minutes later, she pops her head back in, grinning triumphantly with the Vans in her hand. "Found them!" she announces like she's just discovered a clue.
"Good job, detective," I tease, blowing her a kiss through the mirror. She rolls her eyes playfully and walks over to stand behind me. She places her hands on the back of my neck and starts to massage me. I moan softly as the tension begins to melt away under her skilled fingers.
"That feels amazing," I murmur, closing my eyes for a moment to fully enjoy her touch.
"You deserve it," she whispers, her breath warm against my ear. "You've been working so hard lately."
I smile, leaning back into her touch. "Thanks, baby. I really needed this."
She continues massaging my neck and shoulders, her thumbs working out all the knots. "You're so strong and amazing, baby, carrying our little one and working so hard," she says, her voice low and soothing.
I look up at her through the mirror. "I love you," I tell her softly. She smiles, a tender expression on her face, and slides her arms under my silk robe. Her fingers glide over my lace bra, and she starts to gently massage my breasts, which have been feeling sore lately.
