The energy in New York City was electric that night as fans packed into the venue, buzzing with excitement for the show. Remy stood backstage, the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She adjusted her outfit, a sleek black ensemble that hugged her curves just right. Her heart raced, knowing she was about to hit the stage alongside her best friend, Fat Joe. This was their moment, and she was ready to own it.
"Are you ready for this?" Fat Joe asked, grinning widely as he checked his microphone.
"Born ready!" Remy shot back, her confidence soaring. The crowd outside was chanting her name, and she could feel their energy pushing her forward.
As the lights dimmed and the music started, Remy took a deep breath, stepping out into the spotlight. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and she smiled, soaking in the moment. The performance was a blast—Remy and Fat Joe brought the house down with their chemistry, their banter making the audience laugh and cheer.
After the show, backstage was a whirlwind of excitement. Fans were clamoring for autographs, and fellow artists were stopping by to congratulate them. Remy felt on top of the world, a rush of joy flooding her as she mingled with the crowd.
Suddenly, she caught sight of Eazy the Block Captain approaching. Remy's expression shifted as he walked over, his swagger undeniable. He was a well-known battle rapper, confident and bold, and Remy had always respected his talent. But tonight, she could sense the tension in the air.
"Remy, what's good?" Eazy said, flashing a charming smile. "When are you going to stop playing and let me see you again?"
The words hung heavy in the air, and Remy felt a knot form in her stomach. She wasn't expecting this. Drea had been mingling nearby, but as soon as she heard Eazy's comment, her demeanor changed. She crossed her arms, looking between them, clearly taken aback.
"Stop playing?" Remy replied, trying to keep her tone light. "Come on, man, you know I'm busy. Let's not do this right now."
Drea scoffed, her expression hardening. She didn't say a word, but the look on her face said everything. It was disappointment mixed with confusion. Remy felt her heart sink as she watched Drea turn on her heel, walking away toward her dressing room.
"Drea, wait!" Remy called, trying to step away from Eazy. But he reached out to grab her arm, concern etched on his face.
"Remy, it was just a joke," Eazy said, misreading the tension. "You know I'm just messing with you."
Remy shook her head, pulling away from him. "It's not funny, Eazy. You know I'm married. This isn't a game."
But Drea was already disappearing down the hallway, and Remy's stomach twisted. She could see her wife's back as she walked away, the hurt evident in her posture. "Drea!" Remy called again, her voice more urgent now.
She hurried after her, leaving Eazy standing there with a puzzled expression. "I'll be right back," she shouted over her shoulder, her heart racing.
When Remy reached the dressing room, she found Drea standing by the mirror, her arms still crossed, a mixture of frustration and hurt on her face. "What was that all about?" Drea asked, her tone icy. "It didn't sound like a joke to me."
Remy closed the door behind her, taking a deep breath. "Babe, please. Let me explain. Eazy and I have known each other for years. He was just joking around. I didn't think it would come off like that."
Drea turned to face her, her eyes narrowing. "It didn't sound like just a joke, Remy. You're my wife. You can't just brush this off."
"I know, and I'm sorry. I swear it wasn't like that," Remy said, stepping closer. "You know I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you."
Drea's expression softened slightly, but she was still visibly upset. "It just didn't look good, that's all. I don't want to feel like I'm competing with other people."
"You're not competing with anyone," Remy insisted, her voice steady. "You're my everything. Eazy doesn't mean anything to me."
Drea sighed, her shoulders dropping as she looked into Remy's eyes. "I know you're successful and you're in this world, but it's hard sometimes. I just want to feel secure."
"I get that," Remy said, her heart aching. "But you have to trust me. I would never put myself in a position to jeopardize what we have. You're the one I chose, Drea. You and Brielle are my entire world."
Drea nodded slowly, processing Remy's words. "It just caught me off guard. I didn't expect that."
"I promise, it was a misunderstanding," Remy replied, reaching for Drea's hands. "I'm so sorry for how it made you feel. It was the last thing I wanted."
Drea took a breath, her fingers intertwining with Remy's. "Okay, but I need you to be aware of how things can look from the outside. I trust you, but it's hard when you're in a space like this."
"I promise to be more careful," Remy said earnestly. "I love you, and I want you to feel secure. I'll handle things differently in the future."
With that, Drea's expression softened even more, and Remy felt a wave of relief wash over her. "I just don't want to feel like I'm not enough," Drea whispered, vulnerability seeping into her voice.
"You're more than enough," Remy said, pulling Drea close, wrapping her arms around her waist. "You're everything to me. I don't want anyone else. Ever."
Drea leaned into Remy's embrace, her tension slowly melting away. "Okay, I believe you. I just needed to hear it."
Remy kissed the top of Drea's head, holding her tightly. "Let's not let anyone come between us. I'll make sure of it."
They stood there for a moment, the world outside forgotten. The love they shared was stronger than any fleeting joke or misunderstanding. As they pulled away, Drea's smile returned, a soft glimmer in her eyes.
"Now, how about we finish the night strong?" Drea said, her playful tone returning.
Remy grinned, her heart lighter. "What did you have in mind?"
"How about we go out there and show everyone who the real star is?" Drea suggested, her confidence shining through.
"Now you're talking," Remy said, her own excitement building again. "Let's show them what we're made of."
With renewed energy, they walked back out together, ready to face whatever came their way. The backstage buzz continued, but Remy felt a sense of clarity. She and Drea were a team, and nothing—not even a misunderstood joke—could change that.
As they stepped into the crowd, Remy glanced back at Drea, who was already cheering her on. Together, they were unstoppable. And with that thought in mind, Remy was ready to take the stage once more, not just as an artist, but as a wife and a mother, fiercely dedicated to her family and their love.
