ALL TO MYSELF.

XXXV - Liyah

"I am not naming our baby Neptune," I laughed, cuddling up next to Pluto in bed.

"Okay, what about Venus for a girl and Saturn for a boy?" he asked, playing with my fingers.

"Venus is debatable but Saturn is a hell no. I'm not naming my baby after a car."

"See, that's the problem. You still think these your babies when they really mine."

"Oh you giving birth?"

"What you think they gone tell their friends first? Aaliyah my mama or Pluto my daddy?"

"You need help," I laughed as his phone started ringing on the nightstand. "Who calling us?"

He picked up the phone as "AG 🦉" appeared across the screen.

"Imagine laying in bed with your fiancé and Drake calls."

"I'm that nigga," he smiled, sliding to accept the call. "What's the word, AG?"

"I'm in town, man. Slide through the studio, I been working on some shit and I need a second opinion."

"Cool, send me the info," he said, hanging up. "You wanna go?"

"Do I wanna leave the comfort of my bed to go and see Drake? You know me better than that," I chuckled, getting up to put clothes on.

"Hey," he said, following me out of bed. "You pulled one crush. I'll be damned if you pull 2."

"And I pulled the one I was supposed to have. He probably looks better in pictures anyway, kinda like you."

"What?" he laughed. "Ion look better in person?"

"You look weird lowkey. I still love you though."

"Girl stop playing with me," he laughed, picking me up and tossing me on the bed.

"I'm just playing, baby," I said between laughs. "Come here."

I held my arms out for him to come closer as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replied, giving me a kiss.

"Now stop throwing me around like a ragdoll before you break my neck."

"Shit, I'm tryna throw you around and break that back when we get home."

"No," I laughed. "We agreed. No sex until the wedding."

"You agreed. I just didn't say nothing back cause you were holding a knife when you said it."

"You swear I'm abusive," I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Liyah, you just bit me the other day because I beat you at Uno."

"You made me draw 8!"

"Come on so we can go," he laughed, grabbing his keys off the dresser.

We got in the car and headed towards the studio. I was used to meeting people that worked with Pluto in the industry from doing their makeup or running into them while we were out at the club but meeting Drake had me nervous. I mean, this is Drake we're talking about. We arrived at the studio as Pluto got out of the car, walking over to open my door. He grabbed my hand as we entered the building, noticing how sweaty my hand was.

"Damn, another nigga got you nervous?"

"Not in that way. I've never met anyone this famous before."

"He just like you and me. Nothing to be worried about."

He opened the door to the studio, walking in ahead of me as music played in the background.

"Plutooooo," I heard Drake's voice coming from the other side of Pluto's body, shielding me.