My Crazy Ex

Plea Bargain

RIHANNA POV
I bet my momma would beat the black off me if she saw me now. I felt so stupid.

I was standing next to this man and every second someone was giving me a reason to hold on to him. He was my happiness. He was everything to me. I couldn't and I wouldn't just let him go.

No one could take us away from each other now. Chris was my husband. It was me and him until death.

"I love you Mrs. Brown." Chris wrapped his arms around my waist, gentle caressing the small of my back. "I love you so much."

"Say it again."

I felt so stupid. It was just like a movie. The immediate moment of the I dos my brain turned to mush. I was just a little girl in love with a big strong man who was going to whisk me away into my future.

"I love you Mrs. Christopher Maurice Brown." He placed a kiss on lips in between every word. "You are my sky, my moon, and my sun. You rule over my heart and over my mind. Robyn, you are the only woman my heart will ever want. My heart and my soul were made to love you, I know that now. No other love has ever compared to the love I have for you."

I snuggled into his chest. "What am I going to do with you? Hmm?"

"Ain't no love for a black man in this world, Robyn. All I need you to do is love me."

"Then what? What about the future?"

He chuckled and lifted me in his arms, carrying me over to our California king bed. He laid me down on top of the covers, a smile gliding over his lips.

"First I'm gonna get you pregnant." He laughed as if he was joking, but I knew from the gleam in his eye that he wasn't. "Twenty-six years of life and I don't have someone to teach all I have learned to."

"A son, right?"

"Eventually," he muttered, sliding my pumps off my feet, "but I want a daughter first." He reached over into my suitcase and pulled out some lotion and laid it on the bed before rolling up my skirt and sliding my garter down my legs.

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm gonna spoil the fuck out of her.. You're gonna try to stop me but I'll still do it." He laughed again and began tugging my skirt down my hips. "She's gonna have your kinky curls, remember when you wore your hair natural like that? Damn she's gonna be so damn cute."

"B-"

"I hope she gets your eyes too. Maybe not your forehead, but definitely your eyes."

"Chris." I pouted, smacking his arm.

"I'm just being real. I hope she don't get my big ass head or feet." He poured some lotion in his hand and began massaging it into my calves. "Don't matter cause she'll still be cute like you. You're cute as fuck whicho head."

"What about our house? We don't really have a place to live Chris."

"Shiiiit, Imma get one of them houses in the suburbs and drive a Honda Civic. It's gonna be the biggest house we can get too. I'm tryna make enough kids to where they don't need any friends to play a game of touch."

"NAH!"

"Well shit babe, they're gonna grow up with white kids, they can't play football with hypoallergenic Jacob. We gotta make enough for them to play with each other."

I laughed and nudged him. "Two is enough to play with each other.. I'm a model babe. I can't just pop out babies all my life."

He frowned. "That's a problem for later. I know you've got goals and I want you to hit 'em."

How was this the man that mutilated that Draya girl? It wasn't. It couldn't be. There was absolutely no way Chris ever hurt anyone. He was a dream come true for me. He was perfect in every way.

"Let's have a baby then."

"So I can wai-" he paused and peered up at me. "Huh?"

"Let's do it. We're married, why shouldn't we?"

"But.. What about your career? You just said.."

"Why are you fighting this?" I questioned looking over him. "I'm asking you to make love to me Chris."

"I just don't want you to hate me for ru-"

"Chris, as your wife, I'm telling you if you don't get up here and make love to me, I will divorce you."

He laughed and eased himself down between my legs. "Robyn, as your husband, I'm telling you if you ever threaten to divorce me again, I will turn you over my knee."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

KARRUECHE POV
"What are we supposed to do?"

That was pretty much the topic of the day. No matter what we did or what we said, Robyn refused to listen to us. She didn't want to hear what we were saying, but she had to know how true it was. She had to.

"Nothing we can do."

"MEL, don't say that. Robyn is your best friend. There is always something we can do."

Mel shrugged clearly defeated. "She doesn't care. She knows what we're saying is true. She just doesn't care."

"So that's it?" Draya scoffed. "That's it? You're just done. I don't even know her but I know that she still needs us."

"Look-" Mel interjected.

"No, you look," Draya fumed. "I know how Chris is. I know how hard it is to be on the other side of this. Obviously Robyn is more stubborn than I ever could have guessed, but she's not bulletproof."

"Then what do we do?" I asked.

"Maurice. When you showed me your son and I saw how much like Chris he was, I knew you were telling the truth."

"We already-"

"Robyn needs DNA. You need to serve Chris with child support. She won't be able to deny DNA evidence."

"B-but.." I stuttered.

"Chris isn't on her son's birth certificate." Aubrey huffed.

"Then you're going to have to tell the truth." Draya paused looking over me. "The real truth."

"But-"

"No buts. Look at my face. Look at what he did to me. DO YOU WANT THIS FOR ROBYN?" She was livid. "Do you want this for anyone? I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."

"It's too late, they probably already got married." Mel sighed.

"It's never too late. You have to save her life and if you're not willing to, I will do it by myself."