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ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱɪᴀ ʙᴀʀʀɪɴᴏ
ᴀᴜɢᴜꜱᴛ 12, 2020
ꜰɪᴠᴇ ⭐️..

my party had come to an ending. i said at least 200 goodbyes to everyone, and i made sure everyone got into their cars safe and sound. it was going on 12 a.m., and taraji hadn't come back yet. she went to get air hours ago.

"how are you feeling ms album releaser?" tab asked, holding a sleeping laila.

"i feel good. im just happy they get to enjoy something while im away."

"yeah, and again, im proud of you. take these days off to relax, honey. get in touch with your mental health. you've been working yourself since you got into this business. time to take a well needed break and come back stronger than ever."

"thank you, and that's the plan– when i do come back, im coming back as hard as i can to make up for lost times."

"thats the energy! anway, where's raji?"

"i was gonna ask you. she went out to get air hours ago and never came back."

"ill try to ca–" just then, taraji came rushing towards us.

"hey, im sorry. i had to go and do something right fast."

"hey, are you okay?" i asked, scoping her out.

"yeah, im fine. are you ready to go?"

"yes" i picked up my purse and grabbed her hand. laila and tab got into the suv behind us.

"i have a surprise for you."

"really? what is it?"

"if i tell you, that would be defeating the purpose of the surprise. it's really nice, though."

"okay, im a little anxious, but ill wait." i relaxed into her and closed my eyes.

minutes later, the car came to a stop. my eyes shot open– we were in the front of a hotel– a fancy hotel. this was the most popular hotel in chicago– very luxurious and worth the stay.

"hey, what's going on?"

"the surprise is in here. let's go." i was clueless, but i trusted her.

she opened my door and grabbed my hand, helping as i stepped out of the vehicle.

"and these..." she had a bouquet of roses, "are for you, my beautiful woman."

"thank you, baby. i love them" we shared a few kisses before going inside of the hotel.

i dont know why, but i felt as if we were being watched– i wouldn't put it past the stalking paparazzis or obsessed fans, but none of that mattered right now. i was  anxious about this surprise she had for me.

im guessing she already has the keycard because we walked right past the clerk and made our way towards the elevator. i grew nervous because of how silent she was– i knew it was a surprise and all, but noticed she was extremely silent the entire time we were on the road. usually, we'd yap eachothers heads off, but there was nothing. maybe she was just as nervous about this surprise as i was.

"and also, this is the only room on the floor that were going to, so there's plenty of privacy and peace altogether."

if i had to deal with paparazzi in the midst, that would ruin my entire mood, but for taraji i could pretend things dont bother me as such simply because i wouldnt wanna ruin anything she took her time out to do, but pictures and things of that sort is an invasion of my privacy and hers. i want it to just be us who remembers these moments, not the entire world– even if we did want the world to know, paparazzi would share it before we get the chance and ruin things