Opposites Attract

17.

Lexi...

"Babe, please be still." I groaned as I sat on top of Fetty's lower torso.

He had his hands gripped around my waist while he let me tweeze his eyebrows.

"They were really irritating me and I'm glad you actually agreed to me fixing them this time." I smirked, leaning over to pluck another hair.

He jumped and covered his eyebrow. "Nah, we done. You done, get the hell up." He tapped my booty a couple of times.

I tried to lean down and pluck this one eyebrow hair that was irritating me on his face, but my stomach- I was now 5 months and my stomach was growing- was stopping me from doing so.

I began to whine. "You know what I need?" I sat up straight and placed my hands on his bare chest.

"What do you need?" He asked. He most likely thought I was going to ask for some weird craving, since I always am.

"Sex. I. Need. Some. Sex." I blandly replied.

He busted out laughing. "I mean, you know I need it just as fuckin' much as you do. But," He paused and placed both of his hands on my stomach. "Baby Zoo ain't tryna have allat."

I laughed along with him. "That'll be weird too. It's like a threesome in my opinion."

.....

The next morning.

Fetty and I went to our new house and finished up the rest of our unpacking.

I paused and looked around. "It feels like home." I flashed a huge smile before wrapping my arms around Fetty. "I love you."

He leaned down to peck my lips. "Love you too, kid." He rubbed the top of my head.

I moved his arm. "Ew, gross. Don't say that; You sound like my daddy." I replied.

He gave him this look that said, 'Oh really?'

"Am I not ya daddy?"

"What the hell? No!" I giggled.

"Well, about 5 months ago, correct me if I'm wrong, but when I was deep up in it I heard you say, 'Mmm daddy! I love you daddy! Daddyy-' "

I playfully hit his arm. "Just shut up. Don't say anything else." I placed my hands underneath my stomach and shifted all of my weight to my left side. "I'm hungry."

"Didn't you just fuckin' eat?" Will teased.

"Did you just call me fat?" I replied with a question. I raised my eyebrow.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Did you even hear the word fat come out of my mouth?"

"No, but you were obviously indicating that I was. You don't ask a pregnant woman if she just ate, I'm pregnant with your child so of course I'm going to eat." I explained, sniffling shortly after. I had no idea I had tears running down my cheeks.

He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. "Stop cryin', ma. I'm sorry, aight?" He kissed the top of my head and began rubbing my back.

I heavily sighed. "Being pregnant comes with being overly sensitive and emotional about shit. So I'm just going to go ahead and apologize for future blow-ups."

He slowly nodded and plopped down on the couch. My phone began to ring shortly after.

"Pass me that, please." I held my hand out. Will passed it to me.

I checked the caller ID, seeing that it was my mom.

"Hello." I answered and sat next to Fetty on the couch, putting my feet in his lap.

I moved the phone away from my face and asked, "Baby, can you massage my feet? They hurt so much."

He glared at me before beginning to massage them.

"Okay, I'm back mommy. What's happening?" I asked with a smile.

I'm honestly glad that my mother and I are trying to patch up our rocky relationship, especially since I'm going to be welcoming her grandchild into this world in September. But, she doesn't know that I'm pregnant yet.

"Nothing much. But, I just want you to know- I'm going to continue to pester you about coming down to visit, especially since your birthday is coming up in about a week. When is your birthday? May...." She trailed off to pretend like she didn't know my birth date.

"May 20th, ma!" I squeaked and giggled shortly after.

She made this clicking noise. "Of course, May 20th. So, what do you say?" She questioned, referring back to her asking me to come visit her and daddy back home in Florida.

I heavily sighed and threw my head back.

"I know you're probably still getting settled in up there, but plea-"

"I'll come." I gave in.

I could hear her clapping on the other end. "Oh, goody!" She cheered. "I'll start setting the guest rooms and everything up. I'm so excited. I've missed you, sweetheart."

I shook my head and her cheeriness. "I'm excited as well mother. I'll be there with my boyfriend and uh," I stopped to rub my stomach. "A very special surprise in a week. I'll have to ask Taya if she wants to come."

"Oh yes, and please tell her I said congratulations on her brand new baby boy."

I patted my stomach. "Will do. I'll talk to you later."

"I love you so much."

"I love you, too. Bye bye." I hung up the phone.

"You're finally going to get to meet my mommy." I smiled and sat my cell phone on my chest.

He groaned. "Do we have to go?" He questioned.

"It's okay to be nervous, babe." I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.

Will smacked his lips. "Ain't nobody nervous." I glared at him. "Okay then, we're going to Orlando, Florida next week. Are we driving or going via plane? Because my parents said they could take care of our tickets." I sat in his lap.

He cleared his throat. "I'on need ya parents' money to get us down to Florida. You know I make plenty of fuckin' money." He replied as I began to examine my nails.

"I need to get my nails done. Should I get my nails done?" I asked him, drifting away from our conversation.

Will grabbed my hand to look at my nails as well. "Them shits look aight to me." He dropped my hand and shrugged.

"Baaabe," I whined and put my hand back up into his face for him to see the problem I was seeing. "Look, right there." I pointed at my chipped nail. "It's freakin' chipped. And," I grabbed my foot and tried my best to pick it up, but of course, my stomach was stopping me from doing so. "I should get my toes done real cute around my due date. When it's time to give birth, doctors and nurses are going to see my toes and I don't want to be embarassed."

"You walk around me with ya toes all undone and crusty." He teased, chuckling a little bit as well.

I scoffed and grabbed his face, kissing him repeatedly. "That's because you loveeee me."

He smirked and kissed me back. "Yeah, and you lucky as fuck for that shit, too."

I looked up at him, noticing his eyebrows that I'd plucked. "Perfect." I lowly said.

"Shit, I know I am." He confidently replied.

I rolled my eyes. "Ha, I wasn't talking about you- even thought you are indeed perfect in my eyes. I was talking about your eyebrows that I did." I smirked.

He smacked his lips and got up from the couch. "Man, I'm gone." He laughed.