Finally Famous

15.

A/N: Y'all, a bitch's allergies been actin' up. Like I've sneezed so damn much that I feel like I've sneezed a lung up.

I hate this time of the year- stupid ass weather.

It be chilly as fuck in the morning and then by the middle of the day I be ready to strip and shit cause it done got so HOT.

Lmao, enough of me ranting about stupid ass allergies, weather, and whatnot. Enjoy this chapter.

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Lexi...

"Aye!" Taya cheered as she twerked on me.

After Summer Jam, we all came back to the house to celebrate Fetty's birthday for the remainder of the night left.

Aydin's grandma insisted that I take Aydin over to her house, so I decided to let him spend the night with her.

I wouldn't want him in the house with everyone smoking and drinking anyways.

"Get off of me." I laughed, holding my hand out.

"You know you like thissss!" She dragged out.

"You're fucking drunk." I giggled at her behavior and took her cup that had remy in it.

"Gimme." She whined as she reached for her cup. "While you got it in your hand, you should sip some."

I still haven't told her I'm pregnant because I wanted to wait a bit further into my pregnancy before I told anyone else.

"I'm good." I quickly replied, turning around to make my way into the kitchen. "I'll just make sure your ass don't get a hold of anymore alcoholic beverages." I stifled back a laugh.

"Drink some." Taya commanded.

"Bitch, who the fuck you think-"

She grabbed a cup and tilted my head back, pouring a little bit of her beverage into my mouth.

I instantly spit it out and went to grab a bottle of water to rinse out my mouth.

"Taya!" I screeched. "Why would you do that? I'm pregnant!" I yelled.

Her eyes widened but she quickly smiled afterwards.

"Oh my fuck, really?" She goofily asked with this stupid smile spread across her face.

I wiped my mouth with a paper towel. "Yes ma'am. I'll be two months next week." I stated. I used the paper towel to wipe away any of the drink that had gotten on my shirt. "Got my fuckin' shirt wet." I mumbled to myself and threw the paper towel away.

Then, Fetty and Monty came into the kitchen where the two of us was.

"We heard some screamin'. Y'all wasn't in here beatin' each other asses, was y'all?" Monty laughed and sat at the kitchen island.

I threw one of the paper towels I'd balled up at him. "You know damn well we are not fighting, fool." I caught it when he threw it back at me, throwing it in the trash can afterwards. "Taya gave me alcohol." I shrugged.

"And you drunk it? The fuck wrong wit' you Le-"

"Of course not!" I defensively yelled back.

"Why you trippin' about it anyways?" Monty laughed and took a sip from his cup.

I grabbed some Doritos out of the pantry and quickly got the bag open, sitting next to Fetty at the kitchen island.

"She pregnant again, man." Fetty lazily laughed and looked over at me.

"You guys smell like weed." I mumbled as I began to feel nauseous from the
smell again. "I gotta go." I groaned and made a run for the bathroom.

Taya...

"I'll help her." I lowly said and quickly got up from my seat to run into the bathroom that was around the corner.

"Lexi, you feelin' okay?" I asked, leaning down to rub her back.

"I'm kneeling over in front of a toilet, throwing everything I ate up because the smell of weed makes me nauseous as of right now. That sound okay to you?" She sarcastically replied, gagging shortly after.

"Bitch, I will beat your ass."

She sat up for a minute, so I threw a wet towel at her in the face for her to wipe her mouth.

"I'd like to see you try." She slyly replied and flushed the toilet. Then, she went to the sink and grabbed a toothbrush, beginning to brush her teeth.

"Taya, open the fuckin' do' and let me come in to talk to my baby." Fetty laughed from the other side.

I bet he could hear us arguing from in the kitchen.

I grabbed the doorknob to open the door. "You better get her. If she wasn't my friend...Lord help me." I lightly chuckled and left the bathroom.

Lexi...

"You feel better?" He asked, leaning up against the sink as I rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash.

I leaned over to spit and smiled in the mirror. "Never better." I lied.

He raised his eyebrows at me, as if he knew that I was lying to him. "Ya' sure?" He said with some humor in his voice.

I stayed silent for a while before I replied, "Okay, maybe I lied." I wrapped my arms around his torso. "I feel better physically but I am not ready to go through this morning sickness and everything with this baby." I pouted with my bottom lips sticking out.

"That sound like it suck." He blandly replied, rubbing my back for comfort.

I playfully hit his chest and got out of the hug. "Wow, thanks for the support. You're so good at it babe." I sarcastically cheered as I giggled a bit.

"Nah, I'm jus' fuckin' with you. But remember, anything you need I gotchu', aight?"

"You should. You knocked me up." I pointed my index finger at him.

He scrunched his face up at my comment. "It takes two people to make a-"

"Anyways," I cut him off. "I wonder if I'll crave brownies like crazy like I did when I was pregnant with Aydin." I pondered. "You think so?" I asked.

He shrugged and stared at me for a bit.

"Would you bake me brownies if I asked you to?" I asked.

He laughed. "Uh, I'on think they'd turn out right and shit." He replied.

"But you'd try right?"

"Did my nigga Monty call my name? Huh?" He obnoxiously laughed while he held his hand up to his ear before he slid out of the bathroom.

"Will!" I whined, following behind him, tugging on the back of his shirt like a little kid.