Finally Famous

33.

Lexi...

"My baby's coming home!" I squealed as I wobbled over to the guest house.

I knocked on the front door repeatedly.

"Mommy! Daddy! Come over real quick, Will's coming home!" I yelled and turned to go back to the house.

I walked into the living room and sat next to Aydin who was sitting by the window. "Did daddy pull up yet?" I questioned.

Aydin shook his head no without breaking his stare from the window. "Nope." He popped the P. "It's gonna take forever." He whined.

I pulled him into my lap, but realized it wasn't comfortable for me. "The baby doesn't want you sitting in my lap." I laughed.

He turned around. "How you know that?" He perched his top lip up.

"One, my stomach is getting big. Two, she started kicking- a lot." I giggled.

He moved out of my lap and placed his hands on my stomach. "I can feel it!" He laughed.

"What's going on you two?" My mom asked, coming in and sitting on the couch.

"Well, while we were waiting on Will, the baby started kicking and Aydin wanted to feel." I explained.

She nodded her head. "Oh, okay. Any sign of him yet?"

I rolled my eyes. "Not at all. He called last night and said he would be pulling up-"

"Now! He's here now!" Aydin screamed, jumping up. He grabbed my hand to help me up.

I was screaming with him, opening up the front door. "Baby!" I squealed. "What's with the car?" I asked as he ran up and gave me a hug, twirling me around.

"Jus' some new shit." He smirked.

"I've told you about buying all of these cars." I sighed and moved my hair out of my face.

"We got the money."

"So." I scoffed but a smirk slowly appeared on my face.

"I ain't even buy it, ma. It was a gift from someone." He smirked.

"Mhmm. I'll go ahead and believe you." I kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you're home."

He returned the kiss. "Glad to be home." He got down on Aydin's level to give him a hug. "You miss me?"

"Yeah." Aydin nodded his head yes.

"How my baby doin'?" Fetty placed the both of his hands on my stomach.

I flashed an eager smile. "She's doing great. I have ultrasound pictures to show you."

"Good to have you home, son." My dad patted his shoulder as we walked inside.

"Yes, it is good to have you home. Now we don't have to deal with Lexington's moping anymore." My mom teased.

I giggled. "Wow, you are so wrong for that!"

.....

"Uh, hey wassup hello!" Taya yelled as she walked into the house.

Fetty laughed and got up from his spot on the couch which was next to me.

"My nigga home? Aw shit!" She yelled, giving him some dap.

"You make it sound like I was locked up or some shit." He chuckled. He sat back down and I put my legs in his lap.

"What's the play?" Taya asked, shifting all of her weight to her left hip.

"Stay inside and chill with my baby." I shrugged. "What are you doing tonight?" I asked.

She scrunched her face up. "Y'all gone stay inside tonight? I thought we'd go out to the club or somethin-"

"I'm pregnant, Taya." I lifted up my shirt to expose my very pregnant stomach. "Um, did you for-fucking-get or?" I nervously laughed before I put my shirt back down.

"Oh shit, you right." She sat on the arm of the couch next to me. "Well," She dig around in her purse for the a minute before she pulled out a magazine. "You tell ya man you was on the cover of People magazine?"

"I already seent them pictures." Fetty waved her off.

"My feet are so sore. Massage them please?" I held my foot up and wiggled my toes.

He gave me a skeptical look, but once I'd raised my eyebrow at him he began to massage my foot.

"Thank you, babe." I flashed a cheesy smile. I turned my head to look at Taya.  "Why are you looking like that?"

She was looking at her phone screen like she was looking at something pretty surprising. "You did a song with Masika?" She asked.

I turned to look at Fetty because I'm no musician. "Isn't that the girl from Love & Hip Hop? Because I didn't like her. At all." I simply stated.

"Yeah. I didn't really like her either." Taya stated. "But she posted on her Instagram that she did a song with my nigga Fetty." She played a small part of the song.

"It doesn't sound bad." I shrugged.

"To be honest." Taya agreed. "But y'all look a little too close right here."

"Bitch, let me see!" I yelled, reaching for her phone.

She let it go in my hands and I examined the picture she was talking about for a while.

Fetty was standing while Masika was hugged up on him. They looked like they were a couple.

"Hmm." I handed the cell phone back to Taya. "Someone's a little too close. Did y'all do anything?" I squinted my eyes at Fetty.

"Negative. No good." He answered.

I believed him. "Mkay. I believe you, baby."

"I believe him too. I just thought I'd speak up because my opinion counts here too." Taya flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Jus' lettin' y'all know."

"Shut up." I mumbled. "I want some pineapples, would somebody be a doll and get me some?" I batted my eyelashes at Taya. "Puh-leaaase."

"You lucky you carryin' my baby." She joked and got up from her spot on the couch.

"...I thought it was my baby." Fetty played along with her joke, side-eying me as he massaged my other foot. 

"It is!" I objected.

"So you lied to me?" She gasped. "We goin' to Maury when this baby is born!"

"Hell yeah, cause I'll be damned if you pin a baby on me." Fetty snickered.

"Y'all are a couple of idiots." I laughed.