Finally Famous

34.

Lexi...

"Somebody answer the door!" I yelled from my closet.

I was in my closet because I needed to find something to wear to Fetty's album release party.

Even though I was pregnant, I wanted to be there to support my fiancé.

The doorbell repeatedly rang. So, I had to pull myself up from the floor and walk all the way downstairs to answer the door.

I looked in the peephole and couldn't see anyone.

"Who the fuck is playing on my doorstep!?" I yelled before I opened the front door.

There stood Fetty, standing next to a black and white motorcycle.

"Get rid of it." I simply said and turned around to go back in the house.

"What?" He scoffed. "I'm not gettin' rid of it. This clean as fuck." He smirked, taking off his helmet.

"Ha, well you're not keeping it. You know how I feel about motorcycles." I mumbled before I crossed my hands across my chest.

I'd lost a close male friend in a motorcycle accident. It was actually my very first boyfriend.

We were both juniors in high school and he thought it would be cool to go out and get him a motorcycle.

A week later, he got into an accidentally- dying instantly.

I was just falling in love with him.

"Why not?" He whined. "I got my motorcycle license!" He walked over to me.

"So? Daylon ha-" I stopped myself from talking. "I don't care. Please, get rid of it." I pointed at the motorcycle. "They're not safe and if anything happened to you, I have no idea what I would do."

I sighed as he pulled me into a hug. "I'm not leavin' you or my kids, ma." He assured.

I poked my bottom lip out. "Better not." I playfully hit his arm and turned around to go in the house.

"So dis' mean I can keep it?"

"Negative." I snickered. Then I went back into the house, closing the front door behind me.

"You ready yet?" He followed behind me.

I walked into our bedroom and into my closet. I looked through a couple of dresses I'd bought when I went shopping. "I don't know which one." I sighed. "Black or white?" I showed him two simple dresses.

He chuckled and sat on the edge of our bed. "I don't even know why you goin'. Baby, you pregnant."

I raised my eyebrow at his idiotic comment. "Of course, do you think I forgot about this extra couple of pounds in front of me, everyday, all day?" I scoffed and placed my hands on my stomach. "Of course I'm pregnant, but I'm tired of staying in the house all day." I sighed.

"Well, imma take some precautions to make sure you and ma' daughter safe." He replied.

I nodded my head. "That's sweet. Now," I showed him the dresses again. "Black or white?"

"The white look nice." He shrugged.

"See, I was leaning more towards that but I just wanted a second opinion!" I squealed and struggled to get up from my spot on the floor.

Fetty had to come over to me and help me up.

"Thank youuuu." I dragged out and grabbed my dress. "I should start getting ready since it takes me forever to get ready."

"Yeah, you do that." He laughed.

"Taya said she's on her way over here. Let her in if she rings the doorbell- don't leave her out on the front steps." I pointed my index finger at him.

The last time he was here when she came over, he left her outside for about 15 minutes, being childish as hell.

He threw his hands up in surrender. "Her ass was threatening to kill me! Why would I open the door for her?"

"She didn't start threatening you until after you refused to open the damn door." I replied with humor in my voice.

I turned on my heels and headed into the bathroom to get ready for tonight.

....

"You're a pretty pregnant person." Taya complimented- I guess.

"Wow. Um, thanks?" I gave her a skeptical look before I put on my other earring.

"Girl, you better accept that compliment. Most people I see be looking like a bag of shit when they pregnant." She laughed.

"Speaking of pregnant, I'm so over being pregnant." I sighed, grabbing my clutch.

"Well, next week you'll be six months. Three more left, yay!" Taya sarcastically cheered.

"Ha, ha, ha." I sarcastically laughed. "Next time I'm telling Will to leave your ass outside."

.....

We arrived to the club and Will ordered that there was no smoking around me.

"You sure you'on need nothin'?" He asked, rubbing my thigh.

I placed my hand on top of his. "Taya's got me. Go ahead and have fun, baby." I flashed a smile.

He looked at me once more before he wandered off to where his other friends were.

As soon as he left, I turned to Taya. "How you liking the release party?"

"This shit niiiice as fuck." She giggled. "Do you want anything?"

I shook my head no. "I'm fi-" I gasped when I felt a cramp in my lower abdomen. "I am not fine." I changed my words, holding onto my stomach.

Her eyes went straight to my stomach. "Are you goin' in to labor?" She worriedly questioned. The way she acts you would think she never had a baby.

"It can't be! I'm not even in my third trimester yet." I whined.

"...Oh shit!" She yelled over the music, grabbing my hand and quickly helping me up to my feet. "We need to get you to a hospital quick."

She stopped in front of Monty. "We need to get her to the hospital, she's having some problems with the baby. Imma go find Fetty and I want for you to take Lexington to the car." She hurriedly said before turning to find Fetty somewhere.

"Aight, hurry the fuck up Tay!" Monty yelled after her. Then, he practically dragged me out of the club.

"I can wal-" I stopped once a cramp hit me again. "Fuck, these cramps are a bitch!" I yelled, climbing into the car.

A couple of minutes later, I leaned over the front seat. "Where's Fetty? I need my baby..." I whined.

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A/N: Fuckin' update. I HAD A CHAPTER TYPED UP BUT MY STUPID ASS ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT! I can't believe myself.