Finally Famous

36.

Lexi...

"What the hell did I tell you about this motorcycle?" I snapped at Fetty as I walked outside.

I was inside watching television when I heard the revving of an engine outside of our house.

I come outside and see this idiot on a motorcycle.

I placed my hands on my hips and waited for a response. "Hello! Are you going to answer me?"

He took his helmet off. "Get on."

I instantly laughed. "You've lost your mind. Has vuelto loco." You have gone crazy. I said.

"I'm not going to go anywhere. Just get on." He glared at me for a minute. "I want you to get ova' your fear of motorcycles and shit." He laughed.

"It isn't funny, so you can stop laughing." I said with a straight face. "Aight, aight. Fine. I'll get on, but you better not drive off." I pointed my index finger at him before I climbed on the back of the motorcycle, sitting behind him and wrapping my arms around his torso.

"Eh, it's not that bad." I shrugged. "My nerves are still all over the place though."

I ran my hands up and down his stomach, slipping my hands inside his stomach.

"Lexington." He called out, snapping me out of my trance.

I instantly got up and smirked, holding my hands up in defense. "My bad. I was getting a bit carried away. It's been a while since I had any." I pointed at my stomach.

Fetty laughed. "If you tryna get me to see you wanna have sex, it's not happenin'." He shook his head.

I smacked my lips. "Oh my god, you really buggin'! Why not?"

He scrunched his face up. "It's weird."

"No it is not." I whined, stomping my foot down.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Ay dios mío, look at me." I laughed as I ran a hand through my hair. "Sex is all I can think about right now."

He shrugged. "Why you can't be like that when you not pregnant?" Fetty teased.

"Fuck you." I giggled while I flicked him off.

"When?" He asked.

"Right now." I pleaded.

"Ah, you tried that shit. You really did, ma." He smirked. "Gimme a kiss, I'm bout to go."

I rolled my eyes and stepped closer to give him a kiss. Just as our lips were about to touch, I swerved the hell out of him.

"You thought!" I obnoxiously laughed.

He wasn't laughing at all. "Man, you playin' games. Give me a kiss, Lexington."

"We using government names, are we now? I don't think you deserve a kiss, Willie."

He threw his head back at what I'd just called him.

"Lexington M. Fuller. You better give me a kiss." He demanded.

I smirked. "Willie J. Maxwell, you are not getting a kiss- at least not from me. And you better not go looking for kisses from anyone else." I warned.

He got off of his motorcycle. "I am not about to play wit' you."

"Who said I was playing?" I stepped closer to attempt and intimidate him.

"I don't know, you tryin' to intimidate a nigga?" He raised an eyebrow. 

"I don't know. Are you attempting to intimidate me?" I stepped closer, looking up at him since he was way taller than I was. "...Your lips looking so kissable at the moment doesn't make this situation any better."

"Then kiss me." He taunted with a smirk on his face.

I grabbed the side of his face and passionately kissed him. I pulled back saying, "Let me be the one to stop this right now because I'll rape you in this driveway. I don't know what it is but my hormones are doing something to my sex drive." I sighed. "Love you."

"Luv you too."

"I know you do. Call me when you get to the studio." I said before I went back into the house for a nap.

Being pregnant really does wear you down. I'm always tired.

"Hello, bed. We meet again." I mumbled, pulling the blankets over myself and getting comfortable.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

......

I woke up about an hour later, feeling extremely hungry. I grabbed my cell phone off of my nightstand to check for any notifications.

"Damn... Monty and all of Fetty niggas been blowin' my shit up." I slightly snickered. I barely even text any of them.

I decided to call Monty back as I walked down the stairs to get something to eat.

While the phone rang, my mom entered the room with a worried look on her face along with Taya looking the same way.

"Are you guys okay? What happened?" I asked, hanging up the phone and holding it in my hand.

Neither one of them said anything.

"Um, are you just going to sit there and look stupid?" I giggled. "Because I can go ahead and make my way into the kitchen-"

"It's Fetty." Taya spoke up.

"Sweetie, he was in a motorcycle accident."

My breathing immediately increased. The room suddenly got hot. "Is it okay?" I managed to ask.

"We don't know yet." Taya solemnly answered.

"I-I don't feel too good." I slurred before my eyes closed.

"She's going to pass out." Taya inspected.

All I felt was myself going back and I could hear my mom yell, "Taya catch her!" Before everything went black.