Finally Famous

49.

Lexi...

"Hey, ZaZa!" I squealed as I took her from Fetty's mom. "Hey, Aydin."

She giggled and kicked around.

I kissed her cheek. "Thanks for coming to get them yesterday." I said.

"It was nothing." She smiled. "I see you're wearing your ring- a better ring." She raised her eyebrow. "So I'm guessing the wedding's back on?" She smirked.

I grinned. "Yes!"

"That's great. But, I'll be leaving you to get back to your planning."

I was on the phone with my wedding planner before she came back over to bring the kids home.

"Oh, I already finished up the last of wedding business." I stated. "But, I still haven't picked out a dress." I poked my bottom lip out.

"Well you should pick out a dress, obviously." She laughed. "You gonna walk down the isle in some white jeans and a shirt?" She teased.

"Not at all!" I busted out in laughter. "I was actually going to pick out dresses with Taya, my cousin Vanessa, and my mom tomorrow. I would love it if you could come experience it with us." I warmly smiled.

"I would be honored to be there with you for this special moment." She replied. "Call me with any details. I'll see you later."

"I'll definitely call you." I gave her a quick hug before she left.

"Mommy, can I have some chips?" Aydin asked.

I looked down at him. "Of course, baby. Come on. I'll get you some." I started walking into the kitchen.

I handed him his favorite bag of chips. After he ate them, I took him upstairs to get ready for bed.

I sat on me and Fetty's bed with ZaZa sitting next to me playing with some of her toys. "What you doin' Za?" I laughed as she screamed out random noises.

She stopped what she was doing to stare at me. "Dada!"

"What? I'm not dada." I giggled.

"No, but I am." Fetty said as he walked into the bedroom.

"Where'd you come from?" I scrolled down Tumblr on my phone.

"The studio." He took off his shirt and went into his closet to find some basketball shorts.

"Hmph." I nodded my head. "The countdown is happening!" I squealed. "Three weeks until the wedding..." I trailed off. "And I still haven't gotten a dress."

"Is you serious, bruh?" He laughed and laid on the bed next to the baby, holding her up in the air and kissing her chubby cheeks.

"She just had a bottle, so you better be careful. She just might spit up on you." I laughed.

"Whateva'." He mumbled and held her up in the air again, causing her to giggle uncontrollably.

"Alright." I shrugged. "Have fun. But I'm going to get my dress tomorrow. Taya, Vanessa, my mom, and your mom are going with me." I went back to my phone.

"My mama said she'll go?" He asked.

"She said she'd love to." I smiled then took a picture of Fetty holding Za up in the air. "Aww." I cooed.

He sat up and placed our daughter in between us on the bed.

"Who am I, Eliza?" I asked

She gave me this blank look.

"Say mama. Ma-ma." I smiled and tickled her stomach.

I began to pout when she went back to playing with her toys.

"Dang it." I mumbled.

Eliza began to cry. Apparently she'd fallen over and hit her face on her rattle. "Mama!" She cried as she reached for me.

"Oh my god." I gasped as I picked her up, holding her in my arms. "Will, did you hear that? She said mama!"

I placed her head on my chest and kissed her forehead, rubbing her back to console her.

He laughed. "Yeah, I heard. You know I'm sitting right here."

I ignored his smart remark and began to rock the baby.

.....

-The next day

"Lexi, leave." Fetty laughed as I tried stalling to leave the house.

"I really should, but I don't want to leave my babies. Where's Aydin?" I asked.

"You already told him goodbye." He laughed. "And ZaZa gone be aight. She's a daddy's girl."

I nodded my head. "You're right. I'll go now. I love you." I kissed his cheek.

"Love you too." He replied.

"And mama loves you too." I smiled sat Eliza.

She grabbed the sides of my face, squishing my cheeks. "Mama!" She giggled.

"ZaZa!" I mocked. "I gotta go."

When I got to the bridal shop, I quickly walked inside to where the girls were.

I heard everyone talking, laughing, and whatnot.

"I'm glad everyone is getting along here." I clasped my hands together in front of me.

"Why wouldn't we get along?" Vanessa kindly asked and looked around at everyone else.

"I don't know. Television shows usually show the bride's mom not getting along with the mother-in-law and everyone not getting along when shopping for dress-" I tucked my lips in. "I'll shut up."

"You're late." My mom said, sitting the magazine that she was reading back down.

"A queen is never late," I sat my purse down on the little couch everyone was sitting on. "Everyone is just simply early." I flashed a smile.