Where I Belong

Robyn

I woke up to waves crashing and birds chirping. I think I even heard a little Bob Marley drifting in through the open window. Ri's arm was still nestled around me, her lips only inches away from my neck. I slowly maneuvered out of her grasp and stood up, walking towards the balcony. 

The view that greeted me was extraordinary. The blue water from her massive pool reflected the 9:30 sunshine, the palm trees swayed in the light wind. The beach was off in the distance but still in view, and you could hear the honks and noises of the cars on the main road. I rested my forearms on the railing and breathed in the fresh island air. It was a lot to take in.

"Wow that's a nice view." I heard Rihanna smirk. I peeked over my shoulder at my girlfriend lying alone in the white bed, the sheets draping around her like she was in an ad or commercial. 

"It really is." I grinned, looking back out towards the water.

"Damn right it is." she murmured. I heard her get out of bed and before I knew it I felt her hands on me- on my ass. "You know I was talking about your ass, not the wata." Her nose drew a line from my shoulder up to my ear.

"I know," I giggled, wrapping my arms behind me, around the back of her legs.

"Come back inside. Lord knows how many pap are in the bushes." She said. She slowly began to pull away from me, coaxing me indoors.

"They hide in your bushes?" I gasped as Rihanna opened a drawer and tossed me a Bob Marley shirt.

"They're everywhere, sneaky rats." she shook her head as she put on a 'Barbados Futbol' shirt. She threw me a pair of pajama shorts and put a pair on herself.

She opened the bedroom door for me, and escorted me downstairs. "Lord knows how I've missed Mama's cookin'." she said, sniffing through her nose at the top of the stairs.

"It smells delicious." I said, my stomach voicing it's agreement.

"We totally forgot about dinner last night." she laughed, leading me in the opposite direction of where we were last night. "Mornin' all!" She grinned as we walked into an oversized kitchen.

"Good mornin, my baby." Mama Fenty said, coming over to hug us both.

"Ay ya squirt." Ri said sitting down next to Rajad at the bar on the island. I was passing Rihanna and Rajad to sit next to Melissa at the breakfast table when my girlfriend grabbed me by the hand, plopping me on her lap.

"Rob I'm 16 now! I'm not a squirt!" He said, shoving Rihanna in the shoulder.

"You will always be a squirt to me," she chimed, messing with his hair.

"I'm makin' my eggs, French toast, bacon and fruit buffet. I hope ya girls are hungry." Mama Fenty smiled at us.

"Thanks, Mama." Ri said, putting her chin on my shoulder.

"Damn it smells good in 'ere!" Rory boomed, coming into the kitchen, clad in only his boxers and socks.

"Rory I'm not servin' ya 'til ya put on some clothes, boy." Mama Fenty said, waving her spatula at him.

"I will Mama, I will." he said, scooting by her and kissing her on the cheek, "Mornin."

"Good morning, baby." she smiled. 

"So, ya ready to party tonight?" Ri whispered in my ear as Rory began searching the fridge for something suitable to drink.

"Oh, totally. I'm so excited!" I said, wiggling into my girlfriend's lap.

"So, girls, what are'ya gon' do today?" Mama Fenty asked us, resting on the edge of the kitchen counter as the eggs cooked.

"I was gon' show Nikki the bungalow." Ri smiled. "Think they'll let me?"