Finale

5.

{Lexington in the multimedia 💘...}

For future references in this chapter, Adrienne is the baby girl that Lexington was pregnant with before the twin girls.

She had the baby but she was a stillborn meaning that she was born dead.

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Lexi...

"So where you tryin' to go?" Fetty asked as he took several pictures of me.

He'd woken up about two hours ago at the crack of dawn while I decided to sleep in.

Because I knew as soon as I got back home to where my parents were watching the kids, I would get so tired out.

I ended up getting up a couple of minutes ago to brush my teeth and wash my face but I was so tired.

So, I was attempting to go back to sleep. That obviously wasn't happening as long as I was at Fetty's condo.

With my eyes still closed, I mumbled, "Nowhere. I just want to stay here and sleep."

"Uh, that's not happenin'." He smirked. Then he grabbed one of my ass cheeks, squeezing it.

I slightly jumped and reached to hit him in his chest.  "Stupid self." I muttered before cracking a smile.

Then I finally sat up in the bed, stretching. "Did you cook something for me?"

"You know damn well I'on cook. But, I can whip you up a mean ass bowl of cereal." He joked.

I groaned while pulling myself out of the bed. I grabbed my bag off of the floor and pulled out my outfit for the day.

It was just some simple sweats and a T-shirt.

"Why you gotta fight with me at Cheesecake? You know I love to go to there,"

I pulled my shirt over my head and started to dance along with the music playing over my phone.

It was Drake's Child's Play.

"Bounce that shit like woah, yeah, bounce that shit like woah–" I laughed to myself. "Yeah, rode that dick like a soldier, she rode it like a soldier."

Fetty raised his left eyebrow at me.

"That's my song, man." I giggled with my hand placed on my chest.

I grabbed my shirt and put it on along with my sweats. "What's the agenda for the day?"

"Uh–"

The song suddenly changed to Controlla by Drake as well. I began to pop move my hips slowly to the music.

"My bad, my bad. Go ahead." I laughed before humming along to the song. "I promise I won't interrupt you anymore baby."

"You sayin' that now, but watch you do some dumb shit." He shook his head at me. "But I thought you was gonna go home."

He took his phone off of the charger and checked Instagram.

"Yo, are you tryin' to get rid of me?" I teased while placing my hands on my hips.

Then I got onto the bed and crawled over to where he was.

"Not at all." He flashed a smile while wrapping his free arm around me. "If anything, I'm tryin' ta' get you ta' stay wit' me."

"Sure you are."

"You know what I was thinkin' about?" Fetty turned his head to look down at me.

I rested my head on his chest. "Hmm?" I answered.

"Adrienne." He cleared his throat and looked straight ahead in front of him.

I cleared my throat as well and wiggled my nose around, indicating that I was uncomfortable.

"Will..." I trailed off, feeling a lump forming in my throat. "If you're indicating that you miss our baby girl, I miss her too."

I felt this huge wave of emotions come over me. I took out my phone to see what the date was.

"Her birthday is coming up." Fetty replied to me.

"It's next week." I put a smile on my face and sat up in his bed. "She would've been four."

"Shit's crazy, ma'." Fetty rubbed my arm for comfort.

"Will, this may seem off subject..." I trailed off and rubbed the side of my arm. "I was thinking we'd take a second honeymoon."

"We never even had a first one." He laughed it off.

"Well, let's go on an official honeymoon." I smiled, sitting up to look at him.

"That's what you wanna do?" He questioned. Then he cocked his eyebrow to the side. "We can do whateva' you wanna do."

"You sure baby?" I smiled, leaning in to give my husband a kiss.

"I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. I also think this'll be great for our communica–"

He immediately cut me off with a kiss. After simply pecking my lips, Fetty kissed me again, adding a little bit of tongue.

"Ew, you're so gross." I giggled at him, licking my bottom lip.

He smacked my ass, grabbing a handful of it. "But you love it. If we plan on goin' anywhere, it'll have to be next week. I won't be free for a looong time after that." He briefly explained.

He continued to rub on my booty while I sat and thought for a minute.

"Okay, we can go next week." I cheesed. "But that's only if you want t–"

"I done told you a million times–"

"I know babe, but I don't want to make you do anything you don't wa–"

"Imma slap the fuck out'a you." He teased.

I leaned down to kiss him. "So it's official." I kissed his lips again. "Vacationing in.... Paris!" I squealed.

"The hell you wanna go to Paris for?" He scrunched his face up at me.

"It's the city of love!" I giggled.

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So Fetty and Lexington are vacationing in Paris next week for their first official honeymoon 🤔?

We shall see how his works out.