Back home at their penthouse Chris and Rihanna can't suppress their joy.
“Oh my God Chris, we’re having fucking twins, twin girls at that. And obviously one of their names are going to be Majesty.”
“Uh no. What happen to Royalty?”
“I never agreed to Royalty.”
“And i never agreed to Majesty.”
“Well one's name is going to be Majesty.”
“Well then one's name is going to be Royalty.”
“Okay then one's name is Majesty and the other is Royalty.
“Alright so which one is Royalty and Which one is Majesty?”
“Whichever one is born first we will name her Royalty and the second is Majesty”
“Oh cool.”
“Alright then”
“We should call our mothers and let them know.”
“Speak of devil, she's calling now.”
Chris leaves the room to call his mother.
“Hey mama…. Yeah, we found out what we’re having today…...We having twins….Yeah two girls….We naming them Majesty and Royalty….Imma be the best father i can to them….”
Rihanna walks in the room with a horrified look on her face.
“Mama imma call you back.”
Chris hangs up
“Robyn, what's wrong? It's not the babies is it?”
She doesn't say anything
“Robyn! say something.”
A tear falls down her cheek
“My grandmother…” She says with her voice shaky.
“My grandmother died
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What If...
FanfictionWhat would it be like if that night in 2009 had never happened? An alternative ending to the story of Chris Brown and Rihanna.
