Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 169

THIS BOOK WILL BE ENDING VERY SOON, FOR REAL THIS TIME!!!! SOMETIME AROUND 180 PARTS, THIS BOOK WILL BE OVER!!!

Ariana

Friday, 5:31 pm

"You two have fun. Your babies will be in good hands. Just don't give me anymore yet." Pattie says.

"Mom!" Justin says.

"I know what you two do. Now get out of my house. I need time with the kids." Pattie literally pushes us out of the house then closes the door, leaving me and Justin on the porch.

"That's my mom for you." Justin says, scooping me into his arms.

"Let's go have some fun, baby." He kisses me before walking to the car and putting me in the passenger seat.

"I'm really glad you feel better, because this is very important to me." Justin says as he gets in the drivers seat.

"I know, babe. I would probably still come even if I was sick."

"No you wouldn't because I wouldn't let you. I would take Jonathan instead."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, Queen."

Justin drives to the stadium then he takes ten years to find somewhere to park. By the time we both get out of the car, there are a lot of people going in the same direction as us.

We have to take an elevator in the parking garage so we can get to the bridge that goes over the street.

"If they put us on the kiss cam, I'm gonna propose to you." Justin says.

"We're already married, if you forgot."

"Trust me, I didn't forget. I'll remember forever. Even when I'm dead, you'll still be my wife."

"That's a nice thing to think about."

"Hey look, the arena. Let's go in."

"Well, I would hope that's what we were gonna do."

"That's what I'm here for. To make your hopes and dreams come true." 

"Oh, you're so stupid. And I love you."

"I love you too, baby." Justin leans down to kiss me and I smile.

He's all mine, mine to do with what I want. I smirk, thinking about the things that are gonna happen when we get home.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Justin says.

"Nothing. Just using the inferencing and predicting skills I learned in school."

"Oh, you dirty minded little girl."

"I'm not a little girl."

"Trust me. I know." Justin wraps his arm around my shoulders as we cross the street to the arena.

We get in the shortest line that's moving the quickest, ready to get inside and get to our seats.

"I love you so much, baby." Justin whispers.

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more. I have loved you more, I do love you more, and I will always love you more." Justin gives a lady in a yellow shirt our tickets and she scans them before letting us walk in.

We have to go through a metal detector so I take my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and put it in one of the containers before walking through the detector.

I wait for Justin after retrieving my phone, then we follow the directions to our seats.

"Ariana?"

"What is it, babe?"

"I'm just thinking about the fact that I'm sitting right behind Kevin Durant and Stephen Curry."

"Because those are the only two that matter."

"They are."

"Okay, Justin. Whatever you say."

"You don't even know half the players on this team. No, more than half. Those are the only two you know, aren't they?"

"Nope! I know Crayon Johnson."

"You mean Klay Thompson, right?"

"I don't know his name!"

"That's his name, babe."

"Thank you, not that I really wanted to know." I mumble the last part, but Justin hears me and smacks my thigh.

"Hey, we're in public." I whisper.

"I'm aware."

I take out my phone and play with Snapchat while Justin stares at the players warming up for the game.

"Mommy, look! That's Aviella's mommy and daddy!" Me and Justin both look in the direction of the voice, seeing it belongs to a little girl with the name of Riley Curry.

"Hi, cutie."

"Hi! Are you Aviella's mommy and daddy?"

"We are. How do you know her?"

"I've seen her on TV before. She's really pretty! Where is she?"

"Aviella is at home with my mom and dad."

"Hi, I'm sorry about her." Riley's mom, Stephen's wife, Ayesha Curry, the best cook in the world, appears behind Riley with Ryan on her hip.

"No, she's fine. She reminds me of my daughter." I smile.

"Oh, okay. What's your name?"

"Ariana. This is Justin, my husband."

"Nice to meet you both. You're a model, right?"

"I am. Calvin Klein is my life."

"That's cool. Really cool, actually."

"Is Aviella going to be in more commercials and pictures?" Riley asks me.

"I'm sure she will, because of her daddy. Hey, I'm not doing anything. Do you want to talk to her?"

"Can I? Please?"

"Of course. Let me call her."

I Face Time Pattie and she answers almost immediately, or should I say Aviella answers.

"Hi, mommy!" Aviella yells.

"Hey, babe. What are you doing?"

"Playing with Bella and Jazmyn and Jax."

"Oh, well, I have someone here who wants to talk to you. Is that okay?"

"Sure! Is it Alexa?"

"No, princess. It's someone you've never met before."

"Cool! Where is she, mama?"

"Right here, babe." I give Riley my phone and Ayesha stops talking to Justin to go sit next to her.

Turns out I'm awesome and I got us seats next to the families of the players, and we just happened to be sitting next Stephen Curry's family.

I watch Aviella talk to Riley, which is literally the cutest conversation I've ever witnessed.

It's like they clicked instantly. It's sad Riley lives in California because they would be such good friends.

I have a conversation with Ayesha over Riley's head about kids and husbands and everything else, until it's time for the game to start, or time for the players to be introduced.