Love Don't Change • Chris Brown

Liquor

Riley.

Two days after I posted bail for Chris—which ended up being almost two thousand dollars—the police department insisted on holding him for a little longer, and hit me with that bullshit ass 'proper protocol' line when I asked why. His mugshot was all over any blog you could think of with either a fake or exaggerated story under it and people were slandering his name in all types of ways, believing the crap they were saying. My dad has been keeping tabs on the both of us since we've moved out here, and it took me almost an hour to assure him that neither of us were in any serious trouble and Chris wasn't in jail for 'allegedly beating his pregnant girlfriend up' like bitch ass TMZ tried to say. He even made me take a picture of my face holding up a spoon to prove that it was false allegations. Mama J also called me to make sure "her only son's face wasn't about to be put on a shirt like Mike Brown or Philando Castile."

It's been about three days in all since he's been home, and as wild as he sleeps and loud as he snores, I miss lying next to my baby at night.

While Yaz and Ro were in the living room watching Descendants 2, I was preparing meatless tacos for the three of us. I figured since I'm no longer getting the Amniotic Band surgery I was supposed to get and it's crucial for me to keep both myself and the babies healthy during this pregnancy, it's best for me to practice a vegetarian diet; at least until I give birth.

As I tossed six tortillas into the oven to crisp them up, I heard the front door open and Royalty's small-but-heavy feet pitter-pattering toward it. "Daddy!" She cried out. I extended my neck over the counter to get a good look of the door and noticed Chris walking through it followed by Bryson and Miracle. A smile instantly crept on my face as he picked Royalty up in an airplane motion. I strolled toward him and he placed Royalty down and wrapped me in his long arms. "I missed you baby."

"I missed you too BooBoo." He lifted my chin up and placed a soft kiss on my lips, pulling away and staring down into my eyes.

"Y'all gon' continue eating each other's face off? Or you gon' thank me for picking ya' boy up in the first place?" Bryson questioned rhetorically. I laughed and walked over to him, giving him a hug. "Thanks a lot, Bryson. Hey Miracle."

"Hi Riley." She waved with a smile.

"Alright bro I'm 'bout to go 'head and ride out. Yasmin you think you can watch Harley tonight? Her mom's outta town and I got a performance."

"You know I got you." Yasmin assured.

"Thank you. You'll be there tonight right?" Bryson turned toward Chris and I waited on his response.

"Of course bro."

"Alright bet, I'll catch y'all later." Bryson gave everyone an individual farewell and left along with Miracle. Royalty and Yasmin focused back on the television while I dragged Chris into the kitchen by hand. He rested his back on the sink and pulled me close to him. "And where are you supposed to be going tonight, Mr.? With your lil' stankin' ass." I asked. I won't lie, he did smell a little tart, but it wasn't too unbearable... it's not like he was able to bathe like he wanted to these last few days.

"I do smell bad huh?" Chris laughed and sniffed inside his shirt. "Ain't taken a hot shower in a minute. But Miracle's birthday is Monday and the club she dance for throwing a party for her tonight. They paying me to perform."

This nigga is fresh out of a holding cell, hasn't slept in a comfortable bed in three days, and wants to go out tonight? To a club?

"Babe you just got home, you don't wanna chill tonight? Just you, me, and RoRo?" I trailed my hands up his body and he caught them, giving the back of them both a kiss. "You know I absolutely love spending time with my girls, but baby the venue paying me six grand for the whole night. I don't show, they don't pay."