Ours For The Taking

chapter 1: A day in the life

(NICKI'S POV)

"Ok barbz. *sigh* I gotta go. Love you!! Goodnight. It's barbie bitchhhh!" I yell, ending the Ustream. They're the best. I close my laptop and walk downstairs. "Safaree." I say. He's asleep on the couch, shirtless. "Safaree!"

"Huh?"

"Get up."

"Man what time is it?"

"11."

He gets up and we walk to kitchen. "I'm hungry." I hint. He didn't say anything, just kept rummaging through the refrigerator. "I'm hungry." I repeat, louder.

He takes out a bottle of Myx and pops it open. He hands me one. "It's too late for dinner." He says. "So?" I sit up on the table.

He ended up ordering me pizza, and went to bed. "I'll be up in a second.....I just NEED to finish this song or I'll forget. Goodnight. Love you." I told him. " I love you too."

Yes, Safaree and I have been married for 10 years. I really want to tell the Barbz, but I'm not sure how they'll take it.

I always tell them, 'don't depend on boys', and here I am, married. I think they would be disappointed.  I know they like Safaree, I'm just scared it'll do something to our relationship if everyone knows.

Plus, they pretty much already know, so do I really need to say it? They've seen the rings.

After I was done with the song, I headed up to bed.

(THE NEXT MORNING)

I woke up right next to Safaree, who was staring at me. "Hey." He whispers and kisses my lips. I giggle. "Good morning." I say. I got up and walked into the master bathroom.

I took a shower, got dressed, dried my hair, and let it hang. I went back into the room, where Safaree was still in bed.

"Get ya ass up we gotta go to Drake's studio." I yell. "Why can't he just come here?" He replies. "Just get up."

I went downstairs and waited for him. My phone beeped. It was Drake.

HIM: Hey beautiful. On your way?

ME: Waiting for Safaree.

HIM: Leave him home.

ME: Cut the bullshit or don't expect me to come record my verse. If you're gonna be a d*ck today, let me know.

I put my phone down in anger. Safaree and Drake don't like each other, and everyone knows Drake like me. Sometimes, like just now, he goes too far.

But here's the thing: Nobody knows I'm married to Safaree, other than our families. So he doesn't know he's going too far.

He thinks Safaree is just my best friend, and so does everyone else in Young Money. I don't take the sexual sh*t he says seriously. But Safaree does.

 "Alright. Let's go." He says and runs downstairs. We walk outside and get in his car.

We pull up to the building, and Drake met us at the door. "Hi." I say, dodging his hug. "I'm sorry." he whispers. When we get into the studio room, I go strait into the booth. Drake turns our new song called 'Us' on, and I started spitting my verse.

"N*gga...that was crazy." Safaree says, causing me to crack up. "Play it back."

I listened to my voice and smiled to myself.

Safaree comes into the booth and gives me a hug. "That was great. Slaughtering these n*ggas." He tells me in his Brooklyn accent.

"Yea yea yea. *giggle* Thanks." I smile, pushing him off of me. "Bye Drake." I say and hug him. "Bye. Have a good day." He says.