Love Don't Change • Chris Brown

The Shower

Riley.

The day is finally here. My baby shower and gender reveal. It was going on one o'clock and the shower started at two thirty, yet everything was out of place and I was getting irritated by the minute. When India went to go and pick up the cupcakes, the bakery said they weren't ready yet as if they didn't know about this three whole ass months ago, my grandparents won't be able to make it, my mom, dad, uncle and aunt are still setting up in the hotel lobby, Reagan has been bothering me all morning over what the genders of Noah and Nayeli are, my hair still isn't complete, and worst of all the father of my fucking children isn't even here. I called and texted him countless times to see if he would be flying out and got no response. Last time we spoke was the day he performed at the AMA's and that was four days ago. I understand he's still pitying me for some reason and may not be ready to face my family because he thinks I said something to them about what happened, but damn, you don't wanna show up to your own children's baby shower? I know he's a busy man and I may sound like I'm bitching but I would at least expect him to make time for something like this... something we planned months ago. I hit up Bryson, Vanessa, and Miracle to see if they've heard from him and neither of them has, but Kelz said he checked into the house about three times since the performance so he's clearly alive and well.

I sighed heavily at the thought of his absence and touched the top of my head to see how much India had left. She and myself are the only people I trust in my hair so she offered to do it for the shower since I've been experiencing crazy fatigue lately and can barely stand on my fat ass ankles for too long.

"I don't like it." I told her, dropping my hand on my lap. Reagan sucked her teeth. "You haven't even seen your hair, how don't you like it?"

"It feels like I won't like it. Why is it so... tight?"

"Because its a sew in Riley." India butted. "Look if you don't want me to do your hair you're more than welcome to take this needle and thread from me so I can go back in bed until the baby shower starts."

I gave her an appalled look and she mirrored my glares. Thirty seconds into our silent but deadly staring contest, I finally gave up and turned back toward the front.

"You only have one track left, we're almost done. Did you hit Chris up to see where he was?" India asked, igniting a new conversation.

"Of course I did, like a billion times; he's not gonna come." I concluded. "He was supposed to fly out right after his performance on the American Music Awards but I haven't heard from him since."

"You really think he won't show up for his children's baby shower?" Reagan questioned.

"It starts in less than three hours and he isn't even in Atlanta; I wouldn't put it too far past him."

"You gotta stop resorting to the bad things and jumping to conclusion so quickly all the time, Ry. He may just be on the plane with his phone on airplane mode right now. He's gonna be here, Riley. That man loves you and his children with everything in him, he wouldn't miss this for the world."

I sarcastically rose my eyebrows, letting her get the last word.

Three tracks—in fact—later, my hair was finally complete. After Reagan curled and sprayed hairspray in my hair, I shifted from the hard ass steel chair I was sitting in into the small sofa near the room window. I grabbed my phone off the nearby nightstand and checked it. No messages, except from Mama Joyce saying she'll be on the way with Ro soon and a few other "on the way" messages from family and friends. I went back into Chris and my's messages and contemplated on texting him a billion and first time. I snickered to myself quietly and shook my head. I'm not about to keep breaking my neck to get in touch with him. If he shows, he shows. If not... fuck him.