Ours For The Taking

chapter 7: Not-So-Petty Fights

(TWO DAYS LATER, 5 PM, NICKI'S POV)

"He could have ruined your career and you're defending him!!!??" Safaree's voice gets louder as we stand in the kitchen. We've been yelling back and forth for 5 minutes already. "Safaree you think you know everything and you know nothing! Drake tried to help!!"

"He wasn't helping when he tried to kiss you!"

"Why am I even here if your just gonna yell at me?!"

"THEN GO TO HIS HOUSE!!"

 "GET OUT!" I yell, throwing a glass on the kitchen floor right by his feet.  Safaree then slams the door so hard that the whole house shakes.

I break down into tears and fall the the floor, trying to avoid the broken glass. We just fought because of Drake. He apologized soooo many times last night, and the hating stopped. So I let bygones be bygones and I forgave him.

But Safaree continued bashing him this morning, and its getting on my nerves, so I snapped at him.  So we had a huge argument and he left.

I cleaned the glass off of the floor. Then I took a shower and put on a thong and tee shirt. I lay in bed with a glass of red wine, watching Judge Judy. I cried myself to sleep.

(3 HOURS LATER)

When I woke up, it was dark outside. I got up and walked out to the hallway. "S-Safaree?" I call. No answer. Fuck. Where did he go? I grabbed my new IPhone that I got yesterday and dialed his number.

"What?"

"Baby w-where are you?"

"......"

"I'm sorry...please come home.."

He hung up. So I called drake.

(15 MINUTES LATER)

"I was just trying to defend you..." I cry onto Drake's chest. "It's okay... He was just mad."

All of the sudden, Safaree swings the door open. I quickly get up. "You've got to be kidding me." He laughs. "No Safaree we weren't-"

"I don't care. Drake get out of my house."

Drake hugs me and leaves. I run upstairs and stopped Safaree. I pulled on his arms. "Baby please..." I whisper. "Nika. Give me some space."

"Wait..." I started shedding silent tears and sniffling again. He turns back around. He wiped my tears and pulled me into a hug. "We gotta learn how to listen to each other more, okay?" He says.

I nodded on his chest. He rubs my back and I look up at him. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face and got in bed.

"What's tomorrow?" I whisper as we lay in the dark. "8 hour video shoot for Anaconda." He answered. I started drifting off until he spoke again.

"Hey....I'm sorry about today. I was wrong and you have every right to hate-"

"I don't hate you." I say quickly, getting mad again. I turn away from him and try to fall asleep.

(MORNING)

 After I got out of the shower, I dried my hair and put it up in a bun. Then i threw on some jeans and a tee shirt. "Safaree get up." I say. I don't feel like talking to him because of yesterday. My sadness turned into anger.

I put on some Jordan's and grabbed my Gucci bag. "Safaree let's go!" I yell. I walk downstairs into the pantry and take a granola bar from the box. "SAFAREE! HELP!!!!" I scream.

I hear him run down the stairs. "WHAT'S WRONG ARE YOU OKAY??!!" He yells. "Just kidding. Come on we have to get to the shoot."

 "Damn Nic you scared me." He exclaims, holding his chest. "Just go get ready please. We can't be late again."

He jogged upstairs and I rolled my eyes.

(1 HOUR LATER)

 When we got to the shoot, the workers were sitting around and the set wasn't done yet. I went over to the set manager. "What are they doing?" I whisper.

"Waiting on new pieces."

"Ok well how about they get done what they can before I wait on some new workers." I say loud enough for them to hear, and they start working again.

We leave the building and go to my trailer so I could get ready. I put on my outfit and walked out of the bathroom. "Nic we gotta talk about yesterday..."

"Nothing to talk about. Come on." I say, pulling on his arm. He pulled me back to him. "STOP SAFAREE. THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT!" I yell and yank myself away.

I don't want to admit that our relationship has been going downhill lately. We have our good moments, but the rest is just us bickering.

He hasn't been going on stage at my concerts as much as he used to. I know he's not JUST my assistant and he has stuff to do, but he's my husband. He should be there for me.

He looked at me with disbelief. "I'm going home." He says. I rolled my eyes. "Safaree don't leave."

"Why not? All we do is yell at each other."

He's right. "Just please stay here."

He sat back down.

 "Knock Knock!" I hear Oscar yell and walks inside, followed by Joyce. "Hey." I sit in my makeup chair and he started crimping my hair, while Joyce does my makeup.

"Okay..what's wrong?" Joyce asks, putting the foundation brush down and looking strait at me. I move my eyes toward Safaree, who was on his phone. "Ohhh...sorry."

 I shrugged and carefully wiped my tears that haven't fallen yet.

(4 HOUR LATER)

I decided to take a break, so I went back to the trailer. Safaree was laying on the couch in the back asleep with the TV on.  I sit next to his legs, careful not to wake him.

(SAFRAEE'S POV)

I woke up when Nicki sat by my legs. I kept my eyes closed so she wouldn't know.

"I want us to go back to normal. Like when we first got married in 2004. I was't famous, and we could go out on a date without the paparazzi giving us a second look." She giggles a little.

"I wish I had time for us...I really do. I'm sorry. And now all we do is bitch at each other." I heard her start to cry.

She sniffled and said, "I'm sorry for bringing you into this shit, I ruined our relationship. I love you Safaree." She cried even harder, so I opened my eyes and pulled her into a hug.

I pulled back, wiped her tears and hugged her again. "I love you too Nika." My voice shook. She squeezes me and I kiss her cheek, trying to hold back my tears.

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