AN: Just a note, although my other books link this book will have no relation to the characters from my other stories.
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I'm Jada King Momoa, the wife of Jason Momoa. I'm not only just his wife but I am a 29 year old singer, songwriter, actress, record producer, and dancer. My net worth is currently over 200 million so I guess I would say that I am doing pretty darn well in my craft.
Jason and I met on set of a film about interracial relationships back in the 20s. We played eachother's love interests and it couldn't have been the most perfect timing, it was released 7 years ago. Jason and I hit it off really well, we dated for 3 years then got married and we have since been married for almost 4 years.
Married life is tough because we often feel forced to make public appearances together but it's difficult at times because we are in our golden years. I'm selling records like there is no tomorrow, currently dominating the charts and my husband is killing the acting game. He has been filming like crazy and has so many amazing opportunities heading his way.
I sigh annoyed at the amount of the paparazzi that we are getting, Jason and I got into a small fight ahead of leaving our home.
I put on my shades as soon as I left our house and my hair wasn't the best so the paparazzi keep pointing out how unlike myself I look.
"Bad weave day?" One pap says and I glare at him from behind my sunglasses.
"With that much money you should look better." It kinda hurts my feelings so I slide my fingers into Jason's hand.
"Not so perfect now ar--." Jason turns around and cuts him off.
"That's my wife that you're talking about." They go to speak but he silences them with a glare. "Have a bit more respect and fuck off."
"You're a douchebag."
"And you're an asshole. You only get paid by taking shots of us." Jason unlocks the car and I get in. "I could buy your fucking company and leave you scavenging for another job, so have some respect. You piece of shit."
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Before they could say anything, Jason gets into the car and drives off without hesitation.
"That was hot." I say as I rest my hand on his thighs, he smirks at me.
"You don't have to listen to them, baby. You look beautiful, you always do." He squeezes my hand and I smile warmly at him.
Recently Jason and I have been trying to get pregnant because we are getting older and I fear that if we become so into our work then we may never have children until we're in our forties. Even though we are busy, we can make it work seeing as we've made this marriage last for over 3 years without having considered getting a divorce.
Communication is definitely key in our marriage.
I have a feeling that I am pregnant but we would rather get an ultrasound done just to be on the safe side so that I can chill with the work that I do.
"You think we're pregnant?" Jason asks as he rubs my thighs, I squeeze his hand a little.
"I know I'm pregnant."
"I'm happy, let's just hope that the doctor confirms that. It would be nice to have a new addition to our tiny family." He says in a hopeful tone.
"That means that we will have to buy a new home, car and you're going to have to chill with your driving." I state as I think to how fast Jason drives.
He thinks that we are in Fast and Furious, at first that attracted me to him but after a few years, it scares the living shit out of me. Especially down our path home, this guy will turn a 20 minute drive into a 30 second drive home, that's how fast he is going.
We eventually arrive at the private hospital and shortly after it is confirmed that I am 2 months pregnant. It's not something that we want to share yet so we decided to go out to eat with a few friends.
"We're getting a second chance at this." He says as well pull up in front of our friend's restaurant. I was pregnant once before but I wasn't aware of it until it was too late, my heavy schedule caused me to be stressed out. I ended up miscarrying and it was bittersweet.
As soon as we get out of the car, we immediately have paparazzi on us. I ignore them as I begin to walk towards the restaurant, Jason walks right behind me. I ignore everything that they say as we walk inside, we are greeted by a waiter who thankfully doesn't fangirl over us.
He leads us past the other customers and all the way outside where there is a whole VIP section set up for us.
"EYYYY! The happy couple are finally here." Rihanna shouts as soon as we make our appearance, "And they're only an hour late."
I laugh at this before screaming in excitement as Jason picks me up, bridal style. The group cheer as we make our way over to them. I should be used to this by now, Jason always carries me infront of our friends and I'm never prepared.
Jason laughs as I cover my face in embarrassment seeing as a few customers have turned to face us. I bury my face in his chest as he continues the path down to the VIP area and get this, he is narrating the whole thing.
"At last, the king and queen have arrived." He announces as he puts me down. "All rise to your feet."
Everyone playfully gets to their feet besides Dwayne Johnson.
"Who dares challenge me?" Jason continues as we all look at Dwayne before stepping back.
"This bald, tatted brown guy does." Dwayne dramatically exclaims as he stands up, he then crosses his arms. "And you're not the king."
"Is that a challenge?" Without waiting on a response Jason lunges at Dwayne then they begin to play fight. They literally act like brothers, they do this all time and it's quite entertaining.
The rest of us take a seat at a different table. I look around the table to see Riri, The Wades, Naomi Campbell, Meagan Good, Larenz Tate and Teyana Taylor.
"Chile, let me jump in." Teyana looks to me for approval.
"T?" I tilt my head while pursing my lips at her.
"Thanks Jada." She hastily responds as she gets up and jumps onto the guys.
"Now you see why they never invite our Black asses anywhere." Larenz states as we all shake our head at the three play fighting.
