Ours For The Taking

chapter 11: liar

(CONTINUED, 6 PM, SAFAREE'S POV)

Nicki and I are at Boa steakhouse for dinner, just because. We sat down and the waiter came over. "What would you two like to drink?" He asks. I ordered some fancy wine, which I couldn't even pronounce.

The waiter turned to Nicki. "Um..I'll just have water."

I laughed and said, "No really, get whatever you want. The alcohol is over here." and pointed the the menu. "Nah, water is fine."

The waiter wrote it down and walked away. I watched her as she looked at her phone. "So do you feel a little better?" I ask. "Not really..."

After dinner, we went home.

"Faree can I talk to you for a minute?" Nicki says. I sat on the couch and she cuddled up next to me. "Do you want a family?"

"Of course Nic." I answer. We've been trying to have a baby for a while but nothing's working.

"When?"

"Whenever you're ready."

I watched the tears swell up in her eyes then run down her face. "I'm not ready..."

"What do you mean?"

"I think..I think I'm pregnant."

"Think?"

"Think."

She got up and walked away. I kept smiling. I got up and went into the bathroom. I saw something weird in the trash. I picked up the slim box and read it. It was birth control.

"Oh hell no...NICKI!!!" I yell. "YEA?!"

She came downstairs.

(NICKI'S POV)

I went downstairs to where Safaree was. He was holding my birth control box that I thought I threw away. "Ohh..... I have to um.."

"Nicki what the fuck is this?"

"Well you take the pill and it stops your p-"

"I know what it does. Why do you have it I thought we were trying to have kids? I thought something was wrong with me but I guess not... Why can't we just have children?" He says.

"I told you I'm not ready for kids but you keep pressuring me! What if I don't want your kids?! If you want kids right now then you picked the wrong girl Safaree. I'm about to go on tour. That would be pretty fucking hard when I have another person in my stomach." I screamed at him.

"So you're saying-"

"Yes! I lied to you! I knew I wasn't pregnant..." I admit. He grabbed his phone and ran out of the house. "You're a liar Nicki, and you do this kind of shit all the fucking time! I'm done! I'm not coming back!" He screamed.

 I went upstairs and look a long hot shower, got out, and put on a tee shirt and thong. Then I got on twiiter. I was scrolling down twitter until i saw something.

@SCAFFBEEZY: Years wasted...Up in smoke

I shook my head and sighed, putting my phone down. I kicked my feet up on the couch and laid my head on the pillow. I started to get chocked up. Please don't cry. Please don't cry.

I can't help it. I let tears fall from my eye. Then I called Sherika and told her to come over. I looked out of the window until she pulled up.

"Again, huh?" She asks and closes the front door. We sat on the couch. "You guys have been on and off for 5 years. And it's always over something stupid. What's it this time?"

"He found out I'm on birth control."

"Oh...Nic.." She frowned and pulled me into a hug. "And Safaree basically told me that he wants kids now and he doesn't care about my career."

"I'm sure he does, but he just doesn't understand. Where is he now?"

"He said he's not coming back so he's probably with one of his broke ass friends. I miss him."

"Don't. He's nothing. So what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know...lucky I didn't cut his ass as soon as he yelled at me."

"Please Nika. This happens 8 times a year. We both know this will blow over in a couple of days." She said. "Sherika you say that all the time." I rolled my eyes. "Am I right?"

"Yess.."

"Okay then."

I sighed and looked down. "I mean, I get it. You're about to go on tour. What the fuck do you look like preforming Anaconda with a pregnant stomach?" She asks and we laughed. "I know! Is he insane? He's being selfish. I'M the one who will be holding that thing in my stomach for nine months."

We ranted to each other all night, until she went home. It was about 2 AM by then; Safaree still wasn't back.

Tomorrow, the glam team and I are going to New York City to shoot The Pinkprint cover art. The photographer would come to LA but he's too busy, so I have to go to NY if i want to get this thing done in time for the album release in November.

I guess Safaree won't be there.

It's kind of weird, because the barbz know when somthing's wrong. They know when I'm sad and upset. They know me better than anyone. I got on Twititer again until I fell asleep.

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