Love & Lust: Volume II {A Collection of Prince Imagines}

U Have A Nightmare

You and your husband, Prince, have been in the studio since 6 this morning. It is now midnight. Your body aches as you climb the stairs leading to your master bedroom. You both change into silk pajamas, say your prayers and get into bed.

"Tomorrow I have to make sure we re-record that hook and the bass line." He says softly looking up at the ceiling.

"Was that for me or was that a mental note?" You ask.

"Mental note. What all do you have to do tomorrow?"

"I have a 3 meetings and 2 interviews. I need to go to the store to get a few things, mainly my allergy pills. That dress fitting for our next red carpet and I'm taking my car to the shop." You rub your temples trying to remember if there's anything else you need to do tomorrow, but you're too tired to think.

"You sure you wanna do all that tomorrow? That's a busy schedule."

"You do it all the time."

"Mama, I've been doing this for a while. I'm used to it but we've only been married for 5 months."

"I got this, Prince. Trust me. Now let's gets some sleep. I gotta get up in 5 hours." He shrugs it off and curls up close to you. He wraps his arm around your waist and you begin to drift off to sleep.

Your alarm goes off and you wake up. It's 10 o'clock.

"Oh no. I slept through my fort two meetings." You hurriedly get dressed and run out the door. You go to the grocery store first. You load up your cart with everything on the list and leave as quickly as possible. Next you go to your interviews.

"(Y/N), blah blah blah blah?" You can see their mouth moving but you can't hear anything.

You excuse yourself to get water and find the nearest water fountain. Bending over to take a drink the fountain sprays you. You return to your car for your spare outfit only to realize your eggs have been smushed and your once normal car now has four flat tires. Your day continues like this for what feels like an eternity.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), wake up." You gasp for air and look around you. You're still in bed.

You look over at Prince who's face is riddled with worry.

"You started talking in your sleep. Something about eggs and flat tires and running late. Are you okay?" Your fingers glide across your face feeling the small rivers being created by tears. He gently caresses your tear stained cheeks and looks into your eyes.

"I'm exhausted and just the thought of all the things I have to do fills me with anxiety." He wraps you in his arms and lays down with you.

"Don't worry about the little stuff. I'll have Ronnie take your car to the shop and we will go to the store and the dress fitting together. I'll have your assistant cancel your meetings and switch the interviews to over the phone. I want you to spend the rest of the day resting okay?" All you can do is nod. His hand slides under your shirt to rub your back. His warm skin calms your nerves and puts you at peace. With your head resting gently on his chest you drift off to sleep.