We Found Love

Chapter 8

Marshall's POV

I woke up to this fucking repeating ringing sound. Lazily I opened my eyes to see my phone vibrating across the end table. I really didn't feel like talking to anybody right now, I just wanted to sleep more.

Responsibly I reached my hand over and answered the phone without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" My voice cracked into a yawn and it was obvious I had just woken up.

"Look who finally decide to answer the damn phone! You know I'd love to sleep in till fucking two o'clock everyda-"

"What do you fucking want Kim?" I asked cutting her off from her rant. I should have really checked that caller ID. The absolute last person I want to talk to right now is this cunt.

"I heard your back in Detroit, why didn't I know this?"

"Because I didn't tell you."

"Listen smart ass I have watched your kids for over three God damn weeks now, and I'd like a break so I'll be over to drop them off in an hour."

"Oh yes god for-fucking-bid you could be a mother for long than a day, my bad Kim. I had no idea my JOB was getting in the fucking way of your hair and nail appointment."

"Fuck you Marshall."

"You already did bitch." I hung up the phone before she did. I know it's childish and stupid but I got some satisfaction out of doing it. It was only my first day back here and that slut bag can't leave me alone for a day.

I rubbed my eyes groaning loudly. I looked down at Robyn who was still sound asleep.

"Hey Ri." I shook her shoulder gently, waking her up. She lifted her body off of mine slowly. Robyn scratched her head while letting out a deep yawn.

"Afternoon." I said catching her attention.

"Oh is it really that late?" She said laying back down on top of me. Robyn wrapped her arms around me and hugged tightly.

"Something wrong Ri?"

"Nah not really, just tired I guess."

"So I just got off the phone with my favorite person." I said sarcastically while hugging Robyn back just as tight.

"What did she want?"

"She's gonna drop off the kids in an hour."

"It's only Monday, I thought they came over on the weekends"

"Kim said "she's watched them for three weeks and deserves a break" what a bitch."

"She knows you're on tour right? You're kinda busy."

"I could be laying on my death bed with all my limbs cut off, and she would still complain I don't watch them enough."

"Don't you think that's a little dramatic?"

"You haven't met her Ri, trust me I wish that was dramatic."

"Well I'm gonna meet her in an hour, can't wait." Rihanna released her grasp on me and got up off the couch. I watched her walk to the front door to grab her suit case, and carry it in the direction of the nearest bathroom. I got up to and followed her into one of my large bathrooms, stopping in the door way.

"Need help getting changed Ri?" I grinned at her and she tossed my a quick glance as she began to brush her hair.

"I think I can handle it Marshall." She said trying to burst my bubble. My eyes traced her body up and down a few times as she stood in front of the mirror.