Dricki

Chapter 20

She opened the door and there he was, Safaree Samuels, before she could say anything, he grabbed her and hugged her tight, careful not to hurt her. And then kissed her like he used to. But she pushed him off of her quickly.

She made a shocked face and he stood there with a "what" emotion.

Her emotions were all over the place but she managed to start with, "What the fuck!?"

After realizing she yelled so loud she quieted down and motioned for him to leave.

"No." He said bluntly. "I love you and I will do anything to prove it.

Nicki stared at him disgustedly.

"Including getting arrested? Because I will call the police right now. Its too late for that lovey dovey shit, should've tried earlier before my heart was broken.-"

"And you caused that... I trusted you until you made it seem like you were dating Drake and then the arguments started and-"

"Stop please, stop." She begged "I'm pregnant okay, and depressed enough you're making it worse I don't need you to come here and mess with my feelings!"

"Listen Onika, I'm sorry." He stopped unexpectedly and started to tear up. He clenched his hand in a fist and paced around. He punched his car window and cut up his hand badly.

"I'm fucking sorry!" He yelled.

She stood there and cried. And it was then obvious that they were still was still a connection between them.

"I can't do this..." He spoke to himself and looked over at the neighbors coming out because of the commotion. He walked back to Onika slowly and hugged her.

"Just leave. I can't take this anymore." She whispered and he backed away slowly. He stared at her the whole time, as he got in his car and drove out to the gate, entered the code and then drove away.

She closed the door and hoped he would never come back again. She felt that she should be happy at the moment, but the tears kept falling. She sat down on the floor and started looking through an old photo album of hers and realized almost all of the pictures were with Safaree. She threw the book across the room and cried more. She went through stacks of books for about 2 hours, ripping out every single picture with him in it and putting it in a pile. She grabbed the lighter and picked up the pictures aggressively. Then suddenly the door opened and Drake and some of his security guards walked in and sat down the bags.

"Thanks" he said and tipped them each 100 dollar bills. They were all staring at something behind him and he turned to look and saw Nicki.

"Damn, Nic, what's wrong?" He walked over and wiped her smeared eyeliner tears.

"I..." She struggled to talk.

Drake turned around and saw all three of the guards staring.

He stared at them offensively.

They all trudged out the door, closing it behind them while mumbling.

He studied her and nodded his head then took the lighter and the pictures out of her hands and sitting them on the couch. wrapping his strong arms around her, he comforted her and told her everything would be alright.

She pulled away.

"I'm sorry" She said and looked down.

"But you didn't do anything...? Go upstairs and get some sleep before the shoot." He kissed her on her forehead and watched her rub her forehead in frustration and walk away.

He turned and observed the room, put the pictures in a grocery bag, and picked up the lighter.

Damn, I better not fuck up, she'll probably burn the whole house down. Drake thought and smirked. He wondered why she was having such an emotional breakdown over him. He guessed it was just because of the pregnancy hormones, and he understood the fact that she had been in a long term relationship with him for over a decade. Or, it could be something else.

"Fuck it." He said and lit a blunt.

Nicki came down a few minutes later, all ready and dressed in white "You done with that yet?" she asked.

"Nah I just started." He said, causing her to roll her eyes.

"Please, we need to leave soon." She said.

"Alright, damn." He put out the blunt and went to get dressed.

1:55 p.m

The photographer noticed neither of them were very optimistic but didn't speak of it.

"Soooooo, 2 months." She smiled and looked at them.

"Yep." Nicki said bluntly.

"Well, what gender are you looking forward to?" She smiled and helped them get into the right pose.

"Ahh, I don't know, I'll be happy with whatever." She smiled.

25 minutes later

As they headed to their car, Drake decided to break the silence.

"You good now?" He asked before opening the passenger side for her.

"Thank you and yes, I'm good. Aubrey."

He thought about asking her why she was crying and shit earlier but he decided to just let it go because there was enough tension already.

"Baby?" She spoke softly, and he stopped moving and looked.

"I love you." She said and smiled proudly.

"I love you more." He said and kissed her. They ignored the paparazzi as if they weren't even there.

As he approached a stoplight near home he looked to the side and whispered in her ear, "You know imma beat it up tonight right." And she laughed and licked her lips.

"If you ask me, I'm ready." She gave him a freaky look.

When they got home, Nicki went to lay down, and Drake went to cook dinner. They had lasagna, garlic bread, and green beans with chocolate cake for dessert.

Nicki smiled and ate her meal, appreciating the fact that he had been taking over household responsibilities. "Thank you darling." She said.

"Anything for my babies." He walked over and kissed her tummy.

At the end of the day, they both felt satisfactory, and fresh. As if they had started their relationship all over, or renewed their vows. Neither of them wanted to fight anymore... At All.