We Found Love

Chapter 29

{April 9th}

Rihanna's POV

I feel weird today, I don't know why. It's a strange feeling, almost like I'm completely submerged in water and the pressure is growing larger the farther I sink down. My head feels stuffy, and I'm dizzy. I figured it's just some random pregnancy symptom, and it will blow over in a few hours.

Though it was finally the season of spring, winter still blew hard in the northern United States. Marshall and I have been snowed in for the past few days, making it hard to get anywhere.

Me and Marshall sat on the couch, covered in a thick blanket as we watched the Matrix. Marshall insisted I watched it because it's his favorite movie, and because I have nothing else to do, I agreed. Plus cuddling with Marshall isn't a terrible way to spend this afternoon.

"You want me to go make us something for lunch?" Marshall said looking down at me with his large blue eyes.

"I'm not really hungry." I said trying to avoid telling Marshall how sick I felt today. If I tell him he'll worry, and then he will force me to go to the doctors. To be honest I'd rather just sit at home and sleep it off, I doubt it's anything serious.

"You sure? Your always hungry.." He said surprised by my response.

"Yeah I'm sure." I said not breaking my eyes away from the TV screen. I felt Marshall staring at me intently for a few seconds before brushing off what I had said, and returning to the movie. I bet he knows something is wrong, I'm a terrible liar.

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Marshall's POV

Rihanna's acting... Strange today. She won't get up from the couch and she won't eat anything. I even got her a bowl of chocolate ice cream, which is her favorite. She just held it in her hands till all the ice cream melted, like she had the greatest will power in the world not to eat the it.

I decided not to push her, because I just figured it was something all pregnant women went through and I'm just some stupid man who doesn't understand what's happening.

I was in my "at home mini studio", down the hall from the living room. I know I should be with Robyn to help her get better, but I have to get this work done that my manager dropped on me yesterday. He had the idea for a "Detroit vs Everybody" track with a bunch of other rappers from Detroit. It was a good idea, but I was in charge of the beat, chorus, and I still had to write my verse for the song as well. So I have been working crazy hard to get this track done in time to be on the new album.

I tossed another piece of scrap paper, covered in random rhymes and lyrics, into the trash can. I don't understand why it's so difficult for me to come up with verse for this song, but I'm struggling. Maybe it's the fact that I can't get Rihanna off my mind, I'm just worried something is seriously wrong with her.

Suddenly I heard Rihanna call my name from down the hallway abruptly. I got up out of my chair in walked out of the small room and into the long and narrow hallway. At the end I can see Robyn with one hand under her belly and another against the wall propping her up. She was walking slowly toward me with a needy and helpless look on her face.

"What's wrong baby?" I said walking toward her hastily. I was almost at the end of the hall when Rihanna began to fall forward, slowly.

I ran up and caught her fragile body, before it could reach the ground. I looked at the now unconscious girl in my arms, what the hell is happening?!

"Rihanna.. Rihanna? Come on baby wake up." I said breathlessly while shaking her body.

"Baby please." I pleaded hoping this was all just some sick joke. Trying to collect my thoughts I lowered the two of us onto the ground and cradled Rihanna tightly in my arms, trying to not let her slip from my grasp. I freed one of my hands and dug into my back pocket until I finally got a hand on my phone. I pulled it out and dialed 911, carful not to mess up with my shaking hands.