The Trip Of My life- Book 3

Chapter 8- Damn

    After my nap, I woke up. Monica was standing over me, checking my temperature. She looked down at me and smiled then looked at the thingy.

   "99.5. Its want down some." Monica whispered, smiling at me.

  "That's good. I wanna say thank u for taking care of me." I said, looking up at her. She smiled, as I opened my arms and gave her a hug. I pulled, as she walked out.

   "Babes, what's ur temp.?" Tonice asked, getting up off Offset's lap, walking over toward  me.

   "Its was 99.5." I said, as Takeoff grabbed my hand, I looked over at him and smiled.

   "Can u tell us what gender the baby is now.?" Quavo asked, slowly waking up, looking over at me.

   "No and if y'all keep asking y'all ain't gon know until the baby's due." I said, looking over at Quavo then pointing at everyone else.

   "Ok chill." Offset said, smiling over at me. I waved them off and sat up slowly.

   A couple days later, Takeoff was helping me out the bed. I could go home, my temperature is 96.7. He sat me in the wheelchair, pushed me to the car and put me in the passenger seat. We drove back to the house, Takeoff helped me to my rocking chair, I sat down, as he took my shoes.

   "What u want to eat.?" Takeoff asked, looking over at me. I shook my head no and Tonice look at me.

   "So we're not going shopping." Tonice said, throwing her hand up in the air.

   "No, I'm sorry." I said, laughing a little. Looking up at Tonice then Myah.

   "Damn, so what's the nvm." Myah said, as I stared at her with my eyebrow raised.

   "Turn the tv on." I said, looking over at Quavo. He turned it on and the news came on.

   "Hey ain't that ur nurse, Briana.?" Offset asked, I shook my head yes and watched it.

  "So what happened.?" The reporter asked, she licked her lips and looked at the camera.

    "Chrissy, Takeoff's wife." She said, putting quotes around "wife."

   "Yes." The reporter said, shaking his head.

  "Ya, that bitch was rude as fuck to me. She got me fired then told me I'm her nurse, why was I looking at Takeoff. Well bitch, I have eyes, I can look at anyone I want." She said, I quickly got up, grabbed the remote from Quavo, cut the tv off and threw it at the tv, cracking the screen.

  "What happen? Holy fuck, my tv." Takeoff said, looking over at Quavo.

   "Shut the fuck up. What I want u to do is get a fucking interview together, so I can let those bitches know. That I am ur wife and their going to fucking respect me, no fucking questions asked." I said, in a calm voice, looking at Takeoff with anger in my eyes.

   "Ok, baby." Takeoff said, "Come on."

  "Ight." Offset and Quavo said, in unison getting up, slowly walking passed me, following behind Takeoff.

   "U ok, Chrissy.?" Tonice asked, touching my arms, as I turned around.

  "Hell fucking no, those bitches out here think they can do whatever they want and say whatever the hell they want about me. Everybody get me fucked up. Oh, I can't wait to have this baby, Ima beat some asses after." I said, walking around the living room, rubbing my stomach.

   "Girl, sit down." Tonice said, looking at me, walking toward me, grabbing onto my arm. I walked over to my rocking chair and sat down.

   "Calm down." Myah said, standing up, going to the kitchen, coming back with a glass of ice. She gave it to me, as I began to eat some.

   "Baby, we gotta interview tomorrow at 2:45pm." Takeoff said, looking at me. I shook my head, as I got up and went to my bedroom.

   That night, everyone left and said they were coming over around 12:15pm, so we could all drive to the interview together. I took a shower, air dried then got under the cover then waited for Takeoff to get out the shower. When he came out, he put some boxers on then laid down behind me. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed my forehead then we fell asleep. That morning, when I woke up. There was an outfit our for me already. I walked to the bathroom, took a shower then got out, brushed my teeth, washed my face and did my hair. I curled my hair and straightened my bangs.

   "Goodmorning, husband." I said, walking downstairs the stairs.

   "Morning, wife." Takeoff said, walking over me, placing a kiss on my head.

    "I'm not.." I said, before he cut me off.

  "I know, u never r." He said, putting the fork down.

  "What's wrong with u.?" I asked, following him into the kitchen. "Y r u mad.?"

  "I'm not mad, its just I cook everyday for u, but u don't fucking eat it. U cook breakfast, lunch and dinner, but u don't eat it. Baby, I don't like eating my dinners by myself, while u sat on the couch eating pickles." Takeoff yelled, looking down at me. I let out a tear fell down my cheek. I walked away, as he slowly grabbed my arm.

   "I'm sorry." Takeoff said, I looked at him, as he let me go. I went out to the backyard and sat on the shade. As I began to cry more. I guess its was 12:15, cause, Tonice and Myah walked out back.

   "Babes, what's wrong.?" Tonice asked, sitting in front of me, as Myah began rubbing my back.

   "Takeoff yelled at me for no reason." I said, whipping my tears away.

   "Its ok, at least he didn't hit u or we all would've beaten his ass." Tonice said, letting out a little laughed. I smiled a little, as they helped me up, slowly. We walked back into the house, as Takeoff stood at the front door. I walked over toward him, hugging him. I pulled away, he leaned down and kissed me. We walked out onto the bus.

   20 minutes later

  "Hello Migos in the building with Takeoff's girlfriend and Offset's girlfriend." The guy said, pointing at us, talking into the mic.

   "Ya." Offset said, looking over at us then the guy.

   "Introduce y'all selves." The interview guy said, pointing at Quavo.

  "1/3 Quavo houcho." He said, smiling at the camera.

  "1/3 Takeoff wuz happenin." He said, then looked at me.

  "Chrissy J." I said, looking down, as he smiled at me.

  "Tonice L." She said, looking over at Offset.
 
   "1/3 Offset wassup." He said, looking at Tonice then the interview guy.

   "Ight, so there's been a lot happening with y'all, as I heard. Takeoff, u got married.?" He asked, Takeoff asked, smiling.

   "That's good, u lucky lady. Name.?" He asked, Takeoff smiled and looked.

   "Me, Chrissy." I said, smiling at Takeoff. He leaned in and kissed me.

   "Awe that's cute, so u got dissed on the news by this girl named Briana. How do u feel about that.?" He asked, looking at me then Takeoff.

  "Fuck that bitch. She got the nerves to come in my room, looking at my man, yes I'm going to disrespect her. If u don't know me, u better ask somebody." I said, into the mic.

   "Get the asking." Tonice said, making everyone laugh in the studio.

   "So now that y'all married. R y'all gon be working on a family.?" He asked, looking over at Takeoff. Takeoff grabbed my hand and stood me up. "Oh my gosh, everybody. She gotta bum in the oven. So what is it, boy or girl.?"

   "We don't know, the person that knows is Chrissy and she won't tell us." Quavo said, looking over at me, as I shook my head.

  "Damn, so u ain't gon tell nobody.?" He asked, I shook my head no and smiled. After an hour, he started asking the boys about the upcoming album then they freestyle and then we left.

   Do y'all think she ever gon tell them.?
 
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