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Welcome Nicole & Cell! (Cell, do you watch Dragon Ball Z?) “Baby Breezy?” I love that Anna!
Oh my! (Slaps forehead.) I totally forgot to tell y’all that this story’s coming to a close! Yep! I know you all are thinking, ‘but Rihanna’s pregnant, Chris is engaged, and Chris still doesn’t know the truth! Are you sure this is a Chrianna story?’
All I can say is stick very closely to these final three chapters! And what can I say about Chris? Hey, at least he didn’t show the videos? (Sips hot green tea.)
*****
Love… Chapter 20
Rihanna watched Joyce closely when the woman’s face turned dark red. The songstress could tell that Chris’ mother was extremely upset with what Rihanna just told her. Rihanna knew she would be, but she needed to speak fast to avoid Joyce from acting hastily.
“Mommy, I needed to tell you the truth. I didn’t want you to think that I abandoned Chris in his time of need. I was forced to leave him. Jay gave me no choice.”
“Ahem,” Joyce cleared her throat and carefully chose the words she would speak next. In the back of her mind she imagined hitting the rap mogul against his head with a frying pan for ruining the lives of her son and his ex-girlfriend. But she was a Christian woman and she knew the only way to get to Jay-Z was to beat him at his own game. Dealing with the various situations with Chris and Rihanna for the past several years taught her that violence was never the answer. Jay-Z would have to be beaten with games of the mind.
“Have… have you spoken with Jay-Z since you announced your pregnancy?”
Rihanna sipped the warm, lemon tea that Joyce offered her and nibbled on a sweetbread cookie before answering. “No I haven’t. He’s been calling me nonstop, but I just avoid his calls. I believe he was planning to take a trip out to LA to see me, and that was why I came here.”
After sipping tea from her cup, Joyce gave the pop star a serious look and asked, “Do you think… Jay-Z will try to force you to terminate your pregnancy?”
Squeezing her knees over her ankle-length, floral printed sundress, Rihanna looked down at the flat sandals she wore and answered quietly. “Yes, I think so.” She felt Melissa’s hand rubbing her back in support, and Rihanna was grateful for it.
“Ahem,” clearing her throat again, Joyce took another long sip of her tea to calm herself. She wasn’t surprised by Rihanna’s answer given her manager’s actions as of late. Joyce simply wondered what could drive a person to be so cruel to another human being. She understood what Chris did to Rihanna three years ago was horrid, and he got punished severely from her, the media, public, and fans. However three years later after Chris paid his dues, forgiveness was restored and both parties found love again. And with that love they created life, and Jay-Z wanted to ruin that, too. That man is sad and pathetic. And he’s a hypocrite. What he’s doing to Chris and Rihanna is far worse than what Chris did to her.
“Do you want to abort your child?”
Still keeping her eyes on her feet, Rihanna answered Joyce honestly. “I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about a lot of things. I thought about how this pregnancy is going to affect my career, my life, everything. I thought about how it’ll affect Chris, too. I’d be lying if I say I didn’t consider abortion, because a part of me does want to get rid of the baby.”
Rihanna looked into Joyce’s face while tears filled her eyes. It wasn’t often that she cried, and fewer people saw her cry because she felt that crying was for the weak. Given everything that’s been happening to her for nearly three months since she rekindled her romance with Chris, now was a good time to finally release the emotions building within her that she kept behind her guarded wall.
The pop star wiped her eyes, but kept her focus on Chris’ mother. “But another part of me has already made a connection to the baby. I even call him CJ. My Mom’s happy and excited about being a grandmother. Dad’s happy, too. Rorrey and Rajad are slowly consuming the news that they’re going to be uncles soon. My family’s great, and I could care less about the public’s opinion. But I do wonder how Chris feels about it, though. Has he talked to you since last week?”
“You already know you’re having a boy?” Joyce purposefully avoided Rihanna’s question at the moment because she didn’t want to upset the expectant mother with the disturbing news about Chris’ behavior as of late. “Isn’t it too soon to tell?”
“Yeah it’s too soon. I just call the baby ‘him’ out of habit. I’m kinda hoping for a boy, though. But if it’s a girl, I’ll still love her.” Rihanna fully wiped her eyes and noticed that Joyce didn’t answer her question about Chris. She decided to ask again and prepared for whatever her child’s grandmother would say.
“So… did you and Chris talk again since last week?”
Relaxing in her chair, Joyce matched Rihanna’s gaze and answered the young woman. “I called him again once and we talked for a little while. I told him that he needed to be a man and take responsibility for his unborn child. Baby, Chris told me…” she swallowed hard and continued. “He told me that he didn’t want anything to do with you or the baby. He’s fully committed to Karrueche,” Joyce spat out the half-Asian’s name like it was poison on her tongue. “And that is what mattered now. I’m so sorry, Rihanna. He knows I raised him better than that.”
“It’s okay, really. I ain’t even mad.” Rihanna lied. “Chris is a grown man and he’s made his decision. I’m a strong woman and I’ve made mine.” She felt the tears sliding down her face, and this time the songstress didn’t wipe them away. “I’m going to keep my baby. He’s innocent in all of this. Chris and I were irresponsible that night and CJ shouldn’t have to pay for our sins. He deserves a chance at life, too.”
Joyce also discovered that her cheeks were wet with fresh tears. She rose from her chair and hugged both women as they all silently cried together. Releasing their hug, Joyce told them, “Let’s all hold hands and close our eyes. I’m going to say a prayer.”
Melissa and Rihanna did as they were instructed. Together all three women stood in the middle of the living room floor with their heads bowed and eyes closed for prayer.
“Father Jehovah,” Joyce spoke to the higher entity. “I humble myself as I come to you today on behalf of Rihanna and my son. I want you to continue to guide them in their journeys in adulthood, guide their careers, and help them find inner peace.
“I also come to you on behalf on my unborn grandchild. Please watch over him or her and help them to make it safely into this world. I also want to you look after Jay-Z and help him to find the inner peace that I know he’s desperately searching for. If the love my son and Rihanna have for each other is true and strong, then Father Jehovah I know that you’ll help them to see their way into each other’s arms again.
“In Jesus name I pray. Amen.”
“Amen.” Melissa and Rihanna repeated.
They all opened their eyes and Joyce looked at Rihanna and asked, “Have you decided on what you’re going to do about Jay-Z?”
Rihanna shook her head. “No I haven’t. Right now I’ve been running from him, but I know I can’t run forever. I have to face him sooner or later.”
“The sooner the better, daughter. That man is wicked, and there’s no telling what he’s planning to do.”
*****
Rihanna sat in Jay-Z’s office in New York on July 16th Monday afternoon. He sat across from his protégé, looking at her with all of the disdain he had for her. The rapper was truly disgusted with Rihanna’s decision to not only get pregnant by that fool, but to flaunt the pregnancy on Twitter! She knew she should’ve told him what was going on before broadcasting it to the world. That way, the pregnancy could be terminated without anyone’s knowledge and their lives would continue on normally.
Now if he decided to get rid of her bastard child, not only would the media will have a field day, but anti-abortion activists would be all over Roc Nation and Def Jam records with their protests. Either way, bad press would come his way, and Jay-Z worked too hard to clean his image for the public to have Rihanna ruin it.
“So I take it you’re not headlining the London Olympic Festival?” Jay-Z avoided the subject of her pregnancy to intentionally throw Rihanna off.
Rihanna raised a curious brow at her manager. She knew he invited her here to talk about her pregnancy, and the first thing he brings up is the Olympic Festival? This nigga thinks I’m a fool! “No I’m not. I already spoke with the director. We both don’t think it’ll be a good idea for me to travel overseas… given my condition.”
“Yes I understand.” Jay-Z rolled his eyes when Rihanna rubbed her now-three-month pregnant belly. Tired of beating around the bush, Jay-Z bluntly asked, “What are you going to do about the baby? You know you can’t keep it, Rih.”
Sucking her teeth at her manager, the Bajan protectively covered her belly with both arms from the man across from her. She doubted Jay-Z would physically harm her, but given what he did to Chris two months ago, she needed to take precaution. Her manager could be very scary when he’s angry, and Rihanna knew that Jay-Z was extremely angry with her.
“I fully intend to keep my baby, Jay.” Rihanna told him matter-of-factly. “That’s not going to change. I’ve complied with everything you told me to do for the past seven years. For once I would like to make my own decisions. And I’ve decided to keep my baby.”
“I figured you’d say that.” Jay-Z leaned back in his chair and opened his desk drawer. He pulled out a gun and set it on top of the desk, smirking at Rihanna’s wide-eyed look of surprise. “What if I were to tell you that if you don’t get rid of that baby, the father will be erased?”
This man is sick! Rihanna thought with disgust. He needs help! Closing her eyes, the Bajan sent a silent prayer to God, asking Him for strength and patience to confront her manger. Opening her eyes with her faith restored, the songstress answered.
“I would say to you, I’m not afraid. If I were given the choice to sacrifice the lives of Chris or my baby, then and I quote, ‘Chris is a walking dead man’, because my baby’s not going to die. Again I want you to know that I’m not afraid of you anymore, Jay. Your sick, twisted games… they all end here, today.”
Taken aback by Rihanna’s unexpected response, Jay-Z allowed himself to smile a little. She don’t mean that shit. She still loves that fuck nigga, even after all the shit he put her through. All she needs is a little push. “I put him in a hospital the last time, Rihanna. Don’t make me put him in a coffin.”
“Eternal sleep is the best sleep, I heard.” Rihanna shrugged away Jay-Z’s threat. “At least in a coffin, Chris can finally get the peace he deserves. And he can finally no longer deal with your crazy ass. So,” with one hand covering her belly, she used the other to hold on to the arm of the chair to stand up. “If that’s all you called me here for, I’m leaving. This meeting’s over.”
The pop star turned to leave, but stopped when she listened to the mogul’s voice.
“Think about your career, Robyn.”
Facing the rapper, Rihanna sucked her teeth and replied, “I have thought about my career, and I’ve thought about the life of my baby. And I choose my baby’s life.” She opened the door to leave his office, but faced the man one more time with one last sentence. “Oh, and it’s Rihanna to you,” before slamming Jay-Z’s office door.
*****
Chris Brown, Karrueche, and Big Pat were shopping in a local Los Angeles Rite Aid for snacks, supplies, and feminine products his fiancée. It was Wednesday September 19th and he planned on spending a quiet evening at home with Karrueche later tonight. They’ve been out all day shopping, hanging out, having lunch, and spending time at the park.
The singer enjoyed these quiet times with the aspiring-model. After the initial shock of Rihanna’s pregnancy settled, Chris clung to his relationship with Karrueche even harder. He remembered telling his mother that he wanted nothing to do with Rihanna or their unborn child. He was fully committed to Karrueche now, and only her happiness mattered.
He did notice a change in his fiancée’s behavior since Rihanna’s pregnancy announcement. Karrueche wanted sex more often, and she usually tried to goad him into coupling without protection. Chris wasn’t having it.
The minute Rihanna’s pregnancy hit airwaves, Chris immediately replaced his old box of condoms with fresh new ones. He was afraid to even receive oral sex without some form of protection. I ain’t goin’ through this shit again! And he was thankful that Karrueche’s cycle just started. Anoth’r bomb avoided.
Chris walked the snacks aisle alone while Karrueche and Big Pat lurked in the cosmetics section. Putting several potato chips, cookies, and nuts in his basket, the singer wandered over to the periodicals section to look at the latest The Source magazine, and what he saw made him stop hard in his tracks.
His ex-girlfriend was on the October edition of Marie Claire magazine. However that wasn’t what captured his attention. Rihanna was lying in a large plush, red velvet chair wearing Armani maternity jeans and Giuseppe Zanotti sneakers, showing them off as she happily kicked her feet in the air. She wore an Armani plain black, satin bra, pushing her new C-cups up, and her face was devoid of any makeup.
Chris looked at the wide, joyful laugh stretching her face, and he noticed that her hair was in a high ponytail, with a few loose strands framing her face. The ends were jet-black, and the rest of her hair was dark brown from the roots to the mid strands.
I guess she lettin’ her hair grow, the R&B star mused. But his dark brown eyes zoomed in on Rihanna’s swollen belly. Her left hand with the Love tattoo covered the side of her belly, and her right arm was raised high in a fist.
She still got some pretty eyes. Chris’ thoughts betrayed him. The sparkle in her hazel-green irises shone more prominently like gemstones on the cover of the magazine. She really looks happy.
The cover of the magazine read,
RIHANNA:
Single, Pregnant & Loving Life.
“Being pregnant was the best
Thing that ever happened to me.”
Until now, everything that involved his old flame, Chris avoided like the plague. Whenever someone would call him to find out if he was the father of Rihanna’s child, he’d hang up. Whenever she was mentioned on television, he’d change the channel or turn it off. The same if her music played on his car stereo. His mother stopped harassing him about taking initiative to see Rihanna and find out about the welfare of his unborn child. Since he wasn’t doing any interviews this year, he didn’t have to worry about the press hounding him for an interview, but that didn’t stop sites like TMZ and Sandra Rose from soiling his name even more by calling him a deadbeat daddy, right after the woman beater title.
The deadbeat daddy title was an assumption since Rihanna never revealed to the media who the father of her child was. Chris was at least thankful for that much.
Curiosity got the better of him and Chris picked up the October edition of Marie Claire and flipped the pages until he came upon Rihanna’s interview.
Marie Claire: Thank you for spending time with us, Rihanna. And by the way, you look marvelous pregnant!
Rihanna: Thank you for the compliment. And thank you for having me.
MC: How does it feel to be five months pregnant?
R: It’s fascinating at times because there’s another person growing inside of me, but it feels weird too. Like, there’s another person growing inside of me.
MC: (laughs) Well Rihanna, pregnancy suits you well. You’re practically glowing! Have you had any weird cravings or dealt with any of the icky morning sickness?
R: (laughs) Yes to the cravings! No to the morning sickness! It’s funny because I always hated bananas, but the only thing I’ve been craving is bananas. So every night for the past month that’s all I’ve been eating. I’ll eat banana pudding, vanilla ice cream with bananas, cereal with bananas, peanut butter with banana slices, banana chips, just something has to have bananas in it (laughs again)!
But the morning sickness, no I haven’t experienced it. I guess I’m just lucky (laughs again). No vomiting or anything like that. There were a few fainting spells at the beginning, but that’s all.
MC: When did you find out you were pregnant?
R: I found out after I fainted at the Victoria’s Secret fashion show. I was really dizzy and off-balance that night, and I considered the possibility of me being pregnant. So I went to my doctor to see and it turned out to be true.
MC: Why did you reveal your pregnancy on Twitter?
R: I didn’t want to go to the press with the news. At the time I couldn’t deal with all of the questions and stuff. But I felt like my fans deserved to know, and so I put my picture on Twitter. And that’s all to it.
MC: Are you afraid of being a single mom?
R: Not at all. I won’t be raising this baby by myself. Before I got pregnant I told myself the only way I’m ever having a child is if I have a husband, stable career, and loving home. But I have a stable career and a loving home. I don’t have a husband and I don’t need one. My family’s been very supportive so I know they’re going to be with me every step of the way. My Mom’s already bragging to all of her friends about being a grandmother. Dad’s been smoking cigars like crazy, telling everyone that he’s proud to be a grandfather. My brothers are also excited to become uncles. And my fans—I have the best fans in the world—have been sending me cards, flowers, and pictures of their babies, pregnant stomachs, and of their families. So no, I’m not alone in this. I’m very thankful to have the people that I have in my life. And I know my baby when he comes, he’ll be happy, too.
MC: So you’re having a boy, Rihanna?
R: Honestly I don’t know. I just call him ‘he’ just because. I haven’t had an ultrasound yet. I’m waiting to fly my parents out to LA so all three of us can go together. Whatever the baby is, boy or girl, it’s not going to matter to me. All that matters is if he or she receives nothing but unconditional love.
Chris closed the pages of the magazine and placed it back on the rack. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, and his throat close with raw emotion. Something didn’t settle right within him knowing that not only Rihanna planned on raising their child by herself, but she was going to get the first look of their child’s ultrasound with her parents—and not him!
Deep down Chris knew he was acting like an ass since news of Rihanna’s pregnancy hit the airwaves. He supposed he avoided the spectacle because it didn’t register deep within him that he was going to become a Dad, until just now. Reading about her cravings, her family’s support, not enduring the morning sickness—because he was too busy throwing up constantly all those months ago!—and seeing her flawless, exuberant face and swollen belly on the cover ignited something inside of the singer. He had a sudden urge to be with Rihanna. He didn’t want her to go through the rest of her pregnancy alone or with her family. Chris wanted to be there to share all of the pregnancy memories. He wanted to be there to see her belly expand with his child. He wanted to be with her in the emergency room when they both welcomed their child into the world. He wanted to be with Rihanna.
“She’s even more gorgeous pregnant, isn’t she?”
Hearing a woman’s voice distracted the R&B star from his thoughts, and he jumped at the interruption. Turning around, Chris faced Rihanna’s best friend, Melissa. They’ve had their moments of disagreements back in 2009 given what happened, but somehow they managed to end their animosity. They’ve rekindled their friendship, but that was before Rihanna abandoned him. Now Chris wondered how Melissa felt about him at this moment.
“Damn girl, you scared me.” Chris joked, which made the Barbadian smile. “Tap on a nigga’s shoulder next time, a’ight?”
Melissa reached past the singer to grab a copy of Marie Claire. She casually flipped through the pages and spoke, intentionally avoiding looking at Chris. “It’s a good thing Robyn’s got her family and real friends, people who truly love her to help her get through this.”
Chris became angry at Melissa’s insinuation and he started to speak to defend himself, but was interrupted.
“It’s been times when Rob was scared out of her mind. I can only imagine. Being pregnant for the first time, wondering what she was going to do, not having the father of the child around, it could be pretty stressful for a young woman. But you and I both know that Rob’s a fucking thug. I don’t think there isn’t any situation she can’t make light of and turn around for the better.
“She now knows that she does have people who truly care for her in her corner. Hmm, these shoes are cute!” She admired a pair of heels a French model was wearing.
“Look, Mel. Don’t—” Chris started to speak, but once again Melissa cut him off.
Licking her finger to turn the page, Melissa calmly continued. “But I wouldn’t wear them with that dress, though. Everything in life Chris isn’t always what it seems. Robyn didn’t abandon you—maybe you should trying finding out the truth before jumping to conclusions and putting rings on women’s fingers. That watch is ugly.
“I shouldn’t even be here wasting my time with you, but she’s been missing you. She still misses you.” Finally looking at him, Melissa revealed her best friend’s feelings to the father of her child. “Rob waits for you, y’know. She doesn’t want anyone to know and she puts up this brave front, but it’s not enough. With me, her Mom, Dad, and brothers around, it’s still not enough. I guess no matter how much love she has for all of us, it still won’t replace the love she has for your ass.”
Placing the magazine back, Melissa pursed her lips when she listened to Chris’ retort. “What the fuck you wan’ me to do, Mel? How am I ‘posed to call her when I ain’t got her number? I can’t jus’ go ov’r her house an’ shit!”
Reaching in her purse, the Barbadian retrieved her spare key to Rihanna’s house. “Just do me a favor Chris: avoid the paparazzi and keep your emotions in check.” She quickly handed Chris the key right before Karrueche and Big Pat appeared from around the corner.
“There you are, baby!” Karrueche smiled at her fiancé which quickly turned into a scowl when she saw the tall, dark-skinned woman he was standing next to. Recognizing her as one of her nemesis’ friends, the aspiring-model rushed over to where they were standing and wrapped her arms around Chris.
“I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Chris gave Melissa a quick nod in thanks before secretly pocketing the key she handed him.
Shaking her head at the display of pure fakeness, Melissa walked away and hoped that she made the right decision to bring Rihanna and Chris back together again.
*****
Rihanna entered her dark home later that evening after spending hours away grocery shopping. She entered her kitchen and turned on the light to put away the food she just purchased.
“CJ, I know you’re hungry ‘cause I am, too. You wanna eat banana pudding again tonight for dinner?” The songstress spoke to her belly and chuckled when she waited for an answer. “I guess you can’t answer Mama, huh? So banana pudding it is.”
Rihanna was unaware that she had an uninvited houseguest sitting in the living room listening to her every word. After the pop star put away her food and separated her pudding ingredients on the counter, she noticed that she was missing the sugar. Rihanna searched her kitchen frantically for the ingredient, but couldn’t find it.
“I must’ve dropped it by the door when I came in.” Leaving the kitchen, Rihanna quickly walked past the living room and smiled at the grocery bag on the floor. “There it is. ‘Bout to make a bitch go ham!” She picked it up and turned around, only to drop it again on the floor when she noticed for the first time a figure sitting on her sofa in the shadows.
“Who the fuck is you? What do you want? Get out of my house before I call the police!” Rihanna slowly backed against her front door and reached for the knob behind her, wishing she didn’t leave her phone in her purse on the kitchen counter. She was prepared to leave at the moment the person stood to confront her.
The person stood and took rapid strides to approach the cowering woman. They reached forward and slammed the door above her head, preventing her escape.
Rihanna’s heart raced and sweat misted on her forehead. Fearfully she covered her belly with both of her arms and closed her eyes. If she was going to die today, she didn’t want to see the face of the person who would kill her. She only wished she could do more to protect her baby. Mama loves you, CJ.
“I don’t give a fuck wha’ happen between us, Robyn. I don’t care if I was in the hospital wit’ a broken neck, or walkin’ down the aisle wit’ Kae. You shoulda told me in person you was pregnant! I thought we were bett’r than tha’!”
Listening to the familiar southern accent she loved so much made Rihanna slowly open her eyes. She looked up into the handsome, scowling face of her unborn child’s father. Wave after wave of emotion filled her, and the sensation of Chris confronting her in person made her body shake.
When reality finally settled in the pop star asked, “Chris? What the fuck are you doing in my house?” She secretly wished he would remove his hands from her door, because her face was trapped in between his arms. That made her uncomfortable because it meant Chris has the advantage in the inevitable explosion that was about to detonate under her roof.
“Tha’ don’t matt’r now.” Chris’ dark brown eyes bore scathing holes into Rihanna’s fearful ones. “Wha’ I wanna know is, why the fuck you didn’t tell me you was pregnant?”
*****
Jay-Z is really beside himself! First he gives ultimatums to Rihanna about Chris, now he’s trying to tell Kanye’s overgrown, thirty-something-year-old ass that he’s not allowed to date Kim Kardashian! Really Jay, really?
Irrelevant thought: I’m so surprised that no one commented about DJ Babey Drew playing “Forever” for Chris and Karrueche’s engagement.
Relevant fact: Originally this chapter was supposed to be twice as long, but I’m well over 4700 words, so I had to cut it in half. Hopefully chapter 21 will be available by Monday night.
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