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Cell, I asked because there’s a villain in Dragon Ball Z named Cell. I thought it was an interesting coincidence. Plus I’m an anime geek.
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Love… Chapter 23
“I’m still in shock that Rihanna would allow herself to get pregnant by Chris Brown! And to be seen in public with him and not care about what anyone thinks is disgraceful!” Elisabeth Hasselbeck pounded her fist on the table angrily when she addressed the situation on The View involving Chris Brown and Rihanna rekindling their romance and him fathering her unborn child. The photographs fans took of the couple at JFK airport were posted online and every news outlet, talk show, radio show, gossip site, tabloid site, social media site, and blog were commenting on them.
“I mean, what type of example is she setting for little girls everywhere? That it’s okay for your boyfriend to beat you up, take him back, and get pregnant by him?” Elisabeth continued. “Rihanna has to be absolutely the worst role model ever! She really had a chance to make a difference in the lives of little girls and she threw it all out of the window just for Chris Brown! Disgraceful!”
Sherri Shepherd entered the conversation. “Elisabeth we had this conversation before. Rihanna has forgiven Chris Brown. He’s paid his debt to society. They’re two consenting adults who obviously love each other. If they’re able to move past what happened three years ago, then it’s about time the rest of the world should, too.
“Wasn’t you and the public happy when Chris was attacked and robbed? Some of you felt that Chris got exactly what he finally deserved. So when ‘karma’—and I use that term with sarcasm—has been brought on Chris and he’s moving on with Rihanna, the public still isn’t happy!
“What does everyone want from Chris? Do they want to see him attacked again, does the public want him killed, or forever rotting away in a prison cell? I mean people let’s ask ourselves, when is all of this going to stop? When will we finally allow for Rihanna and Chris Brown to move on with their lives?
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“This is Power 106 and you just tuned into Big Boy’s Neighborhood! I got some explosive news for y’all today! Rihanna, her family, and Chris Brown was spotted today at JFK airport. Chris Brown and Rihanna was holding hands and hugging. If any of y’all out there was wonderin’ who Rihanna’s baby daddy is now we know, it’s Chris Brown! Pictures of the big, happy family are online and they got the whole world goin’ crazy! Y’all also know last week he broke off his engagement with his model girlfriend, Krazy? Karamel? Kream of the Krop? But he never spoke about it. Now we know why! It was to get back with Rihanna! Callers I wanna hear your thoughts!”
“Hey what’s up, Big Boy?” A male caller phoned into the radio station.
“Ain’t nothin’, what’s good, man?” Big Boy greeted him. “How you feelin’ ‘bout this whole Rihanna and Chris Brown thing goin’ on?”
“Man I think it’s good. I think it’s ‘bout time they hooked back up. You can’t stop true love, man. After everythin’ they been through they still love each other. People need to mind they own business.”
Big Boy nodded in agreement even though the caller couldn’t see him. “Alright, thanks man. Let me take another caller! Caller, you on the air!”
“Hello?” A woman’s voice sounded throughout the station. “Hey Big Boy! I just wanna say that Rihanna is stupid to take Chris Brown back ‘cause he made her look like a dang fool in front of the whole world! He beat her up, used her to get on ‘Birthday Cake’, shaded her on Twitter a whole bunch of times, got her pregnant, proposed to that girl, and all of a sudden now he wanna step up and play daddy? That’s crazy, yo! If I was Rihanna, I woulda been let that man go! He ain’t nothin’ but trouble and he gon’ beat her again!”
“Whooo!” Big Boy whistled into his microphone. “Thank you for callin’ Miss Lady. Whoa! As y’all can tell, everybody gotta different opinion ‘bout this situation right here! Keep callin’ in and let us know how you feel!”
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Rihanna’s Pregnant By Chris Brown Rihanna’s Stupid #beatheragainchrisbrown #BabyBreezy*****
“So here we are…” Rihanna squeezed Chris’ hand tightly as she and her family stood outside of the Roc Nation headquarters. They all ignored the paparazzi that continued to swarm them and take pictures. Thankfully both of their security guards were available to ward off anyone who would dare try to approach them. “Chris I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. My stomach’s doing flips right now.”
Chris also clutched Rihanna’s hand in return. He faced her with a goofy smile and said, “Baby tha’s probably CJ in here doin’ backflips an’ shit. You know he get it from his Daddy.” He was glad when his girlfriend smiled at his joke. He only told it to ease the tension he was feeling in his gut about confronting Jay-Z. This was the same man who ordered a hit on him just to force him and Rihanna apart. Chris couldn’t help but wonder what Jay-Z would have planned when they faced each other again. However whatever it was, he was prepared.
The joking façade wasn’t lost on Rorrey though. He gripped the singer’s shoulder and told him, “Man don’t worry ‘bout it. We got your back. Let’s just go in there and handle this shit.”
Chris looked behind him and smiled at the nodding, supportive faces of Rihanna’s family. Knowing that his girlfriend’s family was going to support them in this situation helped rebuild his confidence. He looked at Rihanna again and told her, “Well, let’s go. We ain’t got all day.”
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“Jay’s upstairs, right?” Rihanna asked the clerk at the front desk. The Bajan smiled when the clerk gasped at her family and Chris Brown surrounding her work station.
“Um, good morning Rihanna, and yes-yes he is.” The woman swallowed thickly and answered. “Why are all of… you…” she looked directly at Chris. “…here?”
Beaming brightly at the visibly perturbed worker the songstress replied, “We’re here for a special meeting with Jay. Thank you.” She turned on her heels and walked away with everyone else following behind her.
Realizing that Jay-Z would probably fire her for allowing not only Rihanna’s family, but the man he hated for than life itself in his office, she hollered out to the pop star. “Rihanna! Wait! You can’t go upstairs!”
Rihanna and everyone else ignored the clerk and entered the elevators.
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Jay-Z sat in his office and patiently waited for Rihanna and her company to arrive. He received the phone call from downstairs about their arrival, and Jay-Z welcomed it. Just like everyone else he saw the pictures of her family and Chris online. He was fuming at his protégé’s actions to publicly display her baby’s daddy so openly, but Rihanna has already proved that she no longer cares about the thoughts and opinions of others. It was time they all settled everything once and for all.
Relaxing in his leather chair, the mogul smirked when the door opened and Rihanna and her family stepped inside. He folded his arms on the desk and paid close attention to Chris. He knew the young singer was afraid of him, even though Chris hid it well enough. Jay-Z fully intended to play on that fear today for his enjoyment.
The rapper was surprised when Chris was the first—and only—person to approach his desk. So the fuck nigga got some balls after all, huh? Okay, okay… Let’s see what you got, nigga.
Not wasting any time, Chris told the older man, “I wan’ you to leave us alone! Me and Robyn love each other. We done already proved tha’ you can’t stop us. No matt’r wha’ we still gon’ be togeth’r. You need to get over it.”
Standing next to Chris, Rihanna rubbed his upper arm with one hand and covered her belly with the other. She scowled down at her manager and told him, “What you did to Chris, hiring that man to beat him up and rob him, that was low, Jay! My life is none of your business! Yes I owe you everything, professionally! I do have you to thank for my career, but that doesn’t mean I own you anything personally!
“And I gave you everything professionally. You can easily retire off the money you made off me. Why do you think you can control both my career and my life? You can’t tell me who I can and can’t love. Whether you like it or not, Chris is the one I chose. Deal with it.” Releasing her hands from Chris’ arm and her belly, Rihanna placed them on Jay-Z’s desk and leaned forward as best as she could to look closely at him.
“You know what, never mind. Don’t deal with it ‘cause it ain’t none of your business anyway! You see those people behind me?” She inclined her head in the direction of her parents and brother. “They support me and they support my decision to be with Chris! That’s all that matters! So leave us the hell alone!”
Closing his eyes and breathing deeply to gain patience for his outlandish protégé, the rapper opened them and settled his eyes on the Bajan. “Rihanna, everything I did, I did it for your own good. You’re still young. I've seen a lot of women like you stand by stupid niggas like him.” Jay-Z nodded in Chris’ direction and smirked when the singer frowned at him. “It’s not gonna end well for you.”
“Everything you did… you did it for my own good?” Rihanna stared at the man she once respected and admired in utter disbelief. The audacity of Jay-Z’s confident words coming from his mouth disgusted her. “You hired someone to rob and beat up Chris, the man I love. And that was supposed to make me feel better? You put him in a hospital!” The Bajan wanted to control her emotions and not yell, but it was difficult because knowing that Chris spent all that time in pain and she couldn’t do anything about it because of her manager made her blood boil. Memories of her argument with her unborn child’s father at her home haunted her at the moment. “How was that good for me?”
“Rihanna are you fucking stupid?” The mogul hollered just as loudly. “That nigga,” he pointed at Chris, “put you in a hospital! I did what I had to do. I was looking out for you!”
Gripping the edge of his desk even tighter, the songstress spoke through clenched teeth. “You didn’t look out for me, Jay.” Rihanna lowered her voice once her emotions were under control. “You looked out for you. This was about your image and your money. You’re worried that my reconciling with Chris would affect my career, and therefore affect your money. This was never about me, and you know it.”
Ignoring Rihanna for the moment, Jay-Z focused his attention on Chris. With his trademark smirk in place, the rapper asked him, “So fuck nigga, how did it feel to get hit by a man? Did you like it? Did you enjoy being in a hospital?”
“I shoulda said somethin’ when you threatened me at the premier.” The singer shook his head pitifully at Jay-Z and thought back to the Battleship premier when Jay-Z approached Chris and threatened his life.
Hearing Chris voice his concern caused the former Def Jam president to toss his head back in laughter. Regaining his composure, Jay-Z told Chris, “You can say something now. No one’s going to believe you. And even if they do, all they’re gonna say is you deserved it for hurting Rihanna. I can influence the minds of entire countries. You fuck nigga? You got influence over a bunch of hood-rats that nobody cares about. I should’ve had him to rearrange your face and put you in a wheelchair. Just looking at you standing in front of me next to Rihanna and her family…” Jay-Z paused, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Opening them he continued. “You shouldn’t be here and you shouldn’t be with Rihanna. But I ain’t done with you yet, fuck nigga. You better believe it.”
Monica also shook her head in pity at the rich and powerful man sitting behind his desk. “You’re a godless man, Jay-Z. You’re coldhearted.”
Folding his hands behind his head and propping his feet on his desk, the mogul smiled at his protégé’s mother and told her, “Ms. Fenty that’s the name of the game. To get ahead you have to be cold and godless. And like I said,” his attention shifted to Chris again. “This ain’t over. I couldn’t get you the last time, but I’ll think of something to stop your ass for good.”
The R&B star discovered he was perplexed by his girlfriend’s manager’s words. He thought hard, desperately trying to decipher why Jay-Z disapproved of their relationship so much. Frowning in confusion at the older man Chris asked him, “Are you in love wit’ Robyn? Is tha’ why you so mad at me? You did everythin’ to tear us apart and it still didn’t work!
“You tried to ruin my career three years ago, you got me banned from the radio and the BET Awards, hosted a boycott against me, you turned people’s opinions against me when I performed at the MTV Awards last year, you gave Rob an ultimatum about yo’ baby,” the singer counted on his fingers as he brought up everything Jay-Z did to keep them apart. “You tried to replace her wit’ Rita Ora, you hired a man to kick my ass and take my shit. And it still wasn’t enough! Nigga, get it through yo’ old head tha’ th’r’ ain’t shit you can do to stop us! Me and Robyn gon’ be togeth’r and we don’t give a fuck wha’ you or anybody think!”
The powerful man behind the desk didn’t hear the passion from Chris’ tirade. And he didn’t care to. His mind shut down the moment the singer questioned whether or not he was in love with Rihanna. That was unforgivable!
Within seconds Jay-Z hopped from his desk and lurched forward at Chris. He reached out to grab the singer’s neck, but was surprised when Ronald and Rorrey jumped in to save Chris.
Rorrey and Ronald stood in front of the R&B star to protect him, while Rihanna let go of the desk to wrap her arms around him. “Old nigga, you gonna have to get through us,” Rorrey jerked his thumb between himself and his father, “Before you get to Chris. And I been waiting to put my hands on you for what you did to my sister, nigga.”
Chris was a bit shaken by the sudden outburst from the usually calm, but calculating man. He did his best to not let it show, and was thankful for Rihanna’s family, and to Rihanna for being by his side.
Looking at Rihanna with anger deep-rooted in his eyes, Jay-Z cried out, “Oh so that’s how it is, Rihanna? After everything I did for you? This is how you gonna do a nigga?”
Squeezing Chris even tighter, the pop star mentally basked in feeling her boyfriend’s protective arms circling around her back. Looking over her shoulder, Rihanna addressed her manager. “Yes Jay. It’s like that. I’m done with you trying to control my life and not supporting me, my art, and my ideas.
“I’m done with you trying to do everything to ruin Chris’ life, and I’m sick of your temper tantrums every time I do something you don’t agree with. It’s about time you grow up and realize the whole world doesn’t revolve around you. You may influence the minds of countries, but you can’t control me.” Looking down at the expensive sneakers on her feet, Rihanna suddenly became shy because she knew what she was about to say next was going to hurt her soon-to-be former mentor deeply. And she also had trouble admitting to herself that it would hurt her as well. They’ve been through a lot she and Jay-Z, but nothing lasts forever. All things eventually come to an end.
Sensing his girlfriend’s emotional state, Chris lightly planted a kiss to the top of her head and rubbed the small of her back. He knew the simple gesture helped her relax better. Leaning down, the R&B star whispered in Rihanna’s ear. “C’mon baby. You can do this. We’re all here for you.”
The songstress looked up and into the deep, warm, loving brown eyes of her unborn child’s father. Through his gaze she felt all the love and support emanating from him and it gave her the courage to do what she should’ve done a while ago. Whispering back to him, Rihanna asked, “Don’t let me go?”
Shaking his head with a gentle smile Chris assured her, “never tha’.” They quickly kissed before the Bajan looked over her shoulder again to face Jay-Z.
“Jay, I’ve fulfilled my six-album contract with Def Jam. I’ll go on the Talk That Talk tour next year to finalize it and after that, I’m leaving for good.” Rihanna paid close attention to the older man whose chest expanded and deflated, the only sign showing he was surprised at her decision to leave her record label.
“I don’t feel I get the support I need whenever I put my thoughts and ideas on the table for y’all. ‘Birthday Cake’ was the hottest song this summer, but my own record label didn’t stand behind me on the single. Chris and I managed to prove the public and media wrong with no promotion. There wasn’t a video, we weren’t allowed to perform the song together here in the States, but at least Def Jam could’ve released the song officially on iTunes. I guess they was afraid of being proven wrong—again and the single going number one on the Pop and R&B/Hip-Hop charts.
“That’s what I mean by I don’t get any support for the decisions I make in my career. It’s about time I switched labels. I need someone who’s going to back me up when I make a decision on my career, and at the same time not try to control my personal life, either. So Jay,” the Bajan’s hazel-green eyes were stone hard, staring at the man who discovered and signed her. “Your managerial services are no longer needed. You’re fired.”
Rihanna, along with everyone else in the room thought the mogul would be upset about the news of his money-maker firing him as her manager. Surprisingly he stood in front of her father and brother and simply laughed.
His piercing cackles confused everyone present and they all turned their heads towards one another, silently trying to find out what was going on with the rapper.
“Old age is a motherfucker.” Rorrey muttered under his breath. He shrugged, simply believing Jay-Z suffered from dementia or something else the elderly endure.
Coming down from his hysterical high, Jay-Z rubbed his stomach to ease the laughing pains. Keeping his eyes on the young woman, he told her, “Rihanna are you stupid? Don’t you know with my money and influence I can easily set it up so you’ll never work again? After today everybody’s gonna hate you. I’ll see to that.”
The pop star remained silent but turned around and pressed her back against Chris’ chest. She clutched the gold, cross necklace she wore and smiled at Jay-Z. “Yes. We figured you’d say something like that, so we brought insurance.”
Jay-Z watched Rihanna’s hand lowered from her necklace and for the first time he noticed that there was a shiny, black circle in the middle of the cross. Thinking about the absolute worst he cried out, “Is that a camera around your neck?”
This time it was Chris who began laughing. He rubbed Rihanna’s swollen belly and kissed her neck, all the while never taking his eyes off the now frantic hip-hop mogul. “Yeah it is. Jus’ like you said nigga; to win you gotta be cold. Now tha’ we got evidence of you settin’ me up an’ shit, you gon’ leave us alone. If you don’t, this will be all over TMZ! Me and Robyn, we gonna live our lives an’ be good in our careers. You need to start livin’ yours.”
“You little ungrateful bitch…” Jay-Z wanted to make a beeline towards Rihanna, but knew it would be rather impossible with Ronald and Rorrey standing in front of her. He thought about walking back to his desk to grab his gun, but then realized it would be a terrible idea. His staff discovering four people dead—and one being a pregnant woman—would create more than a mess for his life. Even he wouldn’t be able to use his money, influence, and prestige to get out of that situation. As much as it pained the mogul to admit it, Jay-Z had no choice but to give into their demands.
Sucking his teeth, Jay-Z told his now former protégé, “Fine. Have it your way. Don’t release the tape, and you’re forever free from Roc Nation Management.”
Rihanna smiled brilliantly at the older man before saying, “Thank you, Jay. It all ends here, today. Right now.” She turned to leave with her mother leading the group and opening the door. The songstress waited until Monica was standing outside in the corridor before turning back around to speak again. “Thank you, Jay. I do appreciate everything you did for me, but I don’t appreciate you trying to ruin my life and the life of the man I love.” She remembered the trip to Virginia she took with Melissa and Joyce’s prayer for Jay-Z. “And I hope you find the inner peace you’re searching for, too.”
Chris kept quiet, but placed his hand on the small of Rihanna’s back and led her out of the office.
Ronald also walked out followed by Rorrey, who muttered, “Camel-looking bastard.”
Jay-Z felt a part of his entire world crumble beneath his feet and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He sat back down at his desk and placed his elbows on top of the wood. Resting his chin in his palms, he immediately forgot about Rihanna and decided to focus all of his attention on his upcoming protégé, Rita Ora.
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“Thank you for tuning in to Hot 97.5! I’m Angie Martinez and I have explosive news for y’all today! I just got word that Rihanna has fired her manager Jay-Z! That’s right you heard it here first! Rihanna, who Jay-Z discovered and signed, has fired him as her manager this morning. No word as to why, but speculation is it’s because of Chris Brown!
“Jay hasn’t approved of his former protégé spending time with Chris since the incident in 2009, understandably so. Jay wanted to protect Rihanna’s image and keep her career going, but that hasn’t stopped the pop star from getting pregnant by Chris! The new couple was spotted earlier today at JFK with her family. Chris Brown and Rihanna, it seems, no longer care about what the fans, media, or public thinks. Callers, let me know how you feel about this.”
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“So I just got word that Rihanna and Chris Brown have not only reconciled and made a baby together, but Rihanna has fired Jay-Z as her manager.” Wendy Williams spoke to her audience who all gasped in shock at the news. “Yes, yes it’s all true. It all happened today sometime after Rihanna and Chris Brown were seen together at the airport with her folks. I… I…” The outspoken talk show host held her head down and shook it in pity.
Looking at the camera, Wendy spoke to Rihanna. “Rihanna, baby girl, I know what you’re trying to do. You clearly still love Chris, but firing Jay has got to be the dumbest things you could do to your career! And you’ve made some pretty dumb decisions this year.” The audience clapped and hollered in agreement. “That man discovered you, took a chance on you—and let’s face it, you’re not the best singer in the world, and your stage presence leaves something to be desired.” Wendy smiled when her audience laughed.
“You-you sell sex and controversy in order to sell records, and you had no problem using Chris’ name three years ago just to sell records! Whether you like it or not, Jay was looking out for you. Whatever he told you to do, you were supposed to do it, no question!
“Without him Rihanna, your career is nothing! I don’t wish anything bad to happen to you, but I don’t see you having much of a career after this. A lot of people are mad and disappointed in you. I know I am.”
*****
“It looks like everybody got something to say.” Rihanna dryly spoke as she packed her clothes to prepare for their trip back to LA. They just returned from the airport after dropping off her family so they could return home.
Chris turned off the television and also started to pack his clothes in silence. He knew that by confronting and secretly recording Jay-Z they did the right thing, but he also couldn’t help wondering how this would affect his girlfriend’s career.
The singer knew the majority of her career was built off the domestic incident from three years ago, and now that Rihanna is pregnant and openly seeing him, he couldn’t help but to think of all the opportunistic doors she just shut for herself because of her love for him.
Now that she was pregnant, Rihanna canceled the rest of her live performances, and besides the Marie Claire magazine interview, no one else has tried to hire the pop star for anything else. There were a few television talk shows that wanted to interview her about her pregnancy and Chris, but the Bajan flat out refused to speak about it. So for now, Rihanna was a free agent. And deep down Chris knew she was happy about the break since she rarely ever got one due to the extreme, tedious schedule Jay-Z kept her on. But Chris also knew the love of his life is a natural workaholic and after the baby comes, she’ll be ready to return to doing what she loves—entertaining.
I guess we’ll jus’ worry ‘bout all tha’ later. The R&B star’s ears perked up when he heard Rihanna speak.
“I want you to move in with me, Chris.”
Stopping his task of folding and packing clothes, Chris looked at the mother of his unborn child with wide eyes. Even though he heard her loud and clearly the first time, he wanted Rihanna to repeat her statement for confirmation. “Say tha’ again.”
The pop star also stopped folding her clothes and faced Chris head-on. She told him with a serious face, “I said when we get back to LA, I want you to come live with me. There’s no since in us being apart now. Everybody knows we’re together and everybody knows I’m pregnant by you. It only makes sense.” She looked down at her suitcase on the hotel bed and continued folding her clothes.
Chris considered her idea and mentally chuckled at her nonchalant attitude about something so serious. It would be best if they did move in together for the sake of their child, but he wasn’t stupid. The singer has known his woman for seven years and counting and he knew the real reason why Rihanna wanted him to move in with her and not the other way around. Her stubbornness simply wouldn’t allow her to speak on the real issue.
Rihanna didn’t want to move in with Chris because for two years he shared his mansion with Karrueche. He already imagined the fights and arguments that would most definitely ensue because of the songstress’ insecurities about his ex-girlfriend. She would most likely start a fight about the many places he and Karrueche made love, and whatever else they did in his home together. So to avoid the conflicts, Rihanna just asked—told Chris he should move in with her. That way they could start fresh and be in a territory that the woman she hated more than Jay-Z never stepped foot in.
From a practical standpoint Chris living with her made sense. Rihanna’s mansion had more space which meant they had more room for their child to play and grow. Our child. The words still made the singer’s heart flutter with amazement and anticipation when he imagined their baby crawling, waddling their first steps, laughing and playing in their home. Oh man.
There were many things to consider as well. Chris would need to put the house on the market and find a seller willing to buy it. It originally cost $3 million but he only paid $1.5 million for it. He wouldn’t sell it for less than $2 million. However, the R&B star was open to living with Rihanna. There were still issues they needed to deal with in their relationship, but he knew they would work on them together. They already talked about seeing a counselor when they got back to LA as well. And it wasn’t like Rihanna was proposing to Chris; neither person was ready to take their relationship to the next level.
They agreed to take baby steps in the rekindling of their relationship… again. The first time they made the agreement, Chris and Rihanna immediately rushed into things too quickly. They attended the Battleship premier and she starred in his music video. All that did was allow for people like Karrueche and Jay-Z to interrupt their relationship with their lies and schemes which eventually separated them.
This time they were more prepared. With evidence of the hip-hop mogul setting Chris up to get robbed and attacked, and the aspiring model erased from their lives, the two major negative factors were no longer a threat. All they needed to deal with now is the media. Rihanna was fully prepared whenever she was ready to do interviews again, but the singer still needed some lessons on media etiquette.
I’m not gon’ worry ‘bout all tha’ now. Chris told himself. We’ll get to all tha’ when we get back to LA. Looking at the pop star he told her, “We can talk about it when we get back home.”
Smiling softly after closing and zipping her suitcase, Rihanna looked at him and asked, “How long will it take you to move your things in my place?”
“Damn gurl,” the R&B star laughed out loud. “You jus’ know I’m gon’ move in wit’ you, huh?”
Walking around the bed to meet her boyfriend, Rihanna reached for his chin and smoothed the hairs of his goatee. She tilted his head down towards her lips and said, “Because I know you, silly. You was thinking about it, which means you’re gonna say yes. If you didn’t want to live with me, you would’ve just said no right after I asked you.” Leaving no room for debate, the songstress pulled him in for an adoring kiss.
*****
Sunday January 20, 2013 10:43AM; Los Angeles, California
After hours of grueling pain from her first experience at childbirth, Rihanna rested her back against her pillows cuddling her newborn son. She stared down into his pink face and marveled at his deep brownish-green eyes every time he opened them. She tugged on the small blue-and-white Ralph Lauren skull cap he wore, and wrapped him in his blue-and-white Ralph Lauren blanket to keep him warm.
The songstress looked past her mother who was hovering over her shoulder and at her baby’s father sleeping in a chair nearby. He looks so cute. Rihanna told herself with humor.
Chris lay awkwardly in the hospital chair wearing gray sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a pair of black-and-white Jordan’s. His mouth was open with a sliver of drool running down his chin. He was snoring gently and snorted in his sleep a few times.
Joyce looked at her son from the other side of the room and shook her head in amusement. Facing Rihanna she asked, “Girl, how do you put up with him? And how long has he been out?”
Looking away from Chris, the pop star smiled at Joyce and answered, “Mommy, he’s been out of it for…” she looked at the clock hanging on the wall to count the time, “over two hours now.” Chuckling Rihanna continued. “And I don’t know how I put up with Chris. I guess it’s because I love him.”
“Baby after everything the two of you been through, it’s nothing but love.” Joyce wiped a single tear that threaten to fall from her eye. She was extremely joyful for both her son and Rihanna for managing to endure everything and still come out on top of it all. She was glad their love and strength managed to help them through all the obstacles they faced because now the young couple can be at peace and raise her grandson in a loving home.
Monica Fenty and Joyce Hawkins were the only two visitors present for Rihanna’s delivery. The Bajan was adamant about only having the grandparents and father around for her birth. She didn’t want to see anyone else. Her father and brothers decided to stay at home and agreed to see their grandson and nephew when he arrived home.
Getting home will be an issue for the new parents since the moment word got out that Rihanna was in labor, the media has been camping outside the hospital for over twenty-four hours. Everyone wanted first pictures of her and Chris’ child, and magazine offers for photographs were in the multi-millions.
Rihanna didn’t care about any of that. She knew first-hand how cruel and uncaring the paparazzi could be when they tried to get a photo-op. She’s been man-handled enough times that she lost count. Naturally the pop star didn’t want an over-enthusiastic pap to shove her while she was holding her son and put her son at risk of getting hurt. However for now, the new mother would worry about that when it was time for her to be discharged.
“What did you name him, sweetie?” Monica smoothed the curls from her daughter’s forehead in a comforting gesture. She reached out her finger to her first grandchild’s fist to pry it apart so he could hold it. The older woman felt her heart swell with love and pride when her grandson grabbed her finger with all of his. “Oh my goodness!”
Chortling lightly, Rihanna looked at her mother to answer her. “We kept our family tradition and named him after an R for Daddy. I think he’ll like that.”
Nodding in agreement, Monica felt warm tears sliding down her cheeks and she used her free hand to wipe them away. “Yes baby, Ronald will like that very much.” She shook her finger gently and smiled at her grandson’s soft yawn. He kept his eyes closed and snuggled against his mother’s bosom to relax.
The new mother smiled down at her son again and gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead before speaking. “His name is Rohan Maurice Fenty-Brown.”
Joyce marveled at the name and was deeply elated that they gave her grandchild Chris’ middle name. Rohan’s living proof that we’re all one big, happy family. “Baby that’s a lovely name. It really is.”
“Thank you, Mommy. I’m glad you like it.” Rihanna replied, never taking her eyes off Rohan. “Chris wanted the baby to have his first name, but I put my foot down. I didn’t like how Rohan Christopher sounded. It sounds like something from Peter Pan, y’know?” Both grandmothers chuckled at Rihanna’s joke. “So eventually he just gave in and let me have my way.”
Grinning brightly at the songstress Joyce told her, “I’m glad you’re already whipping my boy into shape. You’re going to be a great mother, Rihanna.”
“Thanks.” Rihanna appreciated hearing those words from Joyce. “And Chris will be a great father. I just know it.”
“Zzzz….”
Three pairs of eyes focused their attention on the snoring male in the chair, oblivious to his surroundings. All the women laughed, but they made sure to not laugh loud enough to wake the singer. “Y’all have to forgive Chris,” Rihanna switched the conversation. “He’s been running around the room like a chicken with its head cut off. And when he tried to watch me give birth, he just… fainted. Like, Chris just fell out on the floor—hard. It took two nurses just to get him in that chair.”
Joyce covered her mouth with her palm to contain her bursts of laughter. She easily pictured her son blacking-out from the gruesome site of a live childbirth. Nothing could prepare anyone for the birth of a child, so for a new father who’s never witnessed a live birth before to stand in the room unprepared would be an overwhelming—and disgusting experience.
Shaking her head at Chris’ antics Joyce thought, that boy’ll never change. He’s gonna stay the same no matter what.
“But he did wake up just to sign the birth certificate.” Rihanna spoke with a nonchalant shrug. “After that he’s been asleep since.”
“I’m not surprised Chris would do that.” Monica told her daughter with a bright smile.
Joyce nodded. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Immediately the sound of quick farts came from the sleeping R&B star, which made all three women groan in disgust. “Well that was a mood-killer.” Joyce rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest.
Monica shifted her attention back to Rihanna, again. “So Chris hasn’t seen little Rohan yet?” She released her finger from Rohan’s grasp to fold her hands in front of her.
Shaking her head, Rihanna told her mother, “No. After everything he’s been through, I just thought it would best to let him sleep. He’ll wake up eventually for some father-son bonding.” Visualizing Chris holding and smiling down at their child for the first time warmed the pop star’s heart. Imaginary butterflies fluttered in her stomach while she anticipated for the display of affection to happen.
Joyce desperately wanted to take pictures of the new family on her cell phone to cherish, but she respected Rihanna’s wishes to not have any photographs taken. The Bajan was worried about them being leaked to the press, and she wasn’t ready to reveal the face of her son. Joyce understood it well. Rihanna wasn’t trying to accuse anyone close to her of selling any pictures, but the new mother simply wanted to take every precaution available to make sure her family had their privacy until she was ready to share Rohan with the world.
The loud wails of Rohan filled the air and Rihanna cooed at her son. She giggled when his face turned bright red and his eyes squinted with no tears coming out. “Guys I think he’s hungry. It’s been a while since he ate.”
“Aww…” Joyce placed her hand over her heart and nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry baby. It’s okay.”
The loud screams of his son woke Chris from his dreamless slumber. He wiped his eyes, yawned, and stood to stretch his body after spending hours in the chair. “Damn man, wha’s tha’ noise?” He questioned everyone in the room.
“That ‘noise’,” Monica was the first to speak. “Is your son over here.” She craned her neck in her daughter’s direction and Chris’ eyes shifted to his woman holding a tiny baby in her arms.
“Damn…” the singer whispered in astonishment. It was the first time he laid eyes on his child and several emotions coursed throughout his body. Happiness was the biggest one followed by a bit of fear. He was overjoyed that Rihanna had given birth to their healthy baby, but was scared and excited at the thought of being a father.
Growing up Chris didn’t have any male role models to look up to and guide him into manhood. He witnessed his mother getting abused countless of times, was shoved into the entertainment industry at the age of fifteen, became an abuser for one night, and wasted years away drinking, partying, and having fun without a care. By the time the R&B star looked back, he realized how quickly time flew. Now he was the parent of a baby with the woman who would always have his heart regardless of any circumstances that may occur. It was officially time for Chris to grow up because he now has two lives to be responsible for. I’mma do everythin’ I can to make sure you don’t grow up like me. You gon’ be better than me, lil’ man.
Slowly Chris walked to the bed and sat at the edge of it. He stared at Rihanna, who also held his gaze in return. Together they shared a silent moment of understanding and it made the singer smile.
The moment vanished instantly when Rohan’s screams of hunger became deafening.
“Oh my God! I almost forgot about you, baby!” Rihanna gently rocked her son with one arm and tried to untie the back of her hospital gown with the other.
Joyce opened the door, looked at Monica and told her, “Let’s leave these two alone so they can have their privacy.”
“Alright.” Monica stood next to Joyce and looked back at her daughter. She said, “Baby remember if you need anything, just call me, okay? I’m going back to the hotel.”
“I will, Mama.” Rihanna assured her mother.
Looking at Chris, Joyce told him, “And the same goes for you, too. I don’t need you fainting again. We both are going back to the hotel.”
Grinning at his mother to hide his embarrassment at her words Chris hollered out, “Ma! Why you gotta say tha’?”
“Bye Mama.” The singer playfully rolled his eyes at her before she shut the door.
Once the grandmothers were gone, the R&B star rose from the bed to help Rihanna untie the back of her gown so she could breastfeed. “Here babe, I got you.”
“Thank you, Chris.”
Lying across on the bed, Chris propped his elbow to rest his cheek in his palm. Quietly he observed the pop star cradling their son to her breasts so he could nurse from them.
Rihanna folded her gown down with one hand and shifted her son with her other. She placed a nipple into his mouth and Rohan greedily sucked, automatically curing his hunger with her milk. The new mother giggled down at her son whose angry face instantly calmed the moment he was fed.
Chris was fascinated by the display of bonding between his son and the woman he loved. He never witnessed a woman breastfeeding before and watching it now, it had a calming effect on his being. Seeing the love between Rihanna and their son made the singer believe everything they endured nearly four years ago was all worth it just to have this moment of serenity. And he would gladly go through it all again if it meant after everything he would get to lie here again just to observe a beautiful sight.
Chris reached forward and massaged Rihanna's leg over the blanket covering her body. Deciding to joke with her he smiled and said, “Y’know I’mma have to remind tha’ lil’ nigga whose titties those belong to.”
Rolling her eyes and smiling at her boyfriend, the Bajan spoke. “Only you would ruin a nice, peaceful moment with your possessiveness. Chris you’re gonna have to get over it. My baby needs to eat.”
“I ain’t sayin’ all tha’.” The singer continued to bait his baby’s mother. “All I’m sayin’ is, when Rohan gets older, like next month, he gonna have to start drinkin’ Similac from them bottles ‘cause those tittes are mine.”
Looking back down at their son, Rihanna asked humorously, “Chris, are you jealous of Rohan right now?”
“Hell yeah!” The R&B star voiced his answer without hesitation.
Rihanna decided to further humor her silly, playful boyfriend. Using her free hand the Bajan lifted her other breast and asked, “You want some milk, Chris?”
Thinking about a foreign substance sliding down his throat made Chris’ face turn pink in disgust. He scowled at Rihanna and answered, “Hell naw! Man, how long it take fo’ them thangs to dry up anyway?”
“Nigga you got two months before we can do anything. So you might as well get over it.” Watching Chris’ dark brown eyes widen in disbelief made the pop star laugh out loud.
Damn, no pussy fo’ two months? Shit! Chris deepened his massage on Rihanna’s leg and kept quiet as he continued to stare at her feeding their child.
When she was finished, she wiped Rohan’s mouth with the blanket and lifted herself from the pillows. Leaning forward Rihanna asked, “Do you wanna burp him? You haven’t held him yet because you fainted. Now’s your chance.”
The thought of holding his son for the first time overwhelmed Chris. He was excited to get the chance to do so and stood from the bed to wash his hands. After drying them, he sat back down and reached for a hospital baby blanket to place over his shoulder.
Reaching for Rohan, Chris was awestruck at how tiny their bundle of joy was. He easily held Rohan with one arm and looked down at the small face of his son. Damn, lil’ nigga look jus’ like me; freckles and everythin’. Slowly Chris lifted Rohan on his shoulder and gently patted his son’s back so the baby could burp. Out of the corner of his eye, the singer noticed Rihanna tying her hospital gown around her neck again. He playfully winked at her and said, “You can leave it off, y’know. I don’t mind.”
“Yeah whatever nigga.” Ignoring her boyfriend, Rihanna secured her hospital gown again and carefully scooted next to Chris. She made sure to ease her way to the singer to avoid further pain.
Resting her head on Chris’ free shoulder, the Bajan closed her arms around the singer’s midsection and lowered her lashes. She smiled thinking about everything that happened between them that eventually led to this moment. I wouldn’t change anything for the world. It was worth going through the bad times just for it to end like this.
The sound of Rohan burping interrupted the couple’s peaceful tranquility. The young parents exchanged looks only to burst out laughing.
“Yeah, he takes after you, nigga.” Rihanna swatted Chris’ leg and said with a laugh.
Leaning his neck down, Chris gave his girlfriend, the mother of his child, the only woman in the world he’ll ever love a slow, smooth, tender kiss. “I love you, girl. One love?”
Rihanna kissed his neck, before trailing her lips along his jaw, cheek, and finally his lips. She planted her lips against his soft, thick ones before pulling back to speak her feelings to her boyfriend, the father of her child, the only man who’ll ever have her heart. “I love you too, Chris. Forever.”
Baby Rohan burped again which made the young parents laugh once more.
*****
I went against my entire outline for this chapter! This was not how this chapter was supposed to be written. Oh well. I hope you all enjoyed this story. Now I gotta write the epilogue!
Irrelevant fact: I was listening to Cherish’s first album Unappreciated, and I forgot how great that album is!
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