tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52833078574438870022024-03-13T01:13:39.870-07:00Forever OnikaDricki and Just Nicki Fan Fiction/ OneShots :) Enjoy.
Destiny Pattersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13710877339686709580noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283307857443887002.post-38413476561529205852013-06-16T09:12:00.003-07:002013-06-16T09:12:59.055-07:00Character Intro! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This is <b>Alexandria</b>. Get used to her because I use her in A LOT of stories (Dricki and Nicki, even Beyonce fics). Unless stated.. each character is NOT connected to one of the same name in another story. Sometimes she's a daughter, sometimes a sister, sometimes the main character. I've been using variations of her in my writing since 7th grade.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Alex</b> is now portrayed by the one and only <b>Vanessa Morgan</b> (My Babysitter's A Vampire) who I love to death. She's awesome and the same age as me and if you come for her EVER.. I will hunt you down. K Thanks! </span><br />
<br />Destiny Pattersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13710877339686709580noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283307857443887002.post-51112351556853200652013-06-16T08:59:00.003-07:002013-06-16T10:11:35.032-07:00King Of The Jungle [OneShot]<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Mommy
what is Mufasa,” 5 year old Audrey asked her mother who was reading a magazine
on the couch. “He’s the daddy lion from the Lion King baby,” Nicki responded
and patted the seat next to her. Audrey quickly ran over and jumped on the
couch next to her mother. “No, Alex told me its where I came from,” Audrey
looked puzzled and Nicki busted out laughing. “ALEX bring your little ass down
here!” She called upstairs to her older daughter who is 15. “Yes mommy?” Alex
said innocently and stood in the doorway 5 minuets later. “Stop corrupting my
baby! Tell your sister who Mufasa is before I beat your ass,” Nicki’s eyes were
wide and Alex smiled. “Audrey, Mufasa is mommy’s private part, between her
legs,” Alex said and Nicki quickly chucked her GQ magazine across the room
right at Alex’ head. “ALEXANDRIA!” she snapped and jumped up. While Nicki was
standing Audrey quickly crawled down onto the floor and looked up trying to see
in between Nicki’s legs. “Audrey what the hell are you doing,” Nicki quickly
stepped away and Audrey jumped a little and started crying at her mother’s
sudden temper. “Oh Audrey, sweet little ladybug, I’m sorry,” Nicki’s motherly
instincts quickly acted up. She picked up her youngest daughter and sat back
down on the couch with her. “Alex bring your ass over here,” Nicki said sternly
and Alex trudged over and sat next to her mom and sister. </span>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Audrey,
I was just playing. Mufasa is Simba’s daddy,” Alex knew Audrey was mad confused
now. “Why you say mommy’s privates?” Audrey questioned and Alex looked at Nicki
for guidance. “She was just playing around sweetheart,” Nicki said rubbing
Audrey’s back. “You’re paying for this tonight,” Nicki quietly said and cut her
eyes at Alex who returned the look. Nicki put her free arm around Alex who
cuddled up to her inhaling her sent. Audrey put her head on Nicki’s chest, and
immediately started sucking her thumb. “Now y’all want to be sweet,” Nicki
laughed a little bit and gave them each a kiss. The front door opened and Alex
and Audrey both looked up to see their dad. “Daddy!” Audrey quickly slid off
Nicki’s lap and ran over to her father. “What’s up princess,” Drake said
picking her up. “Hi daddy,” Alex smiled and gave him a hug. “How are you baby
girl?” Drake couldn’t forget his older daughter. “The disrespect,” Nicki was
still sitting on the couch and with her arms crossed. “Let me give mama some
love too,” Drake carried Audrey over to the couch and sat down with her still
in his arms. “Hi babe,” he passionately kissed Nicki’s lips. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">“Where am I supposed to sit,” Alex rolled her
eyes and Nicki motioned for her to come over with her pointer finger. “Alex,
sit on mommy’s lap,” Audrey looked up at her big sister. “Only you can do that
now peewee,” Alex took a seat next to Nicki again and put her arms around her,
Nicki smiled and rubbed her back. “You know what, come here babe,” Nicki pulled
Alex onto her lap who quickly put her head against her chest. Ever since Alex
was a baby, she had been attached to her mom, just like Audrey was with their dad.
“Two little sleepy lamb chops, y’all too much,” Nicki said just as Drake’s arm
draped around her shoulder. The family sat there together, Audrey with her head
on Drakes chest and Alex with her head on Nicki’s. Drake’s arm was around his
wife’s shoulder and they all ended up falling asleep, just like that. </span><br />
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was dark inside, the only pieces of furniture in the living room were and old
couch that was worn out with a floor lamp next to it, a small wooden coffee
table with chipped finishing and an old TV. Nicki pondered a little bit and
walked around, scanning every inch of the little house she was to call home
now. Once she finished up with her little tour, she carefully took a seat next
to Drake on the couch and curled up putting her head on his chest. “Thank you,”
a small voice said and Drake looked down to see Nicki staring at him intently
with her beautiful honey brown eyes. “Like I said, it ain’t much but we can fix
it up and finally have us a place to call our home,” Drake’s soothing voice
made Nicki smile. “You hear that baby boy? You can have your own room and
everything!” Nicki rubbed her tummy a little bit. “Mmmh,” she shifted a little
as their unborn son moved around in her womb. “I guess he heard you,” Drake
chuckled and lifted Nicki’s shirt up a little, exposing her belly. He started
kissing it all over and Nicki softly let out a moan. “Aubrey you know I get
turned on quick so stop all of that,” she pushed Drake away and pulled her
shirt down. “I went to help you relax though, you know its mothers day right?”
Drake once again reached underneath Nicki’s shirt and caressed both her breasts
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">Drake
chuckled a little when Nicki started moving her hips a little bit. “You like
that?” he whispered in her ear. “Babe, we can’t,” Nicki breathed out. “The
doctor said, w-we can’t,” Nicki finished her sentence with a moan just as Drake
slipped two of his fingers in her pussy. “Lie back baby,” Drake was firm, yet
gentle with her just like old times. Nicki carefully rested her head on the arm
of the couch and got comfortable. Drake slid off her maternity jeans, tossing
them aside and then spread Nicki’s legs, letting them rest on his shoulders.
Drake licked his lips a little as he eyed his prize and then dove in. Nicki
shuddered with delight as she felt his tongue explore her walls and finally her
pearl. Drake spent the next 7 minuets gently pleasuring Nicki because he knew
she needed it. “Mmm damn papi,” she put her hand on the back of Drake’s head
pushing him in more. “You like that? I wish I could give you something bigger
baby,” Drake lay down a little in between her legs so she could feel his
hardness. “Please daddy?” the way Nicki asked almost sent Drake over the edge. </span></div>
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jeans. He reached in pulling out his already hard member and stroked it a
little bit. “If it hurts, tell me baby,” Drake said and nibbled on Nicki’s ear.
She nodded slowly and spread her legs more, letting Drake slide right in. Drake
made long strokes, getting deeper each time. “Ahhhh,” Nicki screamed and she
put her hands on her belly. “Damn girl, fuck,” Drake grunted as I pushed
himself in and out. Just seeing Nicki lying under him, pregnant and glowing
turned him on even more, there was just something. “Turn over, I got you baby,”
Drake said and Nicki nodded and slowly turned herself over so she was on her
knees. Not knowing how long Nicki would be able to last in this position Drake
got to work right away. “That ass is still, mmm,” Drake slapped Nicki’s ass and
she squealed a little. Drake reached around and held on to Nicki’s belly and
continued to fuck her nice and slow from the back. They both came together and
returned to their original position on the couch. “That was amazing baby, I
love you so much,” Nicki said in a sleepy voice. </span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">“You deserve it baby, you
deserve to be happy for at least a little while,” Drake responded gently
kissing her forehead. </span><br />
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as they were both drifting off to sleep Nicki looked up at Drake with a puzzled
expression. “Babe?” she asked softly. “Mmmhmm,” Drake responded pulling her
close again. “How come you did this for us? How you going to afford going to
school now?” Nicki was already starting to feel guilty. Drake opened his eyes
and turned Nicki’s head so she was looking right at him. “Baby listen to me
alright, this gift is for you, it’s a place for us that we can really call
home. Now our baby boy will have a home, he won’t have to deal with living on
the streets like we was,” Drake tried to explain and Nicki nodded her head,
still a little unsure. “I love you so much baby and thank you for making my
dream come true,” Nicki reached up and put her slender hand on Drake’s face.
“You’re welcome.” With that they fell asleep on the couch together, the first
night in their new little home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Nicki
come on, we almost there,” Drake tried held his arm out for Nicki who was
struggling to walk behind him. “I’m tired,” she whined, stopping in her tracks
and rubbing her eyes, which were already red. “Ow,” Nicki groaned and Drake
quickly dropped the two bags he was carrying and went to her aid. “What is it?”
He put his hand on Nicki’s swollen belly. “He keeps fuckin kicking me!” She
snapped and doubled over a little bit. “Nic look, its right there okay? Just
hurry up before it starts pouring and you can sit,” Drake tried to coax Nicki
who shoved him away. Between their harrowing situation and Nicki’s current
hormones, Drake was almost at his wits end. He thought this little gesture he
had tried so hard for would make her forget about their troubles for a little
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">They
finally arrived at a small house at the end of the quiet dark street they had
been walking on. It really wasn’t much but it was theirs! “Whose house we
staying at now?” Nicki combed her fingers through her hair as they stopped in
front. Drake held up the keys and Nicki looked at him like he was insane. “We
ain’t got much I know,” Drake started and held up the two duffle bags he was
carrying to illustrate his point. “But this is all ours,” Drake quickly took
her hand and led her inside. </span></div>
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Destiny Pattersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13710877339686709580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283307857443887002.post-82788868046602023092013-04-16T21:50:00.002-07:002013-04-16T21:50:19.451-07:00Good Fortune Toby [Oneshot]<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">*NOTE* Got the title from <i>Good Luck Charlie</i> after the new baby (Toby) was born lmfao. I thought it was cute! Very short (sorry), comments HIGHLY appreciated! ENJOY..! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Aubrey
oh my gosh look,” Nicki stopped in front of a small pet store. “Want to go
inside?” Drake asked and smiled a little at her eagerness. Nicki grinned and
quickly went inside going straight to the puppy she had her eye on. The small dog
barked excitedly as Nicki bent down to pet him. Drake squatted down next to her
and rubbed the puppy’s head. “You’re so little and cute! I want to take you
home and eat you up!” The puppy licked Nicki’s nose and she giggled. Nicki had
always wanted a pet of her own since she was little but her family was never
able to afford it. “Stay here babe, I’ll be back,” Drake stood up and went to
find somebody who worked there. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Hi
how are you?” the woman was stocking a few pet supplies near the register area.
“Good and yourself?” Drake was polite. “Great! How can I help you,” she was
cheerful but anybody could tell it was forced. “My girlfriend is in love with
that puppy in the front and I was wondering how much he is?” “The little lab
mix? Is about $400,” she said and Drake nodded and wrote a check right then and
there. “Can I come back and get stuff for him? I just want to surprise her,”
Drake said quietly. “Of course, we’ll be open until 7,” the woman said and
Drake nodded.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“You
like him don’t you?” Drake joined Nicki once again and she was rocking him in
her arms. “I wish I could have him,” she quietly said and sniffed. “Babe don’t
cry please, I have a surprise for you,” Drake sat down next to her on the
floor. “What would you name him? He’s going to need one since he’s yours now,”
Drake said and Nicki quickly looked up. “What?” she was speechless. The puppy
barked and started wagging his tail once again. “He’s mine?” Nicki quickly put
him back down in the enclosure. “Yep, all yours baby,” Drake kissed her head
and she smiled the biggest smile he had ever seen and quickly picked her new
puppy up again. “You hear that Toby?” She held him up and looked in his eyes
and he licked her nose once again. “Thank you so much baby!” Nicki was almost
beside herself. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Toby
huh? How exactly did you know I was going to get him for you?” Drake
questioned. Nicki decided to pick out everything she needed for Toby right then
and there out of excitement. “Shut up, we were going to be friends whether you
got him or not,” Nicki was already back to her old sassy self. They finished
shopping and headed back out to the range rover. Toby immediately pawed at the
window of the car as they drove and Nicki rolled it down a little for him. He
stuck his head out and watched the world go by, taking in every single smell.
Nicki laughed as she watched him. “Thank you getting him for me babe.” “You’re
welcome baby girl, I love you more than anything,” Drake said. They pulled up
to a red light and he leaned over and gave Nicki a kiss on the cheek. </span></div>
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Destiny Pattersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13710877339686709580noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283307857443887002.post-65824106894601820072013-01-24T00:32:00.002-08:002013-01-24T00:32:11.999-08:00Before The Show: Oneshot <div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">"Mmm,
that was so amazing babe,” Nicki whispered out of breath. Drake kept his mouth
shut and just smiled a little bit pulling up his jeans and fixing his crew
neck. “I better get out there, have all your stuff out by the morning,” Drake
continued to get ready for his show. Nicki was so confused; she didn’t know
what was doing on. “What?” she stammered getting off the couch. “Have all your
stuff out by the morning,” Drake’s demeanor had changed. He wasn’t going to let
Nicki get to him this time, he was over it. “Excuse ME?” Nicki snapped. “I know about you and Safaree and that means
me and you are over, get your shit out of my house,” Drake spat back at her.
“Nothing happened, do you believe everything you read?” Nicki rolled her eyes.
Drake cornered Nicki and put both his arms up so she couldn’t escape. “Do you
not understand how much I love you Onika, I would do anything for you and then
I find out you still fuckin this nigga behind my back,” Drake held back his
tears. “Well I’m DONE, so get all your shit and get the fuck out of my house.
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Aubrey
please,” Nicki blinked trying to stop her tears from falling. “Don’t Aubrey me,
how long did you think you could pull this shit off?” Drake headed towards the
door of the dressing room ready to leave Nicki behind for good. “Aubrey STOP!”
Nicki snapped. “Look Onika, I can’t play this game anymore, I’m hurt and I
don’t have the time. I will always love you and you’ll always be my number one
but I have to go,” Drake leaned in and passionately kissed Nicki’s lips. “I
love you,” Drake let one tear escape his eye as he walked out of the dressing
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Destiny Pattersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13710877339686709580noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283307857443887002.post-77180071780971291972012-12-03T20:03:00.000-08:002012-12-03T20:03:37.378-08:00Stronger<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";"> “Wow,
good job Nicki!” the respite nurse said holding Nicki’s left arm to help
support her. It’s been 6 weeks since Drake and Nicki had gotten in an accident
and due to a brain injury, Nicki is just now learning to walk again. “I’m tired,”
she whined, stopping in her tracks. “You can do it Nic,” Drake tried to
encourage her. He was sitting in a chair across the room trying to help. Drake
had a complex tib fib fracture in his right leg and he’s been on crutches for a
couple weeks. He heard about Nicki’s condition and decided he wanted to do
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">Nicki’s
steps were wobbly, it looked like she might fall any minuet. Drake almost fell
in love with her all over again as he watched her. She was still Nicki, her long
wavy black hair, her amazing figure, those eyes and that gorgeous smile. She
had on a white beater, pink Victoria’s Secret sweatpants and pink and white
fuzzy socks. The nurses’ walkie-talkie went off and Nicki plugged her ears at
the sound of it. “Okay, I’ll let him know,” she said and turned it off. “Oh
Nicki, I’m sorry sweetie but Aubrey, another nurse is going to come get you so
you can get fitted for a walking cast,” she spoke up and Drake nodded. “Where’s
he going?” Nicki questioned as another nurse entered her room five minuets
later. “Baby I’ll be back, I’m getting a new cast,” the other nurse helped
Drake up and helped him with his crutches and he hobbled out. “Aubrey!” Nicki
cried after him. She tried to run the same direction he went but stumbled and
fell. “Onika, he’ll be back okay?” Nicki’s nurse knelt down next to her and
held her close. “How come he leaves me Joyce,” Nicki questioned just like a two
year old. “He’ll be back, Aubrey is getting a new cast,” Joyce, the nurse,
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Lets
get you up dear,” Joyce helped Nicki slowly stand and walk to her bed. “That
please,” Nicki pointed at the chair where her matching pink sweatshirt was
laying. “What is that?” Joyce challenged her. Even though her doctor is still
trying to find out the extent of Nicki’s brain damage there are obvious things
she already has trouble with. Remembering what things are called is hard for
her and also controlling her anger. Since Nicki woke up from her coma, she’s
been exhibiting behavior just like young children. “That,” Nicki said again and
pointed with force. “What’s it called Nicki?” Joyce asked again. “I WANT IT!”
Nicki hit Joyce's arm. “Onika we don’t do that, and you know it doesn’t fly with
me,” Joyce warned and handed Nicki her sweatshirt. “I am, I am sorry Ms.
Joyce,” Nicki responded just as Drake came back. “AUBREY!” Nicki squealed and
Drake limped over to her and kissed her. “I can help her, I know its your
break,” Drake said helping Nicki with her sweatshirt. “Okay, I will be back
soon, Nicki,” Joyce said and Nicki waved as she left.</span></div>
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and he embraced her in his arms. The next thing Drake knew, Nicki was fast
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">*Note* I used to study Athletic Training... basically the two main bones in your lower leg is the Tibia and the Fibula. A Tib Fib Fracture is when both are broken... in laymens terms :) And that is Drake's main injury.</span></div>
Destiny Pattersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13710877339686709580noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283307857443887002.post-62352189106818207502012-11-17T19:38:00.001-08:002012-11-17T19:38:53.558-08:00Complications Part 1<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“I’m
with Nicki now, you know that,” Drake leaned against his car in the driveway
smoking a blunt. Jade didn’t want to hear any of that bullshit. “Why did you
promise me we would be together then?” she questioned getting closer to him.
“That was before you fucked me over,” Drake responded and noticed Nicki
watching them from the living room window. “Look I have to go, I’ll see you
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Why
is she here?” Nicki questioned folding her arms. “Its nothing Nic, leave it
alone,” Drake plopped down on the couch and put his feet up. Nicki raised her
eyebrow and sat next to him. “Don’t play with me, why was she here?” “I SAID
leave it alone!” Drake snapped and Nicki jumped at his sudden temper. “Whatever!”
Nicki stomped up the steps and stripped down to her purple lace bra and panty
set. She lotioned up her whole body and then put her pajama’s on. “Look Nic,
I’m sorry for yelling,” Drake stepped in their bedroom and took his chains off.
“Drop it,” Nicki responded putting on a white beater and plaid blue and black
pajama pants. She put her wavy black hair up in a messy bun and got in bed.
Drake just sighed, knowing he had hurt her feelings. He put on a white tee and
some adidas basketball shorts and got in bed next to Nicki. “Babe,” his deep
sweet voice melted in Nicki’s ear. “Everything is fine okay? Jade is out of our
lives,” Drake said kissing Nicki’s arm, right on her tattoo. “You promise?”
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";"><i>Meanwhile,
on the other side of the city. “Did it work?” Marcus asked and Jade shook her
head. “Are you stupid or just retarded? Is he still with the bitch?” he yelled
and slapped Jade across the face. “Nigga then YOU go and do it, you want Nicki
back so bad? GO GET HER!” Jade yelled and Marcus sat back in frustration. “You
to much of a pussy to go get her your damn self,” Jade slammed the door and
Marcus rolled his eyes. “Fuck you too then!” he yelled. He was going to break
Nicki and Drake up with or without Jade… TBC</i></span></div>
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long ass drive,” Drake mumbled pulling into a parking spot in front of the
resort. “Nicki wake up,” he shook Nicki who was fast asleep in the passenger
seat, curled up with her pink fleece blanket. “Mmmh,” she whined and he
chuckled and hopped out of their white escalade. He peeked in the back window
and checked on Audrey who was also fast asleep in her car seat; cuddling her
Minnie Mouse that Uncle Wayne had given her. Some of Young Money decided to
take a group vacation at a ski resort and of course Drake and Nicki decided to
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how can I help you?” The woman at the front desk said as Drake approached her.
“Yeah, the name is Aubrey Graham,” he said leaning on the counter that looked
like it was carved directly from a tree. The whole resort had that kind of
forest/winter feel, just perfect place to relax. “Okay we have you in room 524,
how many keys would you like?” she asked. “Two is fine, thank you,” she nodded
and handed Drake the key cards and he headed back to the truck to see if Nicki
was up. “Babe we’re all checked in, you ready?” Drake said opening the front
door and getting back in. “Let me call Wayne and see where they all at,” Nicki
said getting out her blackberry. Audrey started whimpering a little in the back
seat and Drake got out and opened the back door. “What’s going on princess?” he
asked taking his daughters small hand. Her beautiful hazel eyes were full of
tears yet she still managed to smile when she saw her daddy. “You probably
hungry, can you wait until we get to the room?” Drake asked conversing with
Audrey like she was an adult. “Ahh!” she cooed and Drake bent down and gave her
a kiss. “Ya’ll at the cabin already? Well we’re putting stuff in the room and
then we’ll be down,” Nicki said into the phone. Drake got back in the front and
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let y’all in and then I’ll get everything,” Drake grabbed Audrey’s car seat out
of the back and they headed inside. “Oh my gawd, this is so nice!” Nicki
squealed once they got to their suite. “The fact that you niggas made me leave
LA to go play in the snow is so messed up but I could get used to this,” Nicki
jumped on the king size bed and spread out. “You so damn ratchet,” Drake
unbuckled Audrey and picked her up. Audrey looked around the room the best she
could and giggled a little bit, just like her mother. “Are you hungry mommy’s
baby?” Nicki asked getting up to retrieve her daughter. She sat down in the
couch in the living room area and prepared to breast-feed. “Can you hold her
for a minuet?” Nicki asked Drake who took a seat next to her and nodded.
“Okay,” Nicki cradled Audrey and helped her latch on. “I can’t believe she’s
here,” Nicki smiled down and Drake put his arm around her as they watched their
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Nicki had finished feeding the baby and Drake had gotten everything from the
car, they decided to head down the cabin that Wayne had rented. “Sup bro?”
Drake said setting Audrey’s car seat down and giving Wayne a hug. “What’s good,
glad y’all finally made it,” he said and proceeded to hug Nicki. “And how is my
lil niece doing?” Wayne took Audrey out of her car seat and brought her into
the living room where everybody had gathered. The whole crew started chatting
it up in the living room, talking about anything and everything. “I gotta hit
the slopes soon, who’s down?” Drake spoke up and immediately looked at Nicki
who put her finger up. “Oh no, actually oh hell to the no,” she said and Drake
immediately put his pitiful face on. “You said you would try it Onika,” he said
giving her a cheeky smile. Wayne, Drake, Tyga, Twist and Mack all decided to go
and started getting their gear on. “Get her shit and put it on her,” Tyga said
pointing at Nicki. “I’ll do it, let me change the princess first,” Baby said
and carried Audrey upstairs. “Y’all niggas ain’t making me do nothing,” Nicki
jumped off the couch and ran into the downstairs bedroom and barricaded
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y’all be feeding lil mama?” Baby asked returning downstairs with Audrey after 5
minuets and Drake looked up. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Nicki yelled from the bedroom
knowing they were talking about her. “I’m just saying, she dropped a load like
a truck driver,” Baby said and everybody cracked up including Audrey who
giggled. “Give my daughter man,” Drake kissed Audrey as he took her from Baby.
“Y’all niggas trying to say my milk is spoiled?” Nicki hollered and opened the
door only to be grabbed by Baby and Mack. “You do like to be in the sun a lot
babe,” Drake responded. “I’ma hurt you,” Nicki growled. Audrey looked at her
mommy who she thought was acting silly and she pointed a little bit and let out
her first belly laugh. “Did she just laugh for real?” Nicki asked looking up.
Audrey laughed again as the guys got Nicki ready for her first outing to the
ski slopes. “You laughing at mommy’s pain baby? The struggle is real!” Nicki
said pretending to look hurt and Audrey smiled a cheeky smile just like Drake
would. “Dang just like you D Man,” Twist said taking his niece and Drake
proudly smiled. “All right, lets go,” Wayne opened the door. “Take care of my
princess, and tell Shanell to get the hell up,” Nicki warned as Baby took
Audrey who put her head on his shoulder. “Shut up Nic,” he winked the shut the
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<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">“Aubrey!” Nicki
shook her boyfriend who was knocked out cold next to her. She slowly struggled
to get into a sitting position but it was damn near impossible considering
she’s 9 months pregnant. Nicki slowly pulled herself up and proceeded to walk
over to Drake’s side of the bed. She sat down right on his stomach and he
coughed. “Ow what the HELL Nic?” Drake coughed and Nicki jumped and started
tearing up. “Oh Nicki, come on now baby bop,” Drake sat up and put his arms
around Nicki who was obviously in distress. “Why did you yell at me?” her
bottom lip quivered and Drake sighed. “I’m sorry baby,” Drake held her as close
to his heart as he could. “You’re the one who made me like this, so don’t
fuckin yell at me!” Nicki spat. “Nic calm that shit down, what you want me to
get,” Drake asked rubbing his forehead. “Nothing, Fuck you,” she said and got
back in bed. Drake shook his head at her sudden mood swing and went into the
bathroom. He wet a small towel with warm water and sleepily walked back to the
small bedroom they shared. He turned the light back off got in bed and put his
arms around Nicki who was quietly crying to herself. He gently lifted up her
tank top and started rubbing her swollen belly with the warm towel. Nicki’s
sniffles and whimpers became less frequent as Drake soothed her and their
unborn son. “I look like a whale,” Nicki said softly. “Babe you are the most
beautiful thing on this planet okay, don’t you ever forget that,” Drake's deep
soothing voice made Nicki feel secure. “Stop lying to me.” “Shh baby just lay
with me okay?” Drake said continuing to rub Nicki’s tummy. The young couple
slowly drifted off to sleep together after 10 minuets. Baby Austin even settled
himself down inside his mother’s tummy, his little head lying right where his
daddy’s hand rested. </span>
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