Showing posts with label Picture Perfect. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Picture Perfect. Show all posts

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Picture Perfect Pt 2

Nicki’s hospital room was mass chaos with doctors and nurses running about the room getting everything ready for Nicki’s delivery. She was definitely in labor. Drake stood by her bedside as Nicki cried not only because the pain she was in but she was terrified that her son wouldn’t be ok. “He’s going to be ok.” Drake whispered to Nicki kissing her forehead.

“Promise?” Nicki croaked out, her tears spilling out her eyes. He looked down at his wife, it killed him to see her in this much pain and him not being able to help. The desperation in her eyes and the worry in her words made him want to cry himself.

“Promise.” He answered her.Even though Nicki knew Drake didn’t have the type of power to ensure that her son would be safe, it made her feel better because he never lied to her before and she believed him. The doctor came over instructing Drake of what to do as Nicki was to start  pushing. After 5 pushes, Nicki flopped down on her pillow exhausted and soon started to panic when she didn’t hear the ear shattering cry that she heard when she gave birth to Ava.

“What’s going on Aubrey!?” Nicki tugged on Drake’s hand as he looked to where she couldn’t see. He didn’t want to tell her about the panicked looks that each of the nurses and doctors held as they tried their hardest to get the baby to breath. Even if he did want to inform her it would be impossible with his chest feeling like it was going to cave in. “Aubrey..?” Nicki breathed out looking at his face knowing something was terribly wrong.

A huge wave of relief came over everyone in the room when the crack of a cry sounded and then that wailing sound bounced off the walls. “Thank you God.” Drake looked up as he closed his eyes. Nicki gave a silent nod to Jesus as she brung Drake’s hand to her lips and kissed it. Drake looked down at her and they both shared a smile.

“Would you like to cut the umbilical cord Daddy?” The nurse asked Drake and he proudly obliged. Nicki’s eyes widened at how small her son was like she could just break something if she were to touch him. Nicki didn’t get to hold the baby , even though she saw. He was placed into a incubator and taken to NICU.

“I’m proud of you.” Drake sat at Nicki’s bedside, pushing her hair out of her face.

“I’m proud of you.” She said in return as he bent down to kiss her. She placed her hand to his cheek as he pulled away to look in his eyes. “I love you.”

“Love you too Baby.” Drake spoke his truest words. He didn’t want to let too much time pass because he knew how Nicki’s mind worked. She would start to stress herself out. “What are we going to name him?” He asked filling the silence.

“Mommy!” Nicki smiled as she heard Ava coming into the room followed by Carol and Sandi.

“Ava.” Carol warned before smiling at Nicki and Drake as Ava ran to her mother lowering her voice. Nicki leaned over and picked up Ava placing her on the side of the bed. Carol hugged Nicki while Sandi hugged Drake then they switched.

“How’d everything go?” Sandi questioned taking a seat on the couch along with Carol.

“We had a little scare but everything is as good as it gets right now.” Nicki answered somberly.

“How do you feel?” Carol questioned.

“A little tired, but functional.” Drake answered and everyone smacked their teeth.

“I’m a little sore but I’m ok.” Nicki answered pushing Drake’s arm.

“Where is Josiah?” Ava questioned looking around. Carol shook her head as both she and Sandi let out a chuckle.

“Who’s Josiah baby?” Drake asked his daughter whose face dropped in disappointment.

“My brother.” She answered lowly. Nicki looked to Drake and him at her. Ava had been out in the waiting room calling the baby Josiah as they waited to be able to see Nicki and Drake. No one knew where she got the name from she just said it out of the blue. Unlike the many names she would butcher and mispronounce this one she said perfectly. Sandi told her not to get her hopes up but she continued to call him Josiah.

“Josiah?” Nicki questioned Drake. “I actually love it oddly enough.” Nicki chuckled.

“Me too.” Drake nodded.

“Where is he?” Ava questioned, bringing them back to her original question. Nicki looked at Drake, she didn’t know what to tell Ava she was hoping Drake did.

“He’s getting better. He’s sick right now and if we want to take him home the doctors have to make him all better.” Drake summed it up so that she could understand. Ava was a little upset that she couldn’t get to see him but she understood.

“How’s it feel to be a big sister, Punkin?” Nicki questioned rubbing a hand through Ava’s wild curls. She simply shrugged and the room laughed. “I bet you’re going to be bossy.”

“She’ll get it from you.” Drake shot back.
“There’s a difference in being a BOSS,” She pointed to herself “ And being bossy.” She pointed to Ava. Carol and Sandi sat back admiring their kids. They turned out to be wonderful adults that they couldn’t be anymore prouder of.




Nicki looked down into the incubator at Josiah. Even with all the tubes running through his mouth and nose there was no denying he was a beautiful baby. His tiny golden curls to his light pink lips. He was asleep, she wondered how he could look so peaceful but in the predicament. She couldn’t help but blame herself for this. If there was a way she could change places with Josiah she’d do it in a heartbeat. “He’s beautiful isn’t he?” Drake wrapped his arms around Nicki’s waist looking over her shoulder to look at their baby boy. Carol and Sandi had taken Ava home earlier in the day.

“Yeah.” She whispered placing her hand on the glass. “I feel like I caused this Aubrey.”

“You didn’t Onika.” She somewhat hated when he called her Onika. It was either a sign that he was angry or very serious. “You did everything you were supposed to, you heard what the doctor said, sometime things like this just happen. We just have to be here for Josiah.”

“I can’t wait until we can take him home.”

“Me either.” Drake kissed Nicki’s neck.







Ava’s face appeared in front of the camera as Drake tried to get the laptop situated on the coffee table. Ava waved into the camera as she watched her face. “Hi!” She greeted. Drake could be seen walking passed the camera going into the kitchen. Ava climbed up the couch and sat down so she was directly in front of the computer. Team Minaj were spazzing at how cute Ava was as she kicked her legs in the air.

“Careful.” Drake said handing Ava a cup of juice that she just had to have before she went to bed. He walked passed the camera to go and get the charger for the camera.

“Is it on?” Nicki’s voice could be heard throughout the house and that’s when the Barbz and Kenbarbz really started to lose their fucking minds. Ava took a sip of her juice and she jumped when she felt it running down her chin. She looked back and was relieved when she didn't see her parents. She jumped off the couch spilling more juice and placed it on the coffee table trying to rub her hands up and down her nightgown to get the juice out. She quickly climbed back on the couch and sat as if nothing happened when Drake came back with the charger.

“You finished your juice?” Drake asked as he plugged in the charger. She nodded her head. Drake came to join her on the couch sitting next to her in the camera’s view. “Wassup Y’all?” He questioned looking at the camera.

“Baby, where’s ‘Siah’s pacifier?” Nicki questioned.

“In here!” He answered while reading over some of the comments. Nicki appeared with Josiah in her arms sitting next to Ava who was looking suspicious as Drake’s foot kept missing over the spilt juice on the floor.

“Is it on?” Nicki questioned as if she didn’t see where it said live.

“No. It says live because it’s aware that we’re breathing.” Drake answered moving his head, knowing she was going to pull his ear. Instead she mushed him but quickly readjusted when Josiah began whining.

“Heeeeeey Barbz!” She smiled at the comments. She purposely positioned the blanket over Josiah so that his face wasn’t visible to the camera. “Talk to da kid.” She said before looking over at Ava when she noticed how quiet she was being. Drake handed her the blue pacifier and she placed it in Josiah’s awaiting mouth. “Say hi Ava.”

“Hi.” Ava waved at the camera again. Drake picked up the remote turning on the TV and Nicki side eyed him. He felt her eyes but continued to look towards the flatscreen on the wall. “I’m Ava.” She introduced herself as if Team Minaj didn’t know her first, middle and last name. “And she’s Mommy,” She pointed to Nicki. “That’s daddy.” Drake waved. “And his is Josiah, I named him that.” She pointed to herself.

“She ain’t lyin y’all.” Nicki said as she squinted to read the comments but lifted her head as Drake began mumbling the theme song to Phineas and Ferb. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to stop from laughing at him not knowing a single lyric except ‘Giving a monkey a shower!’ “Baby, give it up.” She told Drake when it ended.

“At Least I can remember my own songs though. Remember you forgetting everybody's name in Champion? I had to swoop in and save you. How do you forget people you around all your life?” He questioned. “Making up names, talkin ‘bout ‘Bianca, Beatrice, Belinda...’ You don’t even know those people.” Drake said and Nicki smacked her teeth. They joked around talking to Team Minaj along with Ava until all of the Barbz began to only focus on ‘Siah who kept sticking his hands out of the creme colored blankets.

“Ok Barbz, it’s about that time.” Nicki said getting ready to conclude the Ustream. “Before we all go to bed,” She removed the blankets from Josiah’s face making this the first time she’d allow the world to see him in the 6 months he’s been home. “I would like you all to meet Josiah Isaac Graham.” She smiled looking down at his angelic face. Ava bent over placing a kiss on his forehead as Drake leaned over to look. The Barbz took this as an opportunity to capture screenshots, this moment was absolutely picture perfect. Drake stood up to unplug the laptop when he felt the juice on the floor.

“Question: who spilt the juice?” He questioned. Ava shrugged her shoulders and so did Nicki, but Team Minaj was quick to snitch on poor little Ava as they saw the whole thing happen earlier. (.-.)



(The End =))


 <-- Josiah . 9 Months










Saturday, June 30, 2012

One Shot : Picture Perfect

Nicki sat up on her couch sipping on her juice as she went through her high school yearbook chuckling at her classmates. Finally getting to the page she had been looking for she smiled at her picture , under it reading “To survive is to stay alive in the face of opposition”. She remember carefully picking the Lauryn Hill quote and she was glad she did. It still proved true now. She broke through barriers there was no way she could’ve gotten to this point in her life if she was scared of being different.

“Nic!” Nicki’s attention never left the yearbook as she answered.

“Hmm?” She questioned flipping the page and taking another sip of her cranberry drink. Drake came into the livingroom fixing his shirt then sighed at Nicki.

“You hate being late, but you never do anything to be on time.” He told her slipping the book out of her grasp and sitting it on the table. Nicki fell back to the couch dramatically.

“I don’t even want to go..” She groaned into one of the couch cushions. “I look fat and my back has been hurting all day.”

“You look beautiful and pregnant. Last month you were willing to snap my neck if I didn’t set up an appointment now you don’t want to go.” Drake placed each of Nicki’s sneakers next to the couch to make it easier for her to put them on. “If I have to roll you out of here, you’re going.”

Nicki cut her eyes at him when he said ‘roll’ as she slipped her feet into her Jordans. Nicki was about to open her mouth until she heard something splash. “Get your seed, please.” She placed her hand on her temple. Drake laughed at Nicki’s short attitude, her hormones were not something to play with. He walked down the hallway and stopped at the door of the bathroom.

“Ava.” He called out. He didn’t hear anything so he knocked on the door before twisting the knob and coming in. “Why are you in the toilet?” He asked his daughter as she had both hands, and half her head deep inside the bowl.

“Daddy!” She screamed backing away from the toilet then pointing inside. Drake shook his head and peeked his head in the toilet to see her gold name bracelet at the bottom. He looked at his watch and saw that they were way behind schedule. “It fall.” She whined.

“I wonder how?” He quizzed her and she shrugged. “Go get your shoes and tell Mommy to help you put them on.” Ava groaned before stomping out of the bathroom. “The women I live with.” He sighed before looking in the toilet trying to figure out if he wanted to stick his hand inside. He shook the idea off and flushed the toilet, he knew Nicki would dig in his ass about it later but he didn’t care.

. . .

“Smile Ava.” Nicki coached. She held Ava in her arms, and Drake’s arms wrapped around her as they posed for the portrait. Ava reached up placing her finger in her mother’s dimple and the photographer took the chance to snap the photo. Drake took the opportunity to place one of his fingers in Nicki’s other dimple as Nicki frowned at the both of them.  The photographer laughed and snapped the picture, deciding that was one of his favourites.

“Y’all know wha?” Nicki asked trying to suppress her smile as she looked between the both of them.

“No ma’am, I’m sorry we don’t” Drake teased grabbing a hold of Nicki’s chin.

“Trust me, you’re going to find out.” Nicki countered her voice getting lower as she focused on Drake’s lips that were coming closer and closer to hers.

“Show me now.” He said taking her lips into his as Ava made a silly face at the camera. “Oh, that’s what?” Drake teased pulling away from her. They both continued to flirt and play around in front of the camera until Nicki got tired of standing on her feet, her back pains came back,  and got her normal craving for Drake’s spaghetti. After thanking the photographer and picking out their pictures they left to go back home. Drake in the kitchen cooking and Nicki painting Ava’s toes in their bedroom.

“You MOD cute.” Nicki complemented as she was finishing up the last toe.

“MOD cute.” Ava complimented as she studied her pink nails and then clapped. Nicki threw her head back and laughed at Ava’s small voice.

“Ugh! Tell yo zaddy I’m hungry.” Nicki said.

“Zaddy! Momma hung-a-ray!” Ava yelled out making Nicki fall back against her pillows cracking up.

“Why you always trynna teach my daughter incorrectly?” He questioned sitting Nicki’s plate in her lap and her juice on the end table.

“Why he mod Ava?”

“Zont be mod zaddy.” Nicki’s mouth dropped open as she laughed and looked at Drake who held his hands up.

“I didn’t teach her that.” Nicki laughed as she picked up her fork to swirl her spaghetti around the fork.

“You think all that for you? Ava, you better get you some before mommy take it all.” Drake pointed at Nicki’s plate and Ava quickly stuck her fist inside grabbing some pasta.

“Why wouldn’t you make her, her own plate?” Nicki asked frowning as Drake got into bed on the opposite side.

“Cause..”

Nicki rolled her eyes and continued to share her plate against her will. “Stop pouting. You know I love you right?” Drake asked.

“No.”

“You know.”

“No, I really don’t”

“Yup, you know.” Drake laid back content until he looked at Nicki and realized she stopped eating when her eyes landed on Ava’s wrist.

“Ava didn’t I tell you not to take that bracelet off?” She asked. Ava swallowed her food and looked to Drake.

“Well, I think it’s time I got in the shower.” Drake rose off the bed quickly.

“It fall in the toilet.” Ava answered as Drake practically ran out of the room closing the door behind him as Ava began to explain the story. Drake went to the bathroom and looked in the toilet praying that somehow the bracelet hadn’t went down but no luck, he cursed under his breath when he heard the bedroom door open.

“Drake!” Nicki stomped all the way to the hallway bathroom and glared at him as he pretended to be washing his hands. “Why the --” Nicki had to catch herself as she felt Ava’s small hand against her thigh. “What would possess you to flush the bracelet down the toilet.”

“We were late.” Drake answered drying his hands on a towel.

“You know what -- DRAKE!” She gasped looking down at the floor.

“What? I didn’t even do nothin!” He screamed.

“No. My water broke.”

“All of it?” Drake questioned. In his mind it was a legit question because the baby wasn’t due for another 3 months.

“What? Drake YES! My water just broke!” Drake grabbed her arm and dropped the toilet seat and made her take a seat. “Ava, go get the phone.” She ran the fastest her little feet would take her and grabbed the phone handing it to Drake. Nicki wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his stomach as he rubbed her back. Drake knew he had to be strong for both Ava and Nicki, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t panicking on the inside. A baby this early could cause serious problems.



(To Be Continued...Maybe)












<--- Ava, 3 years old.