Grammy's Part 2

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As Nicki slid down the door Lauren and Jessie ran to her side to aide her.

“Boss what’s wrong?” Jessie asked very concerned.

“Nicki what’s wrong, what the fuck happened down there? Who was that calling Safaree’s name?” Lauren asked highly upset.

“It was her Lauren! It was her.” Nicki stretched her legs out in front of her because they were falling asleep bent to her chest and her baby bump was getting tight. But she didn’t cry anymore she was angry.

“It was who Nicki?” Lauren asked trying to fix her running black mascara.

“It was Monica!” Nicki said looking up.

“It was who?” Jessie got an attitude and started to pace the floor and think.

“I thought I handle this bitch a long ass fuckin time ago. Didn’t I tell that bitch don’t come this way and she better stay where the fuck she at. Stupid hoes don’t listen. I knew I should’ve got her ass or I should’ve let Candi really get her ass.”  Jessie thought while pacing.

“Come on lets get you off this floor in this 10,000$ dress.” Jessie said concerned.

“No just leave me here!” Nicki said upset.

“No come on baby, lets at least lay you down, but I want you to go to the Grammies baby this is your big day.” Lauren said taking one of Nickis arms into her hands and looking towards Jessie to grab the other.

“I know but I’m just not in the mood.” Nicki said in a whining voice.

“Come on Jess on 3 pull her up, 1..2..3.” they pulled her up on to her feet and  helped her on to her bed. They watch her slowly lay on her back and turn her head. The crème tulle spread across the bed as she laid in the middle and it laid loosely over her belly, she almost looked like the black Juliet the way her mascara ran down her face. She looked like a beautiful bad dream.

“I swear this could be a photo shoot for Vogue.” they giggled.

Lauren walked over to the bed and took Nickis foot stool to climb into the bed and sat on it, the way Nickis face was facing. She looked Nicki into her eyes.

“I know your tired of crying babe, you only had 4 weeks of rest, don’t allow yourself to fall in that jealousy pitt again. You know that’s your husband and that’s you all little creation. That little girl you carry means the world to him. And 9 times outta 10 that’s not even his baby, she just a gold diggin bitch like I saw her to be. Trust me if I would have stayed sober you to would probably be just fine. But that’s the past you gotta live for this baby girl, and you need to love your husband. He would die for you two and you know it. Even if he doesn’t go with you tonight to the Grammies and you need a day away that’s fine.” Nicki grabbed her tummy and turned completely towards the window and balled up into fetal position and cried, she knew her best friend was right. Nicki looked up to Lauren and was about to speak until Safaree started to bang on the door.

-Outside the door…

Safaree started to climb the stairs when he saw Nicki run. Monica went outside in her car and got on the phone but she didn’t leave.  Martin was trying to stop Safaree.

“Man look she don’t want you here right now.”

“Martin who the fuck do you sound like, this is my got damn house I’m not going no fuckin where until she talks to me.”

“Thats the problem dawg she don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’ma at least try. I’m not finna let my relationship slip man, I don’t wanna go back to that place where I was 4 weeks ago and I didn’t know where to turn. Look you ain’t never been so lost in love that you couldn’t breathe without the person. She’s my other half and its my responsibility to make sure she’s happy and I keep fuckin up, on top of that I have my daughter to think about and she keeps getting stressed out that’s not good for her man.” Safaree shook his head while talking.

“Well all I can say is try.” Martin said stepping out of Safaree’s way. Day and Terrence ran upstairs after him.

Safaree slowly approach the door hearing Nicki speak. He heard the anger in her voice when she said that it was Monica down stairs at the door. He didn’t want Nicki to meet her that way, let alone meet her at all. He put his ear to the door when he heard it get quiet and heard her soft crys after Lauren spoke to her. This is when he decided to speak up and knock on the door to try and speak to her. He knew she was stubborn and hardheaded so he knew he was in for it. Safaree begin to knock on the door and call her name.

“Nicki please open up.”

Nicki wiped her nose and face with her hands and wrist and wiped it on her pillow smearing make up everywhere and started to sit up but got assisted help from Lauren.

“Safaree didn’t I tell you to leave?” Nicki said looking towards the door with red eyes and practically screaming.

Safaree put both hands on the door and put his forehead to the door defeated. And spoke

“Nicki I’ll never leave you, stop saying that, stop sending me away, that’s only making things worst baby please just open up so we can have privacy!”

“No Safaree, that bitch knows where I live, she was in my place, the place where I lay my head, I should beat her ass. Then she finally knocked me back in my place because she gave me a fuckin reality check. This shit is real and cant be forgotten about. For 4 weeks I had let go and forget about everything. We were doing so good…” she flopped her hands back on the bed feeling defeated also by her emotions.

“And we can still do good, just forget it ever happened.”

“But Safaree your paying her I cant just forget about her, that’s selfish because if that baby is yours I will feel bad. I just need time away from you.”

“Nicki  don’t say that. You need me here baby, you need me.” Nicki started to cry again when she heard this. Jessie climbed in the bed and rubbed her back.

“Safaree go take care of her.”

When Safaree heard this he punched the wall cracking it, this caused all of the vaks to come out the room. They were oblivious to what was going on just minutes before but once they her the wall crack they were on their feet. Safaree looked back at Terrence and day and Day put her hand on his back and spoke.

“Try one more time.” Safaree had his head down between his shoulders almost crying. The guys walked over and didn’t say anything but looked at Terrence for answers. Terrence pointed to the door and they knew that’s where Nicki was and they all shook their heads and backed up a little to give Safaree room. Safaree started to get hot so he unbuttoned the top two  buttons of his shirt and leaned against the door 1 more time.

“Nicki please open this door.”

“Just leave.” Nicki said in a calm voice.

“Please.” he said in a desperate tone.

The Vaks started to leave back into the man room seeing that they friend needed his privacy more than their help. Nicki scooched to the side of the bed by the door and got down off the bed and walked to the door slowly. Nicki put her head to the door just like Safaree on the other side, she heard him breathing.

“Nicki.” he said lowly.

She lifted from the door with watery eyes and opened the door. She stepped back slowly and Jessie and Lauren walked passed. As Lauren walked past she put her hand on Nicki shoulder and she nodded as to say she was fine, all while not taking her eyes off of Safaree’s watery eyes. Nicki spoke before they could get any farther.

“Jessie tell Martin to put on a black suit with a crème tie. He’s escorting me to the Grammies.”

“OK boss lady.” Jessie closed the door slowly and walked down stairs with day and Terrence and Lauren.

Safaree hung his head and reached for his wife, Nicki straightened herself up being strong and trying to stop crying. He grabbed her by her hips and looked up into her eyes. Nicki folded her arms right above her tummy where it began to curve.

“Listen to me… I love you… I paid her to keep her mouth closed from the media an to feed her and to let her buy what she needed.”

Nicki touched his cheek and he turned his head to kiss her palm. Nicki knew she needed some time from him maybe a day or two because it irritated her just took look at him.

“Safaree, I’m trying to accept I really him but its hard for me to stomach literally. I hate her and I never say hate, but if she is carrying your child she has something of mine that she shouldn’t have. That was a reality check for me and it hurt.”

“Baby you got to understand we are married and we can make plenty of these.” he looked down to her tummy.

“But you don’t understand Safaree… I just need time from you right now… I hate you right now.”

“You don’t hate me… that’s your hormones talking.”

“It maybe my hormones but I need you away from me. Its just not healthy for us, me and the baby to be feeling this way. So just go somewhere for a couple of days or something.”

 Nicki took his hands off of her hips and turned to walk away, but she knew as always he would grab for her.

“I’m not leaving Nicki.” she turned her head and looked at him.

“Just go please, let me go.” she said calmly.

“No!” he said sternly.

“Well if you don’t leave I will.”

“No, I want you here… we shouldn’t have to separate from each other to calm down, but I’ll leave but I’m coming back.” He was furious inside blaming himself.

“Okay.” Nicki said bland.

Nicki began to walk away but Safaree stopped her again.

“Let me say bye to my baby.” Nicki put her arms to her sides, she knew her daughter was worked up to from her emotions because she kept moving changing positions but didn’t kick.

Safaree got on his knees and put his hands on Nicki belly and kissed it.

“I gotta leave but I’m going to be right back ok baby girl.” their daughter kick his hands and he kissed her belly. He stood up looking up at Nicki then started to look down at Nicki once he was fully standing.

“I promise we will get thru this.” Nicki walked away from him and stood by the window seeing the clouds coming in for the after noon showers. Safaree went into their closet and got his leather jacket and helmet. He was about go for a long ride on his motor cycle. Nicki begged for him not to drive the bike but tonight he needed an escape. Before he walked out the room door he turned and said.

“I love you, no one can make me stop breathing while still alive but you.”

Nicki stood at the window not even taking a second glance at him but she whispered as he closed the door behind himself.

“I love you more.” she rubbed her belly as her daughter kept up her movement. What Nicki was feeling inside she knew her daughter was feeling it also so she tried to calm herself and make herself happy buy finding her phone and tweeting the barbs.

-On Safaree’s way out…

Safaree stormed down the stairs swinging on his leather jacket zipping it up. And throwing on his helmet. Grabbing the door knob he looked back at worried faces of Day, Terrence and Lauren shaking her head no. she knew how much Nicki hated him on that thing especially now that she was pregnant. Safaree looked down to the ground fixing his helmet on right and opening the glass of it. He closed the door and was met by a crazy Monica.

“So…. Where is it? By the way you look sexy like this… oh and sorry about the wife thing.”

“Like I told you the first time get the fuck off my property, I will bring you your money, and keep my wife out your mouth you already caused enough problems.”

“It ain’t my fault.” Monica said with confidence. Safaree looked back at her and glared.

“Get the fuck off my damn property! Its all your fuckin fault. If you wasn’t so damn money hungry tryna get knocked up by me while I was completely gone, I wouldn’t be in this shit. But yo slutty ass had to come. I bet you ain’t even told that piece of shit boy friend you got that it might not be his. But I guess I ant got to tell him” Monica looked behind her to see her boyfriend had followed her to Nickis house. By the time she looked back she saw Safaree gone on his bike. Safaree had saw him earlier when he was coming out the house so he figured that he would let him know what was happening because he obviously looked lost.

-Nicki upstairs…

@Nickiminaj  hey barbs I’m on my way… you all are going to laugh at my date. I cant wait to see you all

@Nickiminaj oh barbs I’m trying something new with my hair! You all will spazz!

@Nickiminaj Leaving out CP time I know I know! Aren’t I always late LMFAO *scrying*

Nicki kept reading their tweets and replying, by this time she felt better and was ready to go. She heard someone running up the stairs and busting into her room. It was her team including a half dressed martin.

“Martin what the hell?” she laughed at him.

“Huh?” he said surprised by her laughter.

“Look at you! Come here so I can tie your tie.” the team including Jessie was giggling at him.

She tied Martins tie and stood back to look him over.

“Ok so my escort looks nice.” Nicki said smiling hiding her emotions.

“Thanks big dawg.” Martin said.

“Ok come on so I can fix this make up” day said pulling her arm and sitting her back down by the vanity.

“Yas hunny chile let me work on this hair too” Terrence said pulling ou the rose and rekindling her bun.

About 25 minutes later she was ready. Lauren bent down and slipped on her flats and stood her up.

“you look beautiful.” Lauren said.

“Thanks you guys for helping me I really appreciate it.”

“But you know you have to fix your problems later, but go and enjoy yourself bring me home so gold trophies.” Terrence said.

“I know Tee! Ok lets go.”

Everybody walked out the door and down the stairs to the car service. Nicki made it to the Grammies around an hour later and walked the red carpet along but martin knew where to meet up with her at. As she walked the red carpet she showed off her baby bump with the best smile she could give. Her and Safaree’s child as twice as famous as Blue Ivy, Jay and Beyonce’s child. Everybody was waiting to see who, and when she would get knocked up by. The paps yelled questions.

“So where’s your husband Scotty Billups?”

“So where’s Safaree?”

“What are you having Nicki.”

“congratulations Nicki could you turn to the side for us.”

“Is that your real hair?”

“When are you due? How many babies Nicki, you look beautiful Nicki.”

“What’s your real age Nicki.”

Nicki continued all the way to the end and then she did a couple of interviews. Then went inside because her feet were tired. And sat down with martin. As the show began Nicki looked at her timeline and tweeted the barbs.

@Nickiminaj I saw yall praying for me thank you Barbs love you.

@Nickiminaj aren’t I fetch barbs! Thanks babies. But wish me luck! Lets try to bring home all 5 barbs! LETS GO!

-Safaree on the road…

Safaree was on the road for about an hour for about and hour and 20 minutes just popping willies and swerving thru traffic clearing his head in the process. It was something about feeling the wind under his jacket and the control he had over his bike that he loved and soothe him. It was more control than he had over his real life. When he thought about it like that he took off faster hitting a hundred miles an hour then it started to pour in rain, the same clouds Nicki saw in the house before she left was the ones that were giving him the rain now.

Safaree let out a couple of tears as he thought about everything him and Nicki went thru. He prayed silently in his head about his relationship to god. He had because very faithful to God after him and Nicki split up the first time. He knew the relationship he had with god was over anybody or anything so the lord was the first person he called on. After he prayed he started to blame himself for the non sense that was taking place with this hood bunny Monica. He thought to himself how he knew he should have stayed instead of listening to Nicki and leaving for 2 weeks.

Nicki meant everything to him and now his child… his daughter. He thought about his daughter a little longer and it made him smile thinking of her arrival in 4 months. He knew once he get back to Nicki when he goes home that they needed to started doing things. That little girl meant the world to him, the lord had answered his prayers in every way. Just to think about that painful time in his life when he didn’t see his wife for 4 months had him choke up and to think that he could possibly go thru that again did not sit well with him.

Safaree had completely zoned out from thinking and forgotten he was driving his bike. On the express way he felt hit hump in the uneven road and he lost his balance with the bike. Since it was raining it was harder for him to gain control of his bike. The bike started to swivel and his handle brakes made it worst. By him slamming on the breaks in the rain the back tie of the bike flew up. Usually when he did this on dry ground he could control the 300 pound bike and balance it on one wheel. This time the bike threw him a good 80 feet across the road. The bike slammed back down about 100 yards from him and Safaree just closed his eyes as his life flashed before him in his mind. He prayed that the pain went  quick and that he would be alive in the end. He only had on a helmet and a jacket, no leg gear at all.

Safaree came down hard head first cracking the glass of his helmet, and the helmet on its own took the compact and cracked leaving Safaree life less on the ground. Thank god it was cars coming from both ways. They all slammed on their brakes as they watched Safaree’s life dangle in the air as he hit the ground. Some body who slammed on their brakes happened to be a nurse at the nearest hospital Ingalls. A lot of people dialed 911, this how some of the calls sounded.

“911 emergency.”

“High I’m a by passer on the express way.”

“Yes ma’am how may I help you? For important purposes this call is being recorded, and can I have your name or would you like to remain anonymous? “

“I would like to remain anonymous, I’m just a passer.”

“Ok ma’am what is going on and what’s the location?”

“Ok there was a man he crashed his own motor cycle, he flew in the air ill say around 100 feet and came don crashing head first, he’s either unconscious or dead on the road right now. Some body please come and help this man” the lady said panicking.

“Ok I’m sending some one right now but I need your location do you have a GPS?”

“Yes I do!”

“Please read me the coordinates since the highway doesn’t have addresses.”

“Ok hold on…. The coordinates are 75’ 45’ 30’”

“Ok ma’am a helicopter and land emergency is on its way.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

She hung up and stood outside her car as she saw two people run to him and try to help the lifeless man on the road. Her 4 year old child started to cry an she handed him a sippy cup and decided to pray for the man she didn’t know.

Back by the scene a nurse and two men ran over to Safaree as fast as they could in the rain. The lady had on her Minnie Mouse scrub and crocs, looking as though she just got off of work. One of the men spoke while running over.

“Are you a nurse?”

“Yes I am a RN, I cannot leave this man side or I will be sued so please help me when I ask you to step in.” both men shook their heads then spoke again.

“My name is Jonathan, and this is Mike.”

“I’m Alyssa, let me check his legs and see if they are broken. I cant move his head or back because he came down head first. Some nerves could be pinched and his spine could be broken. We don’t want to move him and kill him by pinching nerves harder or taking the spine out of place which is probably keeping him alive.” They shook their head and watched her feel up Safaree’s legs for abnormalities and broken bones.

“His legs are fine, could one of you check his pockets for a wallet as I check his pulse?”

“Sure.” mike said.

“Where was this man going in white suit pants?” Jonathan asked. Jonathan and mike had to be in their late 20’s early thirties, they looked pretty strong to assist in any lifting. they wanted to be good civilians as they saw Safaree also go up in the air.

Mike pulled out his wallet and noticed the stack he had in it.

“Man this dude is loaded.” mike said surprised but kept digging for his motorcycle license or regular license.  He ran across his black card and looked back at Jonathan looking confused.

“Is dude famous?” Jonathan asked.

“I don’t know man?” Mike said.

“Keep looking.” Jonathan said nervously looking too.

He ran across Safaree ID. It had his picture and his full name, also his height, weight, if he was an organ donor, and his blood type.

“His name is Safaree Samuels,” Mike yelled to Alyssa she looked up from Safaree’s wrist.

“Wait I remember his name from the TV with that lady who where’s the wigs. My daughter loves her.” Jonathan said.

“The rapper Nicki Minaj.” Mike said surprised but not to much. He usually ran into stars in Miami.

“Wait that’s her husband! I remember watching E news with my wife. Yes that’s him.” Jonathan said frantically while the rain pored a little harder than a few minutes before.

“No wonder why he’s so loaded.” Mike said looking back at Safaree’s lifeless body.

“Aye does he have a phone?” Jonathan asked mike.

“Let me check.” Mike looked in the same pocket to find his phone. The I phone 7 screen was cracked but it was still on.

“Here look for his wife number or an assistant or something.” Mike handed the phone to  Jonathan.

“Don’t these phones have the app called ICE?” Jonathan said while starting to search thru his most recent calls then apps.

“Yea that’s for emergency contacts and any dysfunctions they have.” mike yelled.

“Ok good.” Jonathan began to dig thru Safaree’s phone and found his ICE contacts. First was his mother than Nicki than his sister Shanequa.

“Yes he has an ICE.” Jonathan said a little relieved, but he thought about how recent the phone numbers was. And if Safaree updated his ICE. Luckily he did after the Monica incident.

“Call the first one for me sir.” Alyssa said while checking his pulse.

“How is his pulse.” Mike asked Alyssa as she had the look of worry and confusion written across her face.

“It’s very weak I need to perform CPR until they get here but I cant move him because I know the severity of his accident being that we saw him land head first.” She screamed with worry over the horns and sirens. They now heard help on the way. Alyssa looked  down at Safaree face thru the broken glass shield that was once there and spoke.

“Safaree look if you can hear me sir, I’m Alyssa a nurse at Ingalls hospital around 12 miles from here. That’s where you are going because I know it’s the closest. Can you please live for me. I cant perform CPR on you sir so hang in there. They are almost her.” She barely saw his features. Safaree was covered in blood in his helmet, his nose bled out, along with his ears, he had cuts from the broken glass, his pants were some what ripped from impact to the ground, and his jacket had a couple of rips. He looked beaten up pretty bad but her main concerned was his head.

Jonathan begin calling the first number which was his mother she picked up.

“Hello Mrs. Samuels?” he yelled thru his phone over the sirens and down pour of rain. He looked down at Safaree’s phone in his other hand to make sure he was saying the correct last name.

“Yes who is this and why are you yelling?” she asked sitting her oven mitt down. She just took some bake chicken out of the oven.

“Hi ma’am my name is Jonathan. I am a civilian of Miami and I witnessed your son get into his motor cycle accident. You were on his emergency contact are you in the state to get to him. They are taking him to Ingalls hospital ma’am.” He said very quickly with urgency.

“Omg is he ok, Omg no im in Brooklyn, New York, omg omg omg my baby.” Mrs. Samuels started to panic and Shanequea just happen to be there with her. She stood behind her mother until she saw her get weak  in the knees. She took the phone from her and her mother turned around and cried in her chest. As Shanequa held her with one arm she spoke in the phone with the other.

“Hello hi, I’m Shanequea! May I help you?” she said with an attitude.

“Oh ok! Well you were one of the emergency contacts to. I guess you cant come neither. “

“Emergency contact ? for who? And who is this.”

“Hi ma’am in Jonathan, your brother was in an motorcycle accident and he’s hurt pretty bad. They are taking him to Ingalls hospital. You all need to get here quick but im going to call his wife” Shanequa looked at the phone in tears and held it back to her ear just in enough time to hear him say that he was going to call Nicki. She knew she was at the Grammies and she didn’t want stress on her either.

“Omg does he have a pulse?”

“Yes he has a pulse and the helicopter is here and the ambulance are coming now.”

“Please don’t call his wife, call his assistant Martin. You should see it in his phone.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“No thank you for helping us and my brother.”

Shanequea held her mother and called up her other sister and her baby sitter. While holding her sobbing mother.

“Come on momma we gotta go. We gotta get to the airport.”

“We will have to wait for a commercial flight.”

“No we don’t they keep a plane here for us momma, you should know your son takes every precaution.”

“But we gotta go thru security.”

“No we wont it’s a emergency they will just pull us thru and we are on a private flight lets go. Sarah is meeting us there.”

“Okay.”

Mrs. Samuels and Shanequa ran out of the door and drove to the airport doing 98 mph on the express way. While they ran thru the air port she called Jessie and informed her and she texted Lauren, Candice, and Terrence. She didn’t have day phone number.

-

The helicopter circled the area as the police and fire department followed on ground To where he was the ambulance was right behind them. It took around 10 to 15 minutes for them to find them and get to them. The blue and red fire trucks plummeted towards Safaree’s accident scene on the shoulders of the highway. Once they got there the fire department was there first followed behind as the police and the ambulance lagging just a mile behind.

The fire department got out and ran over to Safaree. Alyssa stood up drenched. She pulled out her Ingalls ID that had RN written really big with her name because she knew she would be questioned.

“How are you ma’am and are you related?” the fire fighter asked. 3 others tended to Safaree

“No I’m Alyssa Combs! I am an RN at Ingalls hospital, which is the closest he could be lifter to which should take around 3 minutes on helicopter 20 on land. As you know i…” the fire fighter cut her off finishing her line.

“You couldn’t leave his side. Ok ma’am you have to come with us and did you check his pulse?”

“Yes I know, and yes its very weak 40 over 160.”

“Thank you, you have did you duty also do you know his name? “

“Safaree Samuels, Nicki Minaj the rapper… her husband.”

“Have you all gotten in contact with his wife and family.” Jonathan stepped forward hanging up the phone on a whispering martin.

“Yes sir his wife is on her way from the Grammies and his mother and sister are on their way from New York.”

“Thank you sir. You two can get back in your cars and leave thank you for your service.”

“No problem.” both men said handing over his belonging to the fire fighter.

The fire fighter turned back to Alyssa and asked her one more question.

“Did you see the accident?”

“Yes I did, he flew about 100 feet in the air and landed on his helmet. I surprise he doesn’t have broken legs he’s pretty lucky but his head has damage I know. He’s bleeding from his nose and ears also he has small cuts from his shield that was glass on his helmet.”

As he questioned her. The got an IV started on Safaree but did not move him until ambulance got there. The fire fighter sawed thru the rest of the helmet having a steady hand not to move him. As soon as the helmet was cracked the place a white neck brace around his neck and lifted him by cuffing his knees and back and lowered him slowly on the gurney. They didn’t ventilate him just incase of neck injuries but kept strong oxygen on him. Alyssa climbed into the ambulance while the fire fighters took her car to the hospital . they took off to Ingalls to save Safarees life.

-At the Grammies…

“My ass hurts Martin and they haven’t called me yet.” Martin laughed.

Martins pants vibrated and he picked up the phone turning away from Nicki whispering. They were on best hip hop artist of the year and she was nominated for the 3 time her whole career.

“Hello, Martin speaking.”

“Hello Martin my name is Jonathan.”

“Who? Martin couldn’t hear him over the applause after every artist named called. They called Nicki’s name, he sat up straight and clapped as they put the camera on them. Then when that was done he leaned back over and talked.

“I’m Jonathan I got your number from Mr. Safaree Samuels phone. He has been in a motor cycle accident they are about to put him into the ambulance and take him to Ingalls hospital.”

“Thank you so much sir I and his wife are on our way.”

“No problem.”

Martin hung up startled as the announcer was about to say who won..

“And the winner is….” Martin leaned over and spoke in Nicki’s ear

“Nicki!”

“What? Wait.” she said while smiling while their faces was in the camera.

“Safaree was on a motor cycle accident we need to go.”

her eyes automatically watered. And she clutched her tummy and started to breathe deeply.

“Nicki Minaj!!!” a round of applause and standing ovation happened as she stood up from her seat, only to get quiet as she ran to the door as fast as she could.

Somebody whispered to the man on stage.

“Ok we have just been informed that Nicki has a family emergency. But congrats again Nicki Minaj.”

Lauren and the others had already made it to the hospital but could not receive information about Safaree. Soon it had spread across the news about Safaree and everybody was searching for Nicki. The nurse asked them if Nicki was on her way they all said yes but she couldn’t give them any in formation until she got there.

-In the car….

Martin kept his eye on her and her breathing. One thing that was for sure. Safaree told him to protect her and watch over her while he was gone when they were separate, he wasn’t going to fail his friend now in an even deeper time of need.

“Martin who told you.” Nicki said face full of tears but it was a silent cry.

“A man. I guess he was a passer by and got out to help Safaree.”

“Why didn’t he call me? I know I’m in his contacts and his momma too.”

“Lauren texted me too and everybody else including his sister. They are on their way. So I’m guessing Shanequa told them don’t call you  but call me.”

“Did they say how he was?”

“No.” Martin looked down. He wish he had more answers but they just had to wait.

Nicki looked out the window while saying a silent prayer.

“Lord, you are the only 1 I know to call on in this situation. You hold the keys to life. Lord, save my husband if he is in really bad shape. I’m preparing for the worst but hoping for the best. I know your able, lord I promise to fix my relationship, the one that  built off of you. I love that man, and my daughter that you gave us needs him lord. Please lord let his injuries cut to a minimum and spare his life. I know I have sinned so please forgive ne. bless all the doctors hands that are about to touch my husband and cover them with your blood. Lord I love you, and I know this is a test of my faith but I plan to pass the test and trial. Love you.  Amen, lord hear my cry.”

Nicki rubbed her belly, the baby began to move as she sense her mothers tension and anxiousness. But all she could do was wait

-10 minutes later…

Nicki bust thru the emergency room doors asking the front counter for Safaree’s Samuels room

“Where is Safaree Samuels room.”

“One second ma’am.”

“I don’t have a damn second let alone a fuckin mil-a-second now tell me where the fuck my husband is!”

“Ma’am if you don’t calm down I will have to get you escorted off the premises.”

Nicki stood back to show her she was pregnant.

“Now if they touch me its going the fuck down, now tell me where Safaree Samuels is.”

The girl looked up into Nicki’s eyes giving her the nastiest look she could give while Nickis eyes burned a hole into her face. The girl face soften as she recognized who she was.

“Nicki Minaj” she said very low.

“Bitch didn’t I say give me his fuckin room?”

“Sorry HB.” the girl felt stupid and she recognized what name she said. Nicki heard her say HB but she was to heated to react and in too much of a rush to stop for chat.

“He’s in room 1208.”

Her and the crew started to run behind her but they all got stopped in the process.

As Nicki ran all the bad thought started to go thru her mind as she ran. All she heard was her hard breathing and the bottom of her flat shoes click to the marble floor of the hospital. Everybody looked her way as she ran thru and moved out of her way making sure not to bump her. She looked left then right frantically looking for the number 1208. Tears streamed down her face as she decided to make a left. She had to stop mid way to catch her breath but she kept walking letting go of her flowing dress.

“Where is he?” she thought

She made it to the blue hallway where the 12’s were located and she gathered up her dress and ran towards the 12’s she knew it wouldn’t be long because he was only at 08. Stuff started to move slow for her as she slowed down and approached the door. The doctor opened the door and she got a look at Safaree’s face. then he closed the door.

“Open the door please.” Nicki begged.

“I need to see him.” the doctor looked at her weird then spoke.

“Who are you ma’am.”

“I am his wife, who the hell are you?”

“I’m doctor Torres ma’am I am your husband physician. As you can see he was bruised badly but out of the grace of god he was not injured to badly. He has a head concussion, a bad one. It swelled his brain which made him  bleed from his nose and ears. His helmet cracked from hard impact coming down head first from. He life was spared by that helmet I’m surprised his spine didn’t crack or sever from the impact. He’s a lucky guy. We put him in a induced coma so the selling can go down. He will be in a coma for 2 weeks then we will wake him up IF we see progression. He can hear you so talk to him.” The doctor stop giving her information because he recognized symptoms of faint coming from Nicki as she stared in the window at her husband.

“Ma’am?”

“Yes.”

“Are you ok do you feel as everything is moving slow?”

“Yes how do you know?” he looked down at her stomach.

“And are you with child?” he knew automatically she needed a chair.

“Get me a chair and oxygen stat!” he yelled to the team behind him.

“Yes I am doctor could I sit by him please.”

“Yes you can!”

He helped her walk into the room as the nurses scrambled to get her hooked up to oxygen and sat her down in the chair next to Safaree. Nicki didn’t recognize that she was out of breath she was just stuck on Safaree.

As she looked at him, he seemed so weak now. Her eyes traced up his legs slowly. The doctor took her pulse and told her it was high and that she needed to relax. So she focused on her breathing for a second. Safaree’s heart rate started to rise as she tried to calm down because he heard the doctor say she was not calm. She continued to examined him. His chocolate face as semi cleaned but still had dried blood on it, she looked to his ear to also see some dried blood left. She saw his breathing tube and his stomach inflate and deflate as it helped him breathe.

The doctor spoke again as he saw her breathing was controlled.

“Well Mrs. Samuels as your breathing is controlled now. Your husband is stable, as you can see its an extra bed in here for you to stay and your family members can come and visit him.”

“Um I have a question.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Well you know I’m kinda…. Uh… famous and he is too. Can e get moved to a more private section of the hospital please?

“Sure ma’am… Nicki Minaj right?”

“Yes…” she said with a slight smile.

“We will make you as comfortable as possible. But I will need for you to rest and not stress. We don’t want you to experience preeclampsia, pre term labor, or killing the baby even.”

Safaree’s heart rate rose again as the doctor spoke.

“Also ma’am, we will have to get you set up to a heart rate monitor and a baby heart rate monitor just to make sure you to are ok.”

“Ok thank you doctor.”

“No problem, ill leave you time with your husband.”

The doctor walked out of the door and Nicki stood up over Safaree and rubbed his face. She fixed the oxygen tubes that are in her nose so they wouldn’t irritate her. She spoke.

“Hey baby, I hope you can hear me I love you. Your daughter loves you. Heal fast for me baby, heal fast for her, my worst nightmare is coming true. Losing you. I thought I would be losing you since you ere having a baby by some random bitch but this is bigger. You could lose your life, while I need you. You have to come out of this alright. At least when you wake up, remember me. She lifted his hand and kissed it then placed it on her belly. She held it there long enough until she felt her daughter move towards his hand.

“she knows your touch Faree, she knows who you are, you gotta come back to us.” She let go of his limp hand and cried on his chest. His heart rate sped up a little but not a lot. As Nicki sat down in her seat the door opened.

It was Monica…

Nicki sat up in her seat then stood up taking off her oxygen. Moinca looked up side Nickis head then ran to Safaree.

“Bitch you take one more step towards my husband your ass will end up in one of them hospital bed” Nicki said point at her.

“excuse me, last time I checked you kicked him out, you don’t want him. I do so just let me have him” Monica said upset.

“last time I checked he didn’t want you, he was fighting for me… oh ho quickly 1 forgets” Nicki said sarcastically.

“Bitch you ain’t gone do shit, and so the fuck what if he was fighting for you, he know he wasn’t to come with me and his son. He just gotta get over your light bright ass.”  Monica said while folding her arms over her belly giving Nicki the *bitch what* look.

Nickis crew and all the guys were allowed to come to the back but they didn’t step in because they saw the door was closed. But Lauren put her ear to the door to listen.

Monica walked over to Safaree’s bed enough to grab his hand. She stood there as tears ran down her face. Across from her Nicki was furious ready to pounce, she snatched his hand from Monica’s hand.

“I said bitch don’t touch him, you don’t hear good?” Nicki said while leaning over him.

Nicki didn’t know that every time something was wrong that he would respond by sending his heart rate up.

“bitch don’t touch me. I’m just as linked to him as you are that’s why they let me back here.” Monica took a step back.

“Hoe that probably not even his baby, you probably fucked so many niggas you probably don’t know who the daddy is, you only chose him cause he got money. Your ass was probably already pregnant before you got with him. No let me restate that… before you raped him. Yo sorry ass better be glad that I didn’t get you arrested. I’m being nice cause that might be his bastard of a child.” Nicki put her hands on her hips as she said this.

“Bitch no I wasn’t pregnant when I GOT with him. You just jealous because I got his son and you don’t, bitch don’t try to play me cause I got yo husband in the bag. Its nuffin.”

“Bitch you ain’t got shit in the bag, when it comes out that that’s not his baby, I don’t give a fuck! Pregnant or not pregnant I’m stomppin yo ass! Don’t fuck wit this one.” Nicki said while looking her straight in her eye.

“You ain’t gone do shit, you just a prissy ass Barbie doll who don’t want to chip a fuckin nail.” Monica twirled her finger at Nicki.

“Bitch I’ma show you a prissy Barbie doll, I ain’t had these wigs and glam team all my life bitch you betta ask about me! I will beat yo ass and not think twice about it. Been had blood on my hands fuck!”  Nicki jumped forward.

“What the fuck that suppose to mean?” Monica as lost by the last line * blood on my hands*

“Bitch keep tryin me and you’ll find out.” Nicki gave her a harsh look and rolled her neck and eyes.

Nicki turned to Safaree as his heart rate went up sky high. Nicki grabbed his hand and looked at him. Monica jumped from the beeping sounds. Lauren busted in the door running to Nicki hugging her then turned to Monica with the death glare.

“Fuck you here fuh?” Lauren said with an attitude.

“Who the fuck are you Lauren captain save a hoe?” Monica threw both her hands up.

“No bitch but I will kill yo ass on sight next time I see you. You know not to fuck wit me.” Lauren said giving her a look.

Monica got quiet as a mouse.

Nicki started to take off her flats she had in mind what she was about to do pregnant and all. The floors were slippery under her shoes so she threw them to the side. She looked around to see what she wanted to throw at Monica, she knew she couldn’t lift 10 pounds or more so she thought wisely. Nicki fled toward Monica but Lauren caught her and pulled her back.

“You will not, not while my niece is in there.” she said rubbing her belly.

“Lauren let me tag her ass, I don’t give a fuck.” Nicki tried to run again but Lauren wouldn’t avail.

The doctor walked in startled looking at Lauren holding back Nicki while Monica was in defense mode with her D’s up.

“What’s going on in here?” he looked from left to right to see if anybody was hurt.

“Get this bitch away from my husband! Now!” Nicki screamed.

“Whose the wife?” he said confused because they were both with child.

“Ding, Ding Ding that’s my buzzer, thank you for hitting it sir.” Nicki said holding her hand up.

“Ok well everybody else has to leave now.”

“Yeah bitch get the fuck out, and doctor can you please keep this lady away from my husband. No visit from her. But that’s ok I’m not going anywhere so I will make sure of it. Filthy ass piece of shit.” Nicki spat while giggling a little.

“Ok calm down Mrs. Samuels we will make sure of it.”

Monica looked back at Nicki and rolled her eyes and spoke.

“Yeah bitch me and this baby will be the talk of the media to.” Monica said all to confident.

At that point Nicki didn’t care no more.

“And watch how we tell the police you raped him, watch how you get ordered from the court a DNA test BEFORE the baby born! Yeah bitch you ain’t know? They can do that shit right now while yo ass still pregnant. Watch ya self hoe. Forgot I know people, I got the money and the power.” Nicki said

Monica didn’t say anything but walked out the door. The doctor checked Safaree the whole time and became suspicious of his heart rate. He thought to test it out so he went for it. And started to talk to Nicki, he also put Nicki on to the test and told her in her ear don’t say anything.

“Mrs. Samuels, are you ok?” the doctor asked with a sound of concern.

Nicki didn’t answer right away automatically Safaree heart rate raced.

“Ok I see, that’s how he is communicating to you threw his heart rate Nicki. I’m thinking he only does it when he think someone is harming you.”

“Oh I see, I’m ok Faree calm down.” Nicki ran to the bed and grabbed his hand.

“Ok Mrs. Samuels  your family is out here waiting.”

“Thank you doctor.”

The doctor walked out the door and closed the door behind him. Nicki looked back to Safaree and sat on his bed by his waist and spoke to him.

“Baby were fine were ok, even though I was about to beat that bitch ass! I’m sorry I was about to do that. I almost forgot I was pregnant, you know how I get. See look you want to feel her she’s just kicking my ass because I’ve been running and jumping and my heart rate has been up for the past hour.” Nicki placed his hand on her belly as their daughter constantly kicked until her blood pressure went normal. As if on cue Safaree’s heart rate went down to normal. Nicki leaned in and kissed his lips and placed her forehead on his.

“I cant wait till you get home, we got mod shit to do son. So wake yo black ass up” she said smiling and laughing.

“I love you Faree… wake up for me really soon for us. I’ma be here the whole time your sleep. Thru sickness and thru health right? Yeah you know the kid hold you down” she laughed to herself and laid her head on his chest and listened as she recognize again that her heart is in sync with his.

*Hey TM don’t beat my ass!!! I love y’all and I’m posting soon from no on cause the story is about to take off from here!! Thanks for reading and comment LOVE @TrebbleBarbie*