27. Myome
MYOME
Charm and I linked our fingers together and lifted our hands.
“Wooooo!” Berlin and Rome hooted and clapped as we exited the tour bus.
“Y’all did it!” Rome walked over and gave me a one-armed hug before hugging Charm.
I pecked Drix then flicked my eyes to his brother and my best friend and back. He shrugged.
Rome had flown out with him three different times to see us on tour but Charm was adamant that the two of them were just friends. Honestly, it wasn’t my business so I wasn’t trying to press the issue and make it a bigger deal.
“You did that shit, Yo!” Drix squeezed me and we swayed side to side before kissing. “I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you.” I smiled at him. “I’m happy to be home though.”
“And I’m happy to have you home.” His eyes scanned my face and he exhaled. “Pretty ass.”
I looked away even though he could see the huge smile on my face.
He kissed the side of my head then let me go.
He and Rome walked back to the bus and collected our things from beneath it then we headed out.
Drix held my hand while he drove and I melted into his seat.
I hadn’t been gone that long but it was still nice to be in a familiar place.
“Our one year anniversary is coming up,” I announced.
“I know.” He kissed my knuckles. “You want to have a wedding?”
“What?”
“A wedding?” he repeated. “White dress, veil, overpriced flowers and shit?”
My eyebrows dipped together. “Do you?”
“I don’t need one but I know women dream of their wedding day for years and all we got was a twenty-four hour chapel and a night we don’t even remember.”
“I’d be open to renewing our vows and maybe getting a white dress and taking a cute photo for the mantle and our kids to have one day, but no, I don’t need the big white wedding.
” I slipped my hand from his and reached over to embrace the back of his head.
“You’d look fine as hell wearing a tux and telling all of our friends and family how much you want to spend the rest of your life with me though. ”
“I tell them that shit already, no special event needed.” He risked a glance at me and grinned before looking forward again.
“If you ever change your mind, let me know and we can get it done. Whether it’s our five year anniversary or ten year or a random Tuesday where you just woke up and decided it might be cool. ”
“Thank you, baby. I’ll keep that in mind.” I leaned over and kissed his cheek.
He turned toward me so we could kiss briefly while he slid to a stop at a red light.
“Sit yo’ lil fine ass down and put your seatbelt on,” he grumbled against my mouth.
“Okay.” I pecked him one more time then slid into my seat and put my seatbelt on.
Drix and I stopped for lunch then he headed to the studio to work on a feature while I unpacked everything I’d taken on tour. I’d brought more things than I needed and took my time putting everything in designated piles to do laundry and drop off at the cleaners.
We’d already decided which outfits from the tour we were going to bring along as openers, so I made sure those took priority, then went home, took a long hot bubble bath, and climbed into bed to read and enjoy silence for what felt like the first time in forever.
I stumbled slightly and Drix’s arm automatically wrapped around me. I giggled. He grumbled.
“That’s not fucking funny,” he said.
That only made me laugh more.
“Come on. We’re almost there.”
I looked up at his handsome face, his eyes covered by the little blindfold he’d allowed me to put on him before we left.
“Can you handle walking the rest of the way without getting injured, Myome?”
“Yeah. I’ve got it.”
He exhaled but his arm fell from around me and I squeezed his hand before I continued to pull him along. Once we were near the entrance, I reached up and pulled his blindfold down. He looked at me instead of the building behind me.
We smiled at each other like two idiots until I laughed out of pure happiness. He grabbed my face, leaned down, and kissed me softly.
I pulled back and shifted on my feet.
“Come on. We don’t want to be late.”
“Of course not.” Drix finally looked up. One of his eyebrows lifted and he glanced back at me. “What is this?”
“Open mic night.” I shimmied.
“Open mic night?”
“That’s right. I figured your perfect ear would love it, and without me dragging you along, you wouldn’t attend one by yourself. This could be good for your creative juices and the album you’ve been pouring your blood, sweat, and tears into.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He shrugged. “Let’s do it.”
He reached for my hand and we headed to the entrance. I’d specifically requested a table on the upper floor along the railing so we could see everything happening on stage.
I’d spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to get Drix that he wouldn’t just walk out of the house and buy himself.
Music was our common point. It hadn’t been hard to axe dinner on a yacht or a nice restaurant for our one year anniversary.
I’d wanted to do something that felt authentic to us but would be a special memory to look back on. I hoped this was it.
It had been hell getting Drix to agree to me planning our anniversary date, but after everything he did for me every other day of the year, it was the least I could do.
I wanted him to feel supported, appreciated, and loved.
He was a natural provider but he cared about me and my wants and I agreed to not do anything too crazy financially, which lessened the blow.
He’d also made me agree that if anything requiring payment popped up, I’d let him take care of it. I wasn’t complaining.
Drix looked at the menu in front of him. I reached over and settled a hand on his arm.
“Only eat like an appetizer. We’re having dinner somewhere else after this.”
“Alright.” He flipped his menu and looked at the drink selection instead, even though I was positive he would get a beer.
He did.
I got a glass of wine.
“Alright. Our anniversary is tomorrow so I think we should start talking about the really deep stuff,” I announced.
“Alright.” Drix cracked his beer open. “Let’s hear it, Twin. What’s on your mind?”
“If we had to sell one of our houses, whose would we sell?”
“I don’t know.” He chuckled. “Why are you asking like I would make that final decision on my own?”
“Because I want your opinion.”
He took a drink and shrugged. “Probably yours. We spend more time at my place, plus I already have an in-home studio.”
“Your place is also closer to the city, the studio, and the label,” I agreed. “That’s valid.”
“You want babies?”
“Do you?” I countered.
“I’d be alright with a cool three, but if you’re not down for that, I won’t feel like my life is over or no shit like that.”
“I’m down to have kids,” I confirmed, shaking my head and chuckling.
“What?”
“We probably should have talked about that eleven months ago, huh?”
“Nah because it’s not a deal breaker for me. Whatever you say is what it’s going to be and I’m fine with that.”
“Hm.” I lifted my glass and took a slow sip of my wine. “Okay. So how would the whole raising kids thing work?”
“What?” Drix took another drink from his bottle then set it down, leaned forward, and clasped his hands on the table. “What are you trying to ask me, Myome?”
“Would one of us just be the primary parent while the other toured or would we just do our best to not tour at the same time and travel together as a family?”
“Ideally, we won’t tour at the same time, but if we did, I’d hire a full-time nanny to travel with whichever one of us the baby goes with.
I’m also not new to working from anywhere and not touring, Yo.
If I needed to not tour because we have a kid, that’s cool.
I’ll hang up my mic and produce from home with our mothafuckin’ baby.
That ain’t a question. Your dream wouldn’t take the backseat if you’re worried about that shit.
I can juggle the shit at home while you focus on your dream. ”
“And what about your dream?” I cut my eyes at him.
“Come on, now, Twin. You already know you’re my dream. You and these hypothetical ass babies’ health and happiness are my main priority. Everything else can be figured out.”
“Every time I think I can't be even more in love with you, there you go saying or doing something that reminds me you’re an amazing man.” I feigned rolling my eyes and he laughed. “I wouldn’t put all of that on your shoulders though.”
“But if you did, I want you to know I can handle it. Shit, Yo, sometimes stuff is fifty-fifty and that’s cool, but sometimes it’s a hundred and zero. I’m not expecting you to do much but heal and whatever makes you happy once you’re coming off childbirth and facing postpartum.”
“Sounds like you think about this a lot?”
He grinned and took another drink from his beer before leaning into me.
“Every time I slide in that pussy raw I start thinking of baby names, Myome, planning baby showers and the white picket fence and shit. Trust me. This isn’t new to me.”
I leaned over and we kissed briefly before the lights went down and I bounced slightly in my seat as the first performer took the stage.
I found myself looking from the stage to Drix throughout each performance, trying to gauge if he was having a good time and his eyes were almost constantly on the stage.
He bobbed to the music while he finished his beer and ordered a second.
The moment inspiration struck, he plucked his phone out of his pocket and jotted something down.
He leaned back in his seat and threw an arm behind my chair.
He kissed the side of my head and glanced back at the stage.
When the performances ended, Drix paid our bill and we walked out hand in hand. I ordered an iDrive while he lit a cigarette.
“Hey! Sorry to bother you! Are you Drix and Myome?” A cute little voice came from behind us and Drix’s hand went to the small of my back as he looked back.
“Who’s asking?”