I stood around, staring into nothingness, it was white everywhere. My first thought was about how much this place, whatever it was, was in desperate need of some color. A few seconds in I realized that this wasn't normal. I was alone and feeling strangely empty.

"Tyson.." I spun around on the balls of my feet at the sound of Chris' voice.

"Chris." I called softly. He looked so peaceful and serine. I couldn't look away, this was the man I had fallen in love with. He walked towards me with a calm, radiating off of him and I met him halfway. There we stood in the middle of nothing.

"Don't be afraid of me." He whispered. His voice turned sad and thick as if he wanted to cry. My face contorted into one of confusion.

"..I-I'm not--" I stuttered.

"Please don't." He said as he reached out to touch my arm softly, his chest heaving. I flinched, his touch was ice cold. I looked up at him worried, grasping onto his hand trying to warm it up. I watched as he started to break out in cold sweats. My heart raced in my chest. I reached up to touch his face gently to calm him down, but it didn't seem to have any affect. He began to cry, the peaceful look that once was, had disintegrated in front of me and the tears slid their way down his caramel soft cheeks.

"Chris, baby calm dow--"

"DON'T BE AFRAID OF ME!!!!!...."
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"Aye Mags, you ready?" Asked Chris from outside of the bathroom. I opened the door and walked out ready to go.

"Yeah we can go." I said with a smile. I was glad that we were going to church together this morning, especially after my dream last night that still had me shuddering at the thought.

It had been way too long since Chris had been in God's house and I really thought he needed to be there.

"You wearin' heels? You sure that aint' gon' hurt your feet?" He asked brows furrowed. I stopped to look down at my feet. I usually hated to wear heels and dresses, but today I decided that I would just because we were going to church and I wanted to look like a girl today.

"I'm good. Besides if they start to be too much I'll just take em off and walk bare foot." I winked reminding him of the night he walked me home from the gallery event.

He smirked knowingly and followed me out into the car. We decided to take my car because it was less conspicuous and today was a day that Chris and I needed to handle without any press present. I buckled my seat around my pregnant stomach and he started up the car and pulled out of the lot.

"So how you feeling?" I asked Chris. I was somewhat troubled by my dream last night, not sure of what the message was. I wondered why he was so broken. He glanced over at me through his shades when his phone began to ring. He pushed the ignore button, silently apologizing to me. I smiled and grabbed hold of his hand softly.

"Honestly? I'm scared out my mind to go to church right now. I've been a horrible child.. I don't even know where to begin when I walk in there Mags." Spoke Chris. I could hear the weight in his voice and instantly became saddened at the sound.

"He won't shun you Chris, He's gonna welcome you with open arms, because you're gonna be there. What you're worrying about is small." I said. He shook his head, disagreeing.

"It's small to you, but to me..I did what I did. I can't take it back-I can't...erase it. Any of it. All the times I've f***ed up, with you and my family..my boys...its layered over my heart." He said.

"I'm almost done with all this bulls***, the fame, the fortune...it doesn't fix anything. Only makes things worse." Said Chris. I nodded in understanding.

"Then quit. I know you told me that if I ever had too much that you'd quit, but deep down you knew that I would never ask you to give up something so important to you..but I'm not asking for me, I'm asking you to give up for you." I explained.

"I can't just give up everything though, it doesn't go away that easily." He said.

"Fame, It's like trying to scrub the sharp off of a knife." He said. I nodded in understanding. His phone began to ring again. I looked down at the screen and saw Tray's name there.

"Answer it, it's the second time maybe there's something wrong." I said worried.

Chris sighed answering the phone and I put my attention back on the road ahead of us. We were about fifteen minutes away from church. I listened in on Chris' conversation.

"Yo?" He answered.

"....What?............s***." I looked over at his face to find a deep frown across his features. I knew something bad had happened.

"I can't man I'm on my way to church right now with Mags I--"

"...What the hell that got to do with me?! Tell em' call Mel or- I can't deal with this right n--"

"Chris what's wrong?" I interrupted. He looked over at me pulling the phone from his ear.

"Robyn's grandmother just passed, she's losin' it right now. Asking for me to meet up with her down at the studio or she don't know what she gon' do." He ranted. I sighed inwardly.

I was sad for her because she lost her family, I wouldn't wish loss on my greatest enemy. My lips tightened into a straight line before they made to speak.

"Go." I smiled a small smile. I knew Chris wanted to be there for her regardless of what happened between them, but I knew he also wanted to go to church and be with me this morning, he wasn't going to make up his mind unless I let him know that it was okay.

"I don't wanna make you upset or think that I'm choosing her over you, I'm not. It's just I know and she knows that I know how much she loved her grandmother I'm just gonna make sure shes g--"

"Go. It's okay, I'm not mad. I'll go to church and pray for you both. You can come with me next Sunday. Just make sure you pick me up at 12:30. Our appointments at 1:45. We can't be late Chris. You have to be there." I said seriously.

He sighed, bowing his head for a moment before looking back at the road and putting the phone back up to his ear. I kept my gaze on his aggravated face.

He was angry that he had to do this.

"Okay- aight-aight! Imma come over there right now. Tell her stay inside the studio." Said Chris before he hung up. He let go of a long breath before he ran a hand over his face. I rubbed his arm softly adding a chuckle.

"It's okay Chris. Drop me off at church and then go tend to her. I don't like it, but she needs someone she can trust." I finished.
He looked at me and right on cue, his song "As Your Friend" began to play softly in the background from the radio. I looked at it and back at him to find him looking at the radio as well.

"..I wrote this with you on my mind." He admit. I payed him close attention, a little shocked to learn that information.

"Never thought I'd have an angry ex write a song about me. Nice job, Taylor Swift." I teased. He smacked his lips.

"Girl." He said.

"Do you...like my music?" Asked Chris. I smirked.

"I do. It's feel good music. Who doesn--"

"Be honest with me Tyson. Please." He begged. I sighed.

"I am, I like your music. I just think..I think you need to start singing about what you really want to sing about, and if I know you as well as I think I do, what matters is not Lamborghini's and money and women...you used to have depth. All the songs you've ever written for people sound nothing like the songs you write for yourself. Why?" I asked.

"Because before.. I didn't want the people to know what I really thought, what was really in my head and how I felt..that would've been giving too much away. They would just use my words against me." He admit. I nodded.

"I could understand. I never knew that.." I said

"I get what you're saying though. I know I sing about material and rap about stupid s*** half the time. I'm workin' on something though, with Diddy." He said. My eyes widened, I was a big fan of his.

"Yeah?" I gasped. He smirked pulling up to the street next to the church.

I looked outside of my window to the many worshipers on the scene, waiting to give thanks. I spotted a few regulars and smiled.They must have a great relationship with God.

"Yeah girl, he's gon' release it next monday." He spoke excited. I smiled happy for him.

It was moments like this that made me never want to ask him to give it all up. I unbuckled my seat belt at the sound of the ringing bells outside of the church and rubbed my belly softly. Chris reached over and rubbed over my hand.

"Imma see you in an hour and a half babygirl." Said Chris to the baby. He looked up at me.

"I'm only doing this, because it's the right thing to do." He spoke reassuringly. I nodded smirking.

"It's a boy. See you soon." I said before getting out of the car when all I wanted to do in that moment was kiss him dead on the lips.

I walked up to the church and looked back one last time at Chris as the car sped off down the street. I sighed feeling something unsettling in the pit of my stomach. I rubbed it gently.

"Keep mommy safe today okay?" I whispered to my unborn baby before walking through the open door that was being held by a young gentleman. I grinned widely when I looked him in the eye.

"Thank you." I said. Jeremiah smirked back at me nodding shortly.

"No problem." He spoke. I walked in, turning to look at him.

"Wanna sit with me?" I dared to ask, not sure if he was still upset with me or not. He smiled.

"I could use the company." He replied. I looked around him for anyone who might have been his person, but found no one.

"I came alone." I looked up into his eyes again, grinning softly.

"It's good to see you." I said honestly. His eyes went softer, if it were any possible.

"It's good to see you too." He replied.

We walked up to the third row, where I usually sat when I was able to attend. I squeezed into the end of the row, glad to be by the isle, Jeremiah squeezed in next to me on the inside. Church would be starting in a few minutes. Sitting my purse onto the bench under me, I knelt down and clasped my hands together. Jeremiah followed suit.

"Congratulations.." He whispered. I grinned softly.

"Thank you, Jerry." I said before I began my prayers.

I needed to pray for a lot of people this morning and be thankful for a lot as well. Hopefully, Kelly was listening.

"And now we’re standing on the edge, looking like here we go again. I used to be your man but today, I woke up as your friend..."

I haven't been able to comment lately but I have been reading.

Chris really needs to get his life back on track in order to win Tyson back.

I want to see him give up Music for Tyson like he promised. I feel like that's the only way she'll truly take him back.

Dude...I'm still tripping she saw Daniel but I knew painting would get reality back in Chris.

At first I was like Tyson is letting him back in to easy but hey what the hell. And I know this might sound stupid but make Chris get Tysons name tatted on him.

My mind was all over the place with how Daniel got out of jail and one of the thoughts was Rihanna. What if Chris told her about Daniel and she wanted to get rid of Tyson just to have Chris to herself...I know its a stretch but hey my imagination is working lol

Listening to the Thrill got me thinking about my own damn life and all the drug s*** I use to be involved with until I realized my adventurous nature gets me in trouble and ppl I love killed...real talk...thanks thoughts...

run it!

run it

Chris is going to have to earn that trust back and it aint gon be simple! i cant wait to know the sex of the baby either! RUN IT

run it!

Lol I got happy as hell...I was like "oh s***....we got two posts"....but seriously...how'd they get out and what the hell do they want....seriously....they've caused enough trouble.....if anybody gets hurt I hope it's Daniel and whoever the guy is.

"So he's out? Are you serious?! He must have some connects or something! He's not supposed to be out!" Spazzed Brooke who had rushed over to the gallery once I had called her to tell her about seeing Daniel. We had all thought what she was thinking, but Daniel was a powerful guy. A part of me wasn't surprised.

Justin, Brooke, Paige, Mackenzie, Jesse and I were all gathered in mine and Mackenzie's office to talk. Michael walked through the door just as I was about to reply to Brooke.

"Hey, I came as soon as I heard! How you doin' Ty?" He rushed to my side to rub my shoulder in comfort.

"Just a little shaken up, I never thought I'd have to see him again I thought he'd never have the balls to show show his facein public..both of them.." I spoke clearly shaken up.

"What the hell was he doin' outside of the shop is what I wanna know." Spat Mackenzie.

"I don't know.." I answered fear obvious in my voice.

"Someone call Chris and tell him to meet me at his place, now. Mike, do you mind taking Justin home?" I asked standing from my chair. I glanced over at Justin who looked oblivious to the entire situation.

"Yeah, sure it's no problem just be careful." He spoke. I nodded okay before I hugged everyone, telling them that I'd call them all later and let them know I was safe.

Right now I just wanted to be near Chris. He was the only one who was there that night, the only one who knew how I felt.
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I was about five minutes away from Chris' house when my phone began vibrating. I answered and pushed the speaker option.

"Hello?" I said.

"Mags? How far away are you? I'm home now." Asked a frantic Chris, he was fumbling with something in the background.

"I'm almost there. Five minutes." I answered.

"Okay, door's open." He responded.

"Okay." I said before we both hung up.

I walked through the doors of Chris' house and locked it behind me. I was greeted by Clyde whom I embraced in a tight hug. He told me where Chris was and I almost ran to the area in the house.

Making it to the basement I froze at the scene in front of me. Chris was on bended knee, painting. Creating something for the first time in a long time. He looked up when I got to the bottom, relief washed over his face.

"Hey.." I said softly. He smirked, resting the paint can on the ground and rushing over to grab me into a strong embrace. I hugged him back happy to be in his arms where I felt protected.

I was glad to know that even after our breakup and our time apart, we were able to fall back on one another.

"You okay?" He asked pulling away from me and holding me at arms lengh. I nodded more to myself than to him.

"You're..you're painting." I smiled pointing at the mural behind him. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah uh- I just..I needed something to keep my mind off of things until you got here." He said as walked us back upstairs.

I wasn't allowed to be near the fumes which irritated me at times. All I was able to do was sketch, but I dealt with it, for the baby.

"What if he's looking for me? Or you." I asked quietly. Chris looked to the ground before looking over his shoulder at me. I could tell he was on edge and worried about Daniel being back.

"Nothing's gonna happen to you Mags. I can promise you that--"

"Chris, we need to be smart about this. The guy with him, shot me- he killed Kelly. He's not coming back here unless there's a reason..Maybe he's after you and I--"

"Stop! Tyson, baby I can't have you stressin' out on me right now. You need to relax. Keep calm man..Imma take care of you. Nobody's gettin' near you that much I can assure you. Okay? Imma have security all up inside and outside this b****." He said. I sighed and nodded okay before taking a seat in his throne chair. I was suddenly feeling tired and thought it was best if I took a nap. Chris glanced over at me.

"Lay down over there, take a nap. You wanna stay here for the night?" He asked. I walked over to the living room the couch to rest my head.

"Is that okay? I don't really wanna be alone tonight and Justin's got a party to go to tonight--"

"So when dude's not around, I'm your fallback? Your last resort huh?" Chris scoffed. I rolled my eyes.

"Now is not the time to be jealous Chris. Justin lives up stairs from me, if I could save myself from a twenty minute commute, then s*** I will." I admit. He rolled his eyes in return.

"Which ya pregnant ass." He muttered.

"Yeah whatever, your fault I'm pregnant to begin with." I smirked at his defeated face and pulled the covers up over my shoulders.

I shut my eyes ready to head off into dreamland away from my reality, but the sinking of the chair caused my eyes to flutter open in question. I looked over t find that Chris had joined me on the couch. He lifted my feet up and rested them in his lap, rubbing my shin gently.

"What are you doing?" I asked tiredly. He looked straight ahead.

"Lookin' after you." He said softly. I looked at his side profile for a moment, capturing the rare occurrence of the man I was in love with.

"...you painted today. How long's it been?" I asked.

"Too long." He breathed running a hand down his hair. I smirked.

"I've been pushin' it away, and pushin' it away for so long...I forgot about it's existence and how it felt...the happiness I felt..I don't know I guess with everything that's happened since the fame, I just needed to release.." He said. I smiled sitting up to talk more with him. Missing the moments when he and I would just share our deepest thoughts with each other. I placed my hands on my stomach rubbing it softly out of habit.

"I think we should go to church tomorrow morning." I said. His eyes locked with mine. I noticed the unsure look in them, but then it disappeared.

"Aight. We'll go." He breathed. I reached over and kissed his cheek. I shifted and rested my head on his chest as his hand wrapped itself around me.

I missed this so much.

"I can't wait to find out what the sex will be tomorrow." I said quietly looking at my tummy. Chris chuckled.

"Me too man." He said, I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Have you thought about names?" I asked.

"Nah. I know I want it to be unisex though. You cool with that?" Asked Chris. I thought about it thoroughly. All the women in my family had unisex names.

"Yeah. When are you gonna let the world know? I don't think my tummy can hold it's size any longer, this s***'s gonna blow." I said poking my tummy playfully.

"Stop cussin' and I don't care, let my baby grow and I'm not hiding the news. If someone should snap a pic of you and it hits news tomorrow I'm fine with it." He said. I smiled glad.

"Good, because I think paparazzi caught a glimpse and snapped a pic when I got out of the car and entered the house." I spoke quickly, hiding cowardly behind my hands in mock fear. Chris peeled my hands away from my face with a smile.

"Aint' nobody in here give a damn. Let em' tell people. I'm proud. Team Breezy got my back anyhow." He admit. I smiled and rubbed his thigh gently before returning my hand back to my tummy.

I loved the way my baby bump looked, truthfully.

"I hope it's a girl." Said Chris as he place his hand on top of my stomach.

"Why?" I asked in curiosity.

"Because then she'll grow up to be as beautiful as her mother. She'll be my reminder of you and how happy you make me." He spoke. I could tell he meant what he said.

"I hope it's a boy." I said.

"Why?" He asked softly.

"I don't know, I've just always wanted a boy child first. I had my older brother to look after me and my mother when my father passed so..I guess th--"

"Will you ever give me another chance?" Asked Chris suddenly. I knew this question was coming. I could tell by the way he was looking at me.

"...One day." I answered.

"What day will that be?" He asked.

"The day I wake up and realize that I can trust you again and that the love we still have for each other is enough..." I answered. I looked up at him and just as I did his lips connected with mine in a soft, short kiss. He pulled away, my eyes remained closed. I relished in the feeling that I missed so much over the past few months.

It still felt right.

"I'm not giving up on us girl. Imma fight for you..believe that if nothing else." Said Chris, determination in his voice.

"My mom always told me that if it's meant to be, it will be." I smirked at the thought of her.

Nobody smart, would choose to take the risk of living without their heart.

run it

RunIt!!!

RunIt!!!

well at least Chris is trying and he has kept his word about not pursuing robyn..but we will see.. RUN IT

I wonder what chris thinks of all this.. like what is his POV?