Page 144 of Love U Down II

Drix had performed an almost completely sold out tour and collected some plaques of his own along the way.

Everything was surprisingly going well.

Our label was making progress. We’d welcomed one more act, a rock band Drix swore he had a great feeling about, one woman, four men and a lot of controversy. But they were good if nothing else.

Rome and Merch were working on a duo project as well as their solo projects. Dashawn and Sundaze had both released debut albums that did amazing. Everything Kevo put out was a hit. Charm slipped into ghostwriting for other artists whileshe took her time perfecting her first solo project. None of us were pressuring her because she was still putting out features and networking. She’d even done a movie. New Stage ended up getting signed and were doing well too. They didn’t have an album out just yet but both them and Genie were scheduled to put work out sometime in the next year if things continued to go well.

Genie was still with her loser of a baby daddy but he didn’t seem to be hitting her anymore thankfully.

Alan was still producing and was a solid member of our marketing team.

The music was flowing and so was the money.

Drix gestured for me to lead him upstairs and I giggled when he hit my ass as I brushed past him.

He closed the studio door behind him tightly and I froze when I heard the large piano Drix had invested in being played. I scoffed and shook my head but followed the sound.

I found my father sitting at the piano with my son, Hendrix III, resting in one of his arms.

Drix and I had welcomed our firstborn two months after the release of my album and eleven months after Drix finished his tour.

Despite Berlin not being named Hendrix, we’d opted to have our son be listed as the third. Our family now had a Hendrix, Drix, and Henny.

His father had been honored. His mother thought it was adorable. Chandler had been the one to ask how we could have a third Hendrix when there wasn’t a second. She and Drix had plenty of fun arguments about it, with him making it clear that we could write whatever we wanted on the birth certificate.

We’d given him a music related middle name to match me and my siblings’ first names. My mother hadn’t reached out since she’d gotten her ass whooped and I hadn’t reached outeither. Apparently she knew who to try to blackmail and who not to try it with.

Zamir and I were closer and he and his wife sometimes met up with Drix, me, and our dad.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I walked over to my father.

He glanced at me briefly then looked down at his grandson.

“Introducing Henny to the classics,” he said simply. “He’s going to be a musical prodigy, you know?”

“I don’t think he’ll be playing the piano any time soon, Dad.”

“Well, he’ll be playing before he’s walking. Trust me.”

“I believe that,” Drix admitted.

“Of courseyoudo.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile.

Hendrix Treble King was a perfect little angel. He wasn’t fussy, had no issues latching, and as a surprise to absolutely no one, loved music. Maybe it was due to all the music we had him listening to in the womb or maybe Drix and my dad were right and he just naturally loved music. Either way, it got him to sleep when he needed help and calmed him when nothing else did.

Pregnancy had made me more creative than I’d ever been. While I’d thrown myself into my music when feeling that motivation, Drix decided to throw himself into fatherhood and focus on our home, making adjustments and carefully curating a release list for each of us to have things coming out while we did nothing but adapt to parenthood.

I loved it.

With Drix as my husband and partner I felt ready to take on anything—parenthood, new music, touring postpartum, and of course spending the rest of our lives together.

I knew without a doubt that my husband was obsessed with me and the life we were building, and honestly, I loved his crazy ass down.

That would never change.

FIN.