"Don't Look Down" Remix video and single dropped and it was his highest charted song. The fans were going crazy over Tone and Riyah in a song together, but the big question was, who was the new kid?

Most of the female attention was on CJ because he was a new face, and available. They knew they could not get with Tone, he was engaged and happily in love.

That did not stop the girls from sliding into his DMs.

It was a good thing Riyah trusted him. He let her know the passcode to his phone and she could check it any time. She was more worried about the pregnancy and being sick so often. She was so worried they went to her doctor once a week just to be sure everything was fine.

They were now booked to do several shows to perform their song. She was already a big-time social media mogul, but now more endorsements were coming in. Many of them were baby sponsors and they did not even know what they were having yet.

He did not see why people made a big deal about what they were having. Girl or boy, he was pretty excited about it.

Tone Confessional:

Yes, I am glad my music is finally hitting the top of the charts. It's been a crazy few months. Releasing the album, touring, performing all by myself, meeting Riyah...now a baby on the way. I remember feeling so lonely right before I met her and...

"Ugh!" He heard Riyah yell from somewhere in their bedroom while he was down the hall in the spare bedroom set up for their confessionals.

Cameras still following him, he jumped up and went off to see where Riyah was.

"Ri, where you at?"

"Aghhh!" he heard her scream again, then started to cry.

He went towards the noise and found her in her walk-in closet. A dress she was trying to pull on, was halfway stuck, her arms still up in the air and stuck in the dress as she sat on the floor. It was a funny sight to him, but he knew not to laugh at her.

"Yo, can y'all not film my girl like this?" he said to the camera crew holding them off.

He walked into the closet with Riyah and closed the door behind him.

"Riyah, what's going on?" He pulled the dress completely off of her and dropped it on the floor. He helped her up from the floor.

"I'm getting so fat! I can't fit any of my clothes." She kept crying, the messy cry with tears and snot bubbles.

He looked around her closet, found a box of Kleenex, grabbed a few, and started to wipe her face.

"You are not fat. You are growing, Growing my child. Our child!"

"Why do I have to be so fat and swollen and...ugly!" She cried some more and covered her face with her hands.

"What are you talking about? You're still the finest woman I've ever seen. And getting hotter."

He wiped her tears away with his hands. She really looked amazing, right now, with no make-up, hair in a messy bun, skin so clear, breasts a lot fuller, her stomach swelled with his child.

His child.

He kneeled on the floor in front of her and kissed her belly.

"I love you Riyah. I love our baby." He kissed her belly again and then stood up and took her hands. "Babe, your body is going to change, and that's okay. Do you need new clothes? Let's just go shopping. Let me buy you whatever you need."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

After going through most of her clothes to find her something to wear, yes, nothing fit. The problem was, she had a cute, small shapely body before, but now her stomach had expanded, her butt a lil rounder, and those breasts...he hoped they stayed. All she wore before were little, tiny shorts and cropped tops. All her California summer-style dresses were too tight on her.

She had sweats, but even those fit too tight around her stomach.

"Babe, you're going to have to wear something of mine."

"What?" She started to cry again.

"Come on, it's just till we get to the mall and get you some bigger clothes. Aye, KStyle has a maternity line now, we can-"

"Ugh! I do not want to wear maternity clothes!"

Now she was just being crazy. Maternity clothes were just regular clothes just more room around the belly, right? He wasn't sure. but he assumed it all looked the same.

"Tone, why don't you just go and pick me out some things? I can have my assistant go with you and-"

"I'm not playing with you Ri, get dressed and you're coming with me."

He grabbed one of his t-shirts and some of his gym shorts with a drawstring waist. She reluctantly put it on, looking herself over in the mirror.

"I look like a boy!"

"A sexy one." He kissed her neck

She combed her hair out, pulled it back in a low ponytail then put on one of his baseball caps. With socks and her tennis shoes on, she found the biggest sunglasses she could find and put them on as well.

"If I have to go dressed like this, no one can know it's me."

They ordered a car to take them to Rodeo Drive and he knew they would be recognized. They could have gone somewhere lowkey, but Riyah was going to be Riyah. The camera crew followed them as well, though he knew Riyah would not want the footage shown.

Several of the shops had nice bigger-sized, nonmaternity clothes that she fit into and liked. But he also pointed out that the maternity clothes looked fine to him. She found a few pieces she liked.

While she was piling up clothes to try on, he texted Icee.

Can your wife's sister, Krystle, hook my girl up with KMother clothes? She's hung up on what she looks like right now and I'm trying to keep the peace.

Icee texted back laughing emojis. What was funny?

Broo!!

A'ight dude, you're in that phase of the pregnancy. I'll make sure we shoot yo girl over some nice items.

That's what's up.

Aye, let me know what you having cuz Kryssy has a kids' line now. Uncle Ice gonna hook nephew or niece up.

Icee was a real one for that.

That got him thinking. Who should be his kid's godfather? Icee was a good choice. Then again, CJ was his best friend. CJ wasn't exactly good with kids, not like Icee.

That was a big decision to make.

"Babe!"

He looked up from his phone to see Riyah in a nice, formal dress that fit her perfectly. It looked like a prom dress to him.

"Where are you going dressed in that?"

"Duh! Anywhere I want to."

Riyah went back into the dressing room and he went back to his phone. He scrolled through his DMs, deleting most that were random fans. If they were cool with the approach, he might respond back.

Icee taught him early, always keep your fans happy.

Riyah reiterated that to him

So he chatted with some of his fans that came to him correctly. Many of the girls were plenty jealous of Riyah, hating on her. Spreading ridiculous lies and rumors about her. They were calling her all kinds of names, sending him screenshots of things she said in the past or even guys she used to kick it with.

They were really wrong for getting into Riyah's business. Of course she had a past, so did he. Riyah was not stepping out on him and that's all that mattered.

IMMA KILL THAT BITCH SO I CAN BE WITH YOU

Now they were taking things too far. This was not the first deranged fan texting things like that to him. He told Riyah and she only laughed, saying that meant he was popular now. She explained that she got threats like that on a daily basis and just deleted and blocked.

He deleted the message and went to check on Riyah.

"Ri, you good? You need help? I can zip or button or tie anything up."

When he went to look in the dressing room, she was not there but a pile of clothes.

"Riyah!" he yelled out.

The camera crew had not followed her into the dressing room, and he was so into his phone he did not see if she stepped out. He looked around the store. She could not have gone far.

Then he heard her scream and he panicked.

"Riyah!"

He ran toward the front of the store, and standing there with nothing but her bra and panties was a crying hysterical Riyah.

"T-they tried to kidnap me."

A/N: Tone and Riyah. The struggles of being a celebrity. I don't want the fame, just the money.🤣

Now who do you think they will call to get on this case?🤔