Love Don't Change • Chris Brown

Mommy?

Riley.

Three weeks later.

"Come on pretty mama, eat your peas and 'nanas for mommy. Only reason you don't want them is 'cause you saw my food." I attempted to airplane the spoon into Nayeli's mouth again and she blew a raspberry, spitting puréed peas and bananas on my shirt. "I wonder what the return policy on y'all is." I joked, wiping her face and my shirt free of baby food.

My babies hit their half year mark a week ago so they're finally on soft foods and off my damn breasts, thank God. Doctor Pierre, my OBGYN says it's best for me to transition from breast milk to formula at six months so the switch is easy and less noticeable for them. So far Noey was loving his new fruit and veggie blends, but Ny wasn't having it and wanted Mommy Milk. Five minutes later, I finally got her to take three spoonfuls while she dramatically gagged, just as her daddy began unbarring the front door. "She eating now?" Chris asked as he and Royalty hauled two boxes of diapers in the house. Behind them, India held the babies' new bouncers in either arms. "Yea, now she just acting like I fed her battery acid, she frown her face up after every bite."

"Dramatic just like her mama." Chris said, coming over to kiss me and pick Noah up. "What's up big man? Daddy got you and NyNy some new toys, 'cause we ain't finna be holding y'all all day." He spoke, gently airplaning him, kissing his forehead each time.

"Didn't you literally just feed them?" India asked coming over to steal one of my French toast sticks.

"Yup."

"He good, I used to do this with Royalty all the t—" before Chris could finish his sentence, Noah did exactly what I knew he would eventually do, all over Chris's face. His digested peas and bananas dropped from Chris's mouth down to his shirt. My loud gasp scared the shit out of Nayeli, making her jump and cry, making India, me and Ro cackle even harder. "That's what you get, you knew better" I managed to say between laughs.

Chris sucked his teeth quickly handing Noah to India and leaving the room. "Fuck y'all bruh."

Once our laughter died down India sat at the table with me and burped Noah. "He got mad at us like we the ones who told him to throw a full baby in the air." I said, assisting Ro in burping her sister.

"That shit was funny. I bet he rinsing his mouth out with soap."

"Language!" Ro sang. "Sorry lil ma." India apologized. "What you wearing for your shoot?"

I shrugged. "I'on know. I mean, I'ma have to change when I get there anyway." Kendrick and Drake's music video for Poetic Justice came out a few weeks ago, and I don't mean to toot my own horn but a bitch looked GOOD.

Once Chris and I—made up—he saw that the video was everything I said it was and accepted that it was really nothing either of us could do at that point. Long story short, a few people already knew my face because of Chris, but being the leading lady in a music video with two huge artists really got people wanting to know who I am aside from being Chris Brown's girlfriend. An article in Black Culture Unfiltered mentioned that they "Wanted to see more of the beautiful Leading lady."

I gained quite a following from it too, resulting in a couple brands wanting to work with me. Today I have my very first photoshoot with Allora Boutique, they're paying me a damn decent amount just to model and promote some of their new items. I'm not really looking to be a model but shit might as well get some headshots in and get paid while I do it.