You're Mine(Sequel To The Love Triangle)(Nicki Minaj and Chris Brown)

Chapter #2

Chris P.O.V.

I sat on my leather couch and pulled out my phone. I held my peach Ciroc bottle as I sat it on my thigh.

Tears welled my eyes as I stared at da picture of me, Nic and our kids showed on my front screen.

I smiled thinkin of da fun times we had...
*Recap*
"Stop daddy! You're gonna get my hair wet!" Nautica screamed as I had ha ova my shoulder, carryin ha towards da pool.
"Say ya love me den." I said continuin ta walk.
"Ya already know, doh."
"Actually I don't." I said smartly.
"Mom!! Somebody please help!" She screamed.
Da boys laughed and started tryin ta beat on me.
"Put ha down." Antonio said as he punched me in my chest.
I started runnin towards da pool and dey followed closely behind me.
"Come back here wit my sister!" I heard Christopher yell.
Befo dey could touch me, I jumped into da pool wit Nautica still ova my shoulder.
*End of recap*
(A/N: that just shows you how lazy I'm being...)

"Aye, man. What fuck is ya doin starin into space and shit?" Tyga said snappin me outta my line of thought.

"How in da fuck did ya get in?"

"How dafuq did you forget that you tol me where da spare key is?" He said smilin.

I ran my hand down my face and smiled.

"Get yo depressed ass up. We bouta hit da studio wit schoolboy Q." He said gettin my liquor bottle and sittin it on da glass table.

"Nigga...never mind, you're right." I said sadly.

I groaned and got up.

I wobbled a little but straightened myself out.

I went ova ta my wall of keys and grabbed da one ta my motorcycle. I grabbed my all black helmet and my leather jacket.

We silently headed out as we went our separate ways.

I hopped on my motorcycle and put my helmet ova my face.

I held my phone and decided a text ain't gon kill me.
Me: Nic, can please stop arguin ova petty shit like fr
N: oh so wen it's you it's petty but wen it's me it's WW2
Me: ya know dat shit ain't true
N: oh really cuz ya went ta jail ova it
Me: wateva
N: yeah, it's wateva
Me: ya ain't gon let dis shit go, are ya