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Beyoncé

"Where the hell do you got my son and my wife, Shawn? I'm not playin'." My voice is quick and angry.

I've got a lot on my plate today and as Shawn does, he's in my fucking way.

"They fine. Z ova hear picking clothes out and ya wife just got dropped off on the other side of mah property."

"Fuck you mean, dropped off?"

He knows already I don't play with Nicki or my babies.

"There's two ways to get on my property and off. She'll be fine, just real tired cuz it takes two miles to get to the nearest main road by foot and her short as—-"

"What store you at with Z?"

"We at a shoe store, we boutta be on our way home."

"We talkin', cuz you can't just walk off with my son."

"My son."

"Shut the fuck up and get here quick."

I click my tongue as I'm annoyed as hell with him. He hangs up. Stupid ass.

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I left the girls in the backseat and Zahir is with them too. Shawn looks me up and down then smirks.

"C'mon." I snap in his face.

He unlocks the door and we go in. Shawn never told me about this house but I did know from the get go that he had money. He made sure everyone knew.

I sit per his request on one of his older style couches.

He sits on the arm of the opposite one.

"Let's get to it, why did you just take him?"

I'm tryna get my kids to the hospital to see Robyn.

"A boy need his dad."

"You ain't gone teach him nothing of productivity but steal and hit on people."

"I changed."

I scoff. I don't believe it. I still have the scar from him.

"I turned a new leaf, Bey."

"I just want my son to be okay. That's it." I say and my voice shakes a bit out of habit since Shawn is in front of me. "What's the point of having a father that's around but not the best. You gone hurt him more and you and I know he's too sweet and carne for you to treat him poorly."

"I know. You and Nicki doing a great job. He got good ass manners."

I just sit there and stare at him blankly.

I remember what India was saying in the car, "Anyways, how long you been seeing him and giving him stuff?"

"About 8 months."

"We gone talk about the rest of this together with Nicki and Robyn." I say.

"Just wanna see my son."

"We ain't gone stop you, but we don't want you hurting him. I know you Shawn. You can't stay consistent for very long. I don't want you to ruin my sweet kid."

He huffs.

I begin to see myself out.

"Where you goin'?"

"To see Robyn."

"Whatchu mean see her?"

"You ain't hear about Robyn?"

"What about her?"

"She's at the hospital, that's why we came to get the kids earlier."

He looks petrified at the news. And honestly I don't know what for when he didn't even show for her when she was pregnant nor in Zahir's earlier years.

"Send the hospital address, imma be there. Go awn with the kids."

I walk to the car, completely confused and the kids are all very confused once I settle in the front seat.

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