Nicki Minaj, My Savior

Breaking News

(Brandi's POV)
It was two days ago when I last saw my dad and he signed our papers. We went to the social worker this morning, and we got the paperwork done. I'm officially Brandi Maraj!! I think about being a member of Nicki Minaj's family over and over until I hear something strange on TV.
"Next on The View, is Nicki Minaj a suitable parent for two teenage girls? This is breaking news ya'll!" I drop my spoon in the bowl of cereal I was eating, and it hits the bottom with a clank.
"Nicki!!" I shout at her from the other side of the hotel. She runs in with a bath towel on and her toothbrush hanging out of her foaming mouth. "Look at the TV!!" I scream at her.
"Nicki Minaj has taken it upon herself to adopt to teenage girls! There have been pictures posted on social media of her and the girls driving together and eating together! I mean, do ya'll really think this young thug musician is capable of caring for these children? I sure don't!" Whoopi Goldberg spoke about us and Nic.
"Hey babe, don't listen to the haters! There will always be those crazy people that talk about us just for attention." She says and kisses me on the forehead. She stands up and leaves the room. This is my life now. People always will be watching me.
(Skipping getting ready)
(Nicki's POV)
"Okay girls! Let's go to the meet and greet!" I speak to them and they look at each other excitedly.
(Skipping the drive there)
"Nicki! Nicki! Is it true that you have two adopted daughters now?" One reporter asks.
"Nic! Look over here baby, give the camera a little smile!" Another creepy reporter says to me. I look at my phone to see a text from Brandi. They are in the back room of the hotel that the "Young Money" meet and greet was happening.
"Nicki! There are crazy reporters back here asking us stupid questions!! Pls send help!" Says the text. I stand up immediately and start running over to one of the guards.
"Can you please show me were the girls are?" I ask the guard politely.
"Yes miss Minaj, right this way." He grabs my hand and leads me to the back room where reporters are banging on the door outside.
"Move out the way! I am trying to see my babies!" I scream at them, becoming angry with their behavior.
"Miss Minaj!! Are these girls your daughters??" A reporter yells my way.
"Yes idiot." I say as I slam the door. "My babies!!" I yell to them. "Come here!" I say while I give them kisses.
"They were asking us all these questions about you being our mom or not! It was terrible mom!" Oh my gosh. Brandi just called me mom! "I-I mean Nic." She recovers from falling me mom.
"No baby. I am your mom. I'd love if you called me mom!" I hug them both tight. I know how scary the paparazzi can be. I love my daughters.