She's The One(Ariana/You)

Work From Home

Y/n's POV:

Y'all take a rumor then y'all gonna wear it out
Fuck all that talk about who's in the whereabouts
I walk in Neiman's and Marcus, I'm buried out
Walk in the bank and say, "Fuck it, let's clear it out"
I'm the same dolla sign slime, they gon' hear me
I'm the same dolla sign slime, they gon' feel me
I'm the same dolla sign slime, yeah
I'm the same dolla sign slime, yeah

Yeah, album gon' hit like its '82
Got a new whip, and its navy blue (navy blue)
Top of the game, only 22
Look at me, nigga, they ain't look at you (look at you)

You just an opp and a flop of a nigga
I'm sorry that I gotta say the truth
Thought I went pop, but I popped on you niggas
Now I'm with the hits like I'm Babe Ruth (ah)

Bitch, I do not do labor (uh-huh)
He the one, got too major (ah)

In the middle of my verse the music fades away. Looking up from my phone, where I put the lyrics down, I see Cass looking right back at me.

"What's up? What happened?" I ask with a frown, pulling the headphones down around my neck.

He presses the button and his voice sounds through the speakers," Josie out here given Meg a hard time." There's slight amusement in his voice but his words make me look towards the couch.

I can't hear Josie, since Cass let go of the speaker button, but I can see that's she's fussing. Her face is red, mouth slightly agape as she struggles against Megan's soothing rocks. She's definitely not sleepy if she's fighting against being rocked.

Sighing softly, I take the headphones off my neck and hook them on their place on the mic stand, then leave out of the booth. Walking over to them, I smile apologetically at Meg as she hands me Josie.

"What's wrong lil mama?" I ask my daughter, quick to check her diaper which is not wet, leaving only one other easily fixable issue." Aye, gon head and start recordin yo verse Meg. She's hungry so Ima go-" I nod my head towards the direction of the kitchen.

Megan raises her eyebrows," you sure? I can feed her while you finish." She says, reaching up to softly rub the back of Josie's head.

I consider it for a moment, then my eyes pan down to the white crop top Meg is wearing and the light blue jean shorts." Maybe next time, she gets messy with her food and I'd hate for her to stain the hot girl fit." I say with slight teasing in my voice.

"Alright. Gon do what you gotta do baby daddy. Ima add my fuel to yo fire." She winks, then turns to go into the booth.

With a nod to Cass, I head out of the studio, making sure the door is shut behind me before going towards the kitchen. I bounce Josie who is now quiet, her brown eyes roaming all over the place. Walking past the stairs, I hear Nate's crying and I sigh.

At the end of last week Nate caught a cold, we both quickly found out that that's a big headache. Nate has been having a terrible time, as most people do when they have a cold. Though, as a baby that has no clue what is going on, I imagine it might be kind of scary for my little man. I especially think that because of how clingy he's been since he's been sick, he constantly wants to be held which is slightly out of character for him.

He's 6 and a half months so he's all excited to explore and be in his jumper or playing with toys. Plus, he's found how much he loves tummy time so he really doesn't like being held. That was another sign that he wasn't feeling well.

Due to him being sick things got a little hectic. Ariana had to be home for the rest of the week because we had to keep him away from Josie so she wouldn't catch his cold and because he's a bit of a momma's boy.