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Chris Brown Bel Air, Los Angeles, CA 9:00 AM
*August 2nd*
Today was a big day. Well really this entire weekend was big.
I get my Walk of Fame star today but this weekend, Nadia and me also have our bachelor and bachelorette parties. All that really did was made shit more real than ever.
I'm getting married in exactly one week to her.
You couldn't have paid me a billion dollars to believe I'd be where I'm at today.
But everything was perfect for the big day and ready to go.
She got her dresses and I got my suits. I found out shorty had three outfit changes planned so you already know I'm finna match her energy. Finna fuck around and be shirtless by the end of the night.
I'm just looking at our wedding day as a big ass party.
The sound of my son's shitting snapped me out of my thoughts and made me scrunch my face up looking down at him as he was asleep on my chest.
"You can't be fucking serious, bro." I mumbled as the smell of poop filled my nose. I know that shit ran up his back too.
Our bedroom door opened and Nadia walked in with a smile on her face but it immediately dropped, "What's that smell?"
"Yo' son just took the biggest shit ever. What's in your boobs that got him shitting like this?! Baby, he stinks!"
"Well, change his diaper, Brown." She snickered and I gagged holding him up in my arms while standing up.
This one part I hate about taking care of a baby.
"Hell, nah. Take his ass to the bath,"
"No. You need to get up and get ready and since you already got him in your arms, handle it." She spoke while walking to the bathroom and I followed behind her, still with Arris dangling in my hands making sure it was a safe distance between him and me because I'll be damn I get baby shit on me.
"Nadia. Please get him, beloved. I'm asking so nicely."
"Chris, poop is not going to kill you. How you want three more kids but can't handle shit?" She chuckled while started working on her makeup and I scrunched my face as he started to stir in my hands. "Put him down. You about to piss him off holding him like that,"
"This shit is unbelievable and I mean that literally," I mumbled and laid him down on the little nursery table. We had one in our room and one in his actual nursery for times like this. He started babbling away in baby talk and all that did was make me mad. "You talking up a storm like you ain't just shit on yourself."
