Beyonce is considered the best when dealing the mentally ill. But what happens when she accidentally becomes one of her worse patients caregiver
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"Dadddyy I seeppyyy" tiny whined onside of me while beyonce got her backpack out the car.
I reached in my bag getting her glasses case out and opened it grabbing her glasses beginning to clean them.
Beyonce extra ass got this girl several pair of glasses talking about she might lose them. I decided to keep a pair on me just incase since I keep up with my own glasses anyway.
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"Can you see ok ?" I asked putting them up to her eyes. She scrunched her face shaking her head and I took them back off her face using the cloth to clean them good.
Once I was done I put them on my face testing them but it just made everything blurry as hell and gave me a headache so I quickly took them off.
"Here noonk" I put them on her face.
"What that sign say ?" I asked pointing to the school sign that she usually say is blurry.
"Welcome back !" She smiled clapping her hands. "Yayy my tiny can see" I cheesed kissing her cheek.
"Night night daddy" she pouted lifting her glasses up to rub her eye.
"you can take a nap at lunch" said rubbing her back and she whined more tugging on my shirt.
"Uppp ! Peaseee" she said attempting to climb up me.
"Are you staying today ?" I asked Beyonce while picking tiny up putting her on my hip making her go quiet laying her head on my shoulder.
"Yea. This the only day this week though" she said making me frown. "No bey I need you here, she don't act right and I can be in every class"
"Well robyn you're her daddy. Make her act right" she scrunched her face at me.
I just smacked my lips looking away. This is too much, I'm not cut out for this daddy stuff.
I've been feeling like it for a while. I'm just not good at it, it's fucking hard.
I don't think I can do this.
We walked up to the school and tiny messed with my hair throwing it in my face making me chuckle moving it. "I can't see when you do that silly"
