Us

F O R T Y N I N E

Y/N POV

The last two months have been a whirlwind for me and my family. For starters, I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that just a few years ago I was single, and now I'm married with four kids. It's been quite the adjustment but we've been making it work. Beyoncé stayed with us for two weeks after Nyx was born and then switched out with Andrea and Derrick, who opted to stay for two weeks as well.

Since they left, we've settled into our routine as a family. As usual, I get up early to change diapers and feed the baby. Then Sebastian and I make breakfast together for the rest of us. Right before the food is ready, I wake up Normani and allow her to shower and do her morning routine uninterrupted. When she comes downstairs we eat breakfast together and take Bash to school.

Recently, Chloe asked me to help her produce some of the songs on her sophomore album, in addition to producing for a few other artists like 6lack, Bryson Tiller, and Kehlani. So when we come back from dropping off Sebastian, I spend a few hours in the studio working on those tracks. Mani watches some morning cartoons with the babies while I'm working.

"Babe!" I hear Mani through some speakers, but I can't pinpoint where the speakers are.

"Who the hell... Mani?"

"It's an intercom camera system."

"We have an intercom system?!"

"Yeah, I installed it while you were on tour remember?"

"Oh shit, I forgot. What's up though?" I continue clicking through the layers on the song I'm working on.

"I'm sending Noah downstairs with you. She keeps asking for you."

"Okay, I'll open the door for her." I hear her click off the intercom. I get up to open the door and soon I hear Noah's footsteps come into the studio.

"Hey mama!" she taps my leg and turn to face her.

"Hey baby girl, what's up?" she shakes her head and stretches her arms up so I can pick her up. I do just that and put her on my lap.

"You working?"

"Yup, I'm making some songs for my friends." I turn towards my monitors and continue layering the vocals Chloe sent me.

"Help?" she looks up at me.

"Hmm, I'm not sure how you could help me though baby." I clicked around on my computer until it came to me. I still don't have a producer tag. I pick up Noah and place her on the table behind me. I pull out my microphone and attach it to my laptop, sitting it up on a stand next to her. "Okay you ready to help me out?"

"Yes!" she claps. I turn the mic on and press record on my laptop, hoping to catch any part of our dialogue to use for a producer tag. We talk and laugh for about 10 minutes until I finally get it. "Y/n/n turn it up!"

I stop the recording immediately and chop that sentence from the rest of the audio. Then I turn to her after I realize what she just said.

"Who told you my name was Y/n/n?" I chuckle and she smiles. "My name is mama or mommy!"

"Mommy calls you Y/n/n!" Noah giggles.

"That's a good point. But call me mama, it sounds better coming from you." I kiss her cheek.

"Okay mama."