Monday, 7:30 p.m.
-1 week later-
"I just want us to have a civilized conversation, let's not make this conversation about you, or me this is about Izzy Naoli" Fatima said firm, her and Ian was out eating dinner at Nobu, while Izzy was with her Auntie Danni.
"Let me guess, you're moving to LA?" He said with a slight disappointment look, and Fatima nodded yes, as she took a sip of her red wine.
It was an awkward silence for the moment, Ian was tapping his finger on the table. as some time went by Fatima finally decided to speak again.
"Say something, like I care about how you feel, that's why I wanted to have this conversation with you Ian "
"You don't care about my feelings, don't give me that bullshit Fatima" He spat. "You was going to LA regardless of my feelings, so what we really having this conversation for, if you're just gone do what you want to do anyways" He said.
"Ian, I literally just fucking said, I care about your feelings. I would have been in LA by now if I didn't care nigga, and that's the god honest truth " She said.
"You're only hurting Izzy because you can't stand the fact that I moved on, and I wish I had the reasons why I tried so hard with you, but I don't have the answers to that" She took a deep breath, before continuing her vent.
I just honestly want us to be the best parents to Izzy because she deserves that, she deserves parents that could put their feelings aside, she deserves parents who could co-parent without all the extra nonsense, she deserves an active father Ian, I know you could be all those things if you just put your feelings about me aside"
" How could I be this active father, when you're taking my child away from me Fatima, you think you making the right decision but you're not. You could go to LA, and Izzy will stay in Atlanta with me" Said Ian.
"Do you hear yourself nigga? You sound stupid as hell if you think I am leaving my child behind, and you can't even watch her for over 6 hours. You're crazy Ian, you're crazy" She said with a light chuckle, taking another sip of her wine.
" If you think I'm gone keep traveling back and forth to see her you lost your damn mind Fatima"
"The whole point of this freaking conversation is to figure out an co -parent schedule, like is you slow?" She asked him with a scrunched up face expression.
"Watch your mouth, I'm not with the disrespect Fatima. I'm not" He warned stern.
Before Fatima could speak again, Karen was making her way over to their table, after she had spotted him from outside the restaurant.
"IAN" Karen shouted causing a scene, Fatima looked up confused because she could recognize that voice from anywhere, Karen was too busy looking at Ian she didn't even know that was Fatima sitting with him.
Ian had smacked his lips, and shook his head. "Get the fuck away from this table right now Karen" Ian spat, he knew Fatima wasn't with the groupies approaching him.
"So this is why you're not returning any of my phone calls because you're all up on the next bitch" She hollered.
Ian looked at Fatima, because one thing she didn't condone was the name calling, Fatima had stood up, and Ian did the same standing in front of Fatima, to hold her back.
"Call me another bitch, and watch this bitch beat your fucking ass" Fatima spat, and once Fatima spoke Karen knew exactly who she was.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch, and bitch!" Karen kept on repeating, "Ian let me the fuck go, like control your fucking bitches, I don't know who this bitch is but I'm not the fucking one, I'll show her bitch quick fast in a fucking hurry " Fatima snapped.
