Babymama

4.

Onika Maraj

"Giselle, do you want me to call da da?" it was 6 in the morning and she was throwing a fit over nothing.

I had to be in the salon today to do inventory and I had a couple of clients to do, I didn't need to be late today but fooling with my spoiled ass daughter it looks like I am.

I picked up my phone, watching my daughter kicked anything that was around her screaming.

I called Beyonce and of course it went to voicemail.

: pick up your fucking phone for once!
: come get your daughter! I have to work and she's throwing a tantrum.

i'm so tired of Beyonce not being here when I needed her too, she's been acting out every since the kenny thing. it's one thing to punish me, but your child?

I got myself dressed while GG continued on with her drama. Beyonce usually takes her to daycare for me if I have to go into the salon early since they don't take kids until 8am, but of course she's not answering.

I went into the kitchen with little miss mad ass following behind me.

"GG, what do you want to eat for breakfast?"

she just stared at me with her arms folded.

"NO!"

"No what? Giselle, mommy is tired. Please be a big girl for me!"

"I wan dis" she pointed at cookies on the counter, now she knows damn well.

"you're not getting cookies in the morning" this girl fell back on the floor, crying. I chuckled to myself, I don't have time for this.

I started making her some oatmeal, I was tuning her out so bad that I did not hear my door open.

"Cut that shit out right now G" I heard that sexy ass southern voice sternly say, I almost forgot I was mad with her.

Giselle quickly got up and raised her arms for Beyonce to pick her up, but she didn't.

"i'm not picking you up, why you acting out for your mommy?"

"I wan stay wif mommy" she sniffled. my heart, ugh that's my baby but I have to work.

Beyonce finally picked her up wiping head tears. "Mommy has to work babygirl"

"I go wif you" she laid her head on her shoulder sniffing like she was so hurt. dramatic ass.

"I have to work too baby"

Beyoncé is literally a mogul, she owns different businesses. Her first being Parkwood INC, she works with all different types of arttists on a daily.

She owns HIVE nightclub, as well as IVY PARK clothing stores. Very rich, I didn't want to depend on her even though she never liked me working so I worked hard for my own business as well.

"Giselle, do you want your oatmeal?" I asked, she nodded trying to get out of B's hands. Beyonce sat her in her high chair while I sat down her food and water.