𝑫𝒆́𝒋𝒂̀ 𝑽𝒖

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𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊
Today was just another boring ass day at work. Selling houses shouldn't be draining right? Wrong. People will make it up in their mind that they want the fucking until house you give them a tour. It's time wasting but at least I make the money for the time wasted. Once I was done with my 4 clients, I drove to the office & clocked out. I checked my schedule on my phone to see when exactly will I have time to plan my baby girl Amoura's 3rd birthday party.

I looked at it & sighed. I'm all booked up. I have to make some calls cause I'm not like her dada, Beyoncé, ima make sure my baby girl have an amazing birthday. Once I called in & changed the days for my photo shoots & house tours, I went to pick up my baby from daycare.

Once I got there, I walked into the office to sign her out. I swear this is like a whole little school it's so cute. "Oh sorry she just checked out about 10 minutes ago." The receptionists said as my heart started beating fast. "Okay, one second." I said.

I called Nasir (my "bf"). He answered on the 4th ring. "What's up baby?" He asked as I rolled my eyes. "Did you pick up Amoura today?" I asked. "No, I told you I'd be working in the studio all day." He said as I just sighed & hung up. "Excuse me. What did the person look like that came & got her?" I asked. "Well she was about 5'8, she had a very country accent & she said she was a friend of yours. She had honey blonde hair & Amoura looks often a lot like her." The woman said as I nodded. "Why didn't I get a call that my baby girl was taken from this daycare?" I asked.

"Well she said you told her it would be fine. & I told her that I'd still have to call & she said if I called that she'd get me fired & she said a lot of bad words to me." The lady said as I just sighed. "Alright, well next time if it isn't me, don't let her go with anyone. Unless I call." I said leaving out.

I can't believe Beyoncé deadbeat ass would come & get my child. The one that I pushed out by myself with no one by my side. I got in my car & looked through my call log. I spotted her name so I clicked on it. She answered on the second ring. "Beyoncé where is my baby?" I asked. "Damn no hey how you doing? Just straight to it huh?" She asked laughing as I just bit my bottom lip from cussing her out.

"I'm not fucking playing with you. You never did shit for her so why the fuck you showing up to her daycare & shit like every thing just cool & jolly. Like nah bitch, ain't shit cool over here. Bring me my fucking child or I will turn New York the fuck up." I yelled & hung up the phone.

A few minutes later I got a text from her with a location. I clicked on it & went straight to the location. It was 10 minutes from here, so I decided to stop & get her a happy meal. I was not in the mood to cook. All I wanna do is get my baby, feed her, & listen to her chew my ears out about her day. I love my baby & I'll be damn if I let Beyoncé come & try to just take over. Like she hasn't done shit for her. She broke up with me mid pregnancy to begin her singing career, only for it not to be like how she expected.

𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆
"So how old are you Amoura?" I asked. "I'm 2. Mommy says I'm smart for my age." She said in the same squeaky voice Nicki has. Damn I really missed out on a lot. "Well can I tell you a secret before your mommy gets here?" I asked as she nodded. "Yessss." She said looking up at me. "Okay well my name is Beyoncé. But every one calls me Bey or BB. But you're special cause you get to call me daddy or dada." I said as she just laughed. "Mommy calls her boyfriend daddy." She said as I just looked at her. "Ummm don't tell anyone else that okay. & just call me dada now." I said as she nodded.

She walked past a mirror & squealed. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Us looks the same." She said looking at me then back at herself again. "Us doessss." I said with the same energy as her. "Hm, me never sees you." She said as I instantly felt like shit. "I know baby girl but I'm here now. How about this. I buy you whatever you want for your birthday?" I said as she smiled and nodded.