A/n: how long has it been y'all?...
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Y/n's POV
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I look over at Blue who was sitting beside me at the dinning room table, eating her yogurt. Although, all of it seemed to be missing her mouth as it smeared all over her chin and cheeks. "Damn, Blue. Slow down." I joked.
I was about to clean her face with a napkin, but my ma beat me to it. "Aren't you just the prettiest girl in the word?" She cooed to her.
Blue laughed, repeatedly calling her 'nana' as she could not yet pronounce grandma right.
I laughed. "She get it from me."
My mom was quick to toot her nose up at me. "I believe she gets it from her beautiful mommy." I smacked my lips.
Sometimes I hated how close they were, because my moms was so quick to kiss Bey's ass. "Yeah, aight." I said, slightly slouching in my seat.
"Speaking of Beyoncé, have you spoke to her?" She asked me, lifting up Blue to sit with her in her lap.
I let out a breath, nodding my head 'yes'. "I wish shorty ain't have to stress me out like she do." I laughed a little.
"You know she called me a few days ago, tripping out because I wasn't answering the phone."
"Ok, but why weren't you answering the phone? You have her child, be more considerate." My mom shrugged as if that was the obvious.
"I have our child, ma." I said dryly.
"But, nah. She came at me heavy, accusing me of being with somebody and leaving Blue alone with you. Whole time Blue had my shit and was just declining her calls." I wanted to laugh, but the way she came at me actually pissed me off.
"She probably was on this trip with a nigga I don't even know, yet she wildin' out on me because I missed a few phone calls."
My moms rolled her eyes, groaning. "You children, I'll be glad when you two get y'all's shit together."
I laughed, shaking my head. "It's all her. I just be chilling."
By her face, I could tell she was about to call me out on my shit. "It is not all her. She plays a part, but you provoke her."
"That girl has been nothing but good to you, Y/n. The way she acts towards you now is solely your own fault."
"Aight, ma." I smacked my lips not tryna hear all of that, but she kept going. "Don't forget that you cheated on her during her pregnancy, then got arrested and left her with a newborn."
"Aight, aight. Chill, ma." I grabbed Blue from her, and she laid comfortably against my chest.
"What? You don't like hearing the truth?"
"That's what you did to her, Y/n." She smacked the back of my head as she got up to grab something from the kitchen.
"I know." I mumbled, rocking Blue back and forth once I realized that she was getting tired. "But still, though."
"How many times a nigga gotta say sorry?"
My mama just huffed, not saying another word as she stood up and moved towards the kitchen.
"You ain't hear..." I was cut off before i could even finish.
"How ever many times it takes, Y/n." Her tone was one of aggravation. "That's your answer. Now, shut up."
I brushed a hand down my face, exhaling before shifting in my seat.
"Mama." I heard a mumbling whine almost begging me to stop moving.
