The Browns' Residence.

The First Day.

Melanie's POV

Starting the first day of work shouldn't be hard. After all how hard is it to watch over a toddler? They sleep, eat, play and repeat. I've done it a million times before, but not on this level of clientale. My agency, located in the heart of Los Angeles, called me for a gig. Apparently I was hand selected by a Chris Brown, never in a million years would I believe it was Chris Brown. My heart was racing when I got the job, I practically jumped at the offer. I mean have you not seen him... but most importantly, his beautiful daughter, his twin, Royalty. Of course I kept up with the tabloids and followed the drama, I have nothing else to do. Sitting in my bed, with these thoughts racing through my head, I was interrupted when Darrin pushed my arm.

Darrin: baby.. baby, yo you good?

Melanie: yea boy, why?

Darrin: nothing damn, just get up and get ready for work.

Chris' POV

Leaving Royalty at home wasnt going to be easy. Im not used to it. Thats my babygirl, ever since I found out she was mine, I left everything, every girl, every situation alone and tended to every one of my babygirl's needs. But, I had to get back to doing what I loved, which was the music. Singing, acting and dancing too. Alot of my fans miss me and I cannot let them down. I love them too much. Watching Roro play in her room early in the morning is one of my god gifted presents. She's so precious and carefree, I love the energy she posseses at such a young age. Knowing I was going to be gone, I contacted the top agency of child care specialists. I picked some random Melanie chick, she seemed plain looking, not the money hungry type. Thought nothing of it until now, speaking of which, her ass gotta hurry, I gotta go. Just as my mind stared to rag the poor chick already, the bell rings, I pick up Ro and head out.

Chris: *answers door* yo, wassup. She has everything she will ever need in the house. I'm trusting you with my babygirl and I expect nothing but the best for her, and if it's not met, it's your ass.

Melanie: okay, Mr. Brown. I will not let you down.

Chris: Aight, Uh...

Melanie: Melanie.