Chapter 1

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*DREAM*

_In A Limo _

-Speaks to Driver "Sir where Am I ?"
Driver - laughs . "Ma'am your home ."
-"Home ?"
Driver|"Yes Ms.Brown did you have too much to drink at your husband's release party ?"
-"Party ? .... husband ?" (Thought to myself)....(getting out the car)...Ok thanks..Whats your name ?
Driver|hesitantly..."Omar . " .."I think you need some sleep "
-"I think so too"
_Walks Up To House In Media_

(Opens door)

°Roses Are Leading A Trail °
Wtf going on . The trail finally stopped in front of a bedroom door . I opened it and walked over to the bed . It was big asf ! On the bed layed a note

Come To The Bathroom
'Your One And Only

I took the note and looked around the room . Im guessing to the left is the bathroom . Hold up Ian going down like a white bihh in the movies So I grabed the first thing I seen for protection . A guitar . The closer and closer I got to the bathroom Sweet Love played By Chris Brown . (Opened the door ) and there he stood with flowers and sexy lingerie in his hand .....
Chris Brown ?

Chris|Yes Baby
Me - Baby ? (Mouth wide open)
: C| =Chris Brown :
C|Yes...(Looks confused)
Me -You know me
C|I mean we have been together for a while ...And today's our one year anniversary
Me- ...(mouth still open ) Of what ?
C|(looks even more confused).. sarcastically..Of What ?..straight face .. Our marriage
Me - (Blank face)
C|...breaks silence.. Listen I ley the boys off early so that we can have the house to ourselves
Me - (Still Blank Face )
C|(Takes the card ,lingerie,and flowers and put them on the counter ).. Lets Make Sweet Love
Me -(looks into his eyes blinking slowly)
C|(Leans in to kiss me )
Me - (Closses eyes )
Shay ! Shayla ! Shayla Lanae Thomas !
Me -(sleep talks ) Baby my mom lives with us ?
Mom- Baby? Last time I checked I was the mom not the other way around and Hell Yeah I stay here this my mfn house getcho ass up before I punch you so hard you swallow yo teeth girl !
Me - Oh shit it was a dream
Mom-Watchu Say Girl
Me -(Fast) Nothing

*END OF DREAM*



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