What happens when Hayden gets adopted by Drake? What happens when.she learns about his pass? What happens when she is identical to his last daughter that passed away.
NickiPOV I got ready for the Trinidad Carnival. I was so excited and got on stage. Aubrey looked at me and smiled. "Come on slow poke." He smiled trailing behind me. I got in the front. "Alright Daddy. I'm about to go. I'm so excited!" He gave me a hug. "You're gonna do great." He went with August who kissed my cheek before leaving. The Carnival started and I did the routine and shook a tail feather. Rihanna's song Work came on my dad gave me a smile. It was my solo. I stepped up and when she started singing I was moving my hips. Someone passed me the mic and I danced while rapping Drake's part I let little girls come dance with me and we enjoyed ourselves. I changed out of my clothes and smiled getting ready for our concert. I went over to August and he saw me and ran to me giving me a hug spinning me in the air. "I was gone for 2 hours." He nodded "and I missed you." I smiled and we looked into each other's eyes. He leaned in and and so did I and there we were kissing. Sparks and love was all you could feel. We only pulled away for air and we left the kiss with a couple of pecks after.
We were both smiling at each other. "I love you Nick." I smiled. "I love you more September." He laughed looking away an kissing me again. "One more." I rolled my eyes giving him another kiss. "Another one" I laughed and smiled name gave him a kiss. "Another one." I laughed. "August." He sighed. "OK last one I promise." I laughed and we kissed leaving it with me pecks. He rested his head on mine smiling. We parted ways and I got onstage
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We had finished performing and my dad sat in a chair. "Nicki come here." He spoke into the mic. "Sit in my lap." I laughed and did what he said. "He sat planting kisses all over my face and cradling me. "You are still my little girl." Everyone Awwed. I rolled my eyes and got up. I walked to edge of the stage and sat there. "I have a song I wrote. Do you guys wanna hear it?" They all cheered. I started singing my song Grand Piano. Everyone was silent and waved their flashlights from their phones in the air. When I finished I got off of the stage into the audience. Everyone parted to let me walk through. "I'm love you guys." I walked through and was hugging and getting kisses and things like that. I started to sing One Dance and I put the microphone to a guy and he started to sing it. "Aye that's what I'm talking bout!" I kept going through the crowd.
Aubrey POV I smiled and loved the way she interacted with others. When was amazing with kids she is gonna be an amazing mother. August was down there with her girl asked for them to kiss. August picked her up and she wrapped he regs around his torso and caressed his face. I could see their love. I want to be there for her and be the father I never had. They kissed and the crowd went wild.
Later we went to an interview and they were asking all of us questions and they finally got to Nicki. She was tapping her finger on the table rapidly and I kissed her forehead and she stopped. The first question for her was. "What is it like having Aubrey as a dad? Doesn't he have a lot of women and strippers on the bus? Wouldn't that make him unfit as a father?" I saw Nicki's fist ball up and August held her hand.
August POV She the interviewer asked that question, I knew that Nicki was like a time bomb. I looked at her and held her hand. She looked st me and gave me a kiss. She liked at the reporter. "To answer your question, Aubrey being my dad is amazing." She pointed at him. "You see Drake." She pointed st herself. "But I see Aubrey." Aubrey smiled at her. She kept a serious face at the reporter. "No he doesn't smoke or even drink. He always asks my opinion before he does something that is questionable. He is there for me even for the smallest things." She held his hand. "Drake is unfit to be a father, but Aubrey is not. And I love my.dad no matter what." The reporter asked another question and I was getting a bit heated cause he was messing wit my girl. "He isn't your real father so how can you love him like one? How is your relationship with August? And about your brother, was he a drug dealer, and addict, or beaten in your family?" I saw a flame light in her eyes and Aubrey saw it too. "Um no more questions." Aubrey tried to get up. "No. I'll answer it." Nici looked at the reporter and glared deep into his soul. "To answer your questions, I can love Aubrey like that because he is the only father I've had, will have, and want to have. If you mess with him I mess you up. That's the kind of relationship it is. My relationship with August us amazing. He's a wonderful boyfriend and cares about me. Now your last question." Nicki took a deep breath and slowly got down from the stand and walked over to him. All you could hear was her heels. She picked him up by his collar. Her face was emotionless. "My brother, was a good boy, he didn't do anything to anyone. What happened to him is not your buisness. He took care of me." She raised her fist about to hit him. "I wanna hit you so bad, but I won't. Not for you but for him. If you ever say a thing about my brother I won't hesitate to make your life a living hell. It's not a threat. ...it's a promise." She dropped him to the ground and walked off like a badass. I didn't think it was possible but fell even harder in love with her.
Nicki POV I was beyond mad and I got into the tour bus and got into boxers and a tank top. I sat there looking through pictures of me and my brother. August came in and laid next to me. I was holding back tears. "August what did you do when Mel died?" I could tell he knew what I was talking about. "Well I cried to someone well my mom it made me feel better." I choked on my tears. "Baby, can I cry to you?" August nodded and I laid my head on his chest. "Of course always....just spill it all." I cried into his chest all night.
