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Nathalie Gisselle- Main Chick
BRYSON POV
I walked into the studio where KD was playing around with the sound on the new hit we were making.
I sat down saying," Damn, That's boomin'."
" I been tryna get it to where it sound right but it just don't feel right yet." he replied. Quincy came in looking mad as hell. then soon after his girl Nathalie, came in crying cupping her cheek. Damn. Quincy always be hittin on her n' shit and she ain't even do nothin'.
" Qu-Qui-Quincy! I'm so-" She tried saying but she got interrupted by another hit he gave her.
" Shut the fuck up bitch. ian wanna hear yo god damn excuses. You always pissin me off." he yelled at her.
She walked out crying and holding her cheek. Quincy followed and I knew he was about to hit her again, but shit.. that ain't my business.
About ten minutes later Marlena came in the studio with our daughter, Harley.
"Daddy!!!" Harley smiled as she ran to me.
" Hey babygirl." I replied picking her up and setting her on my lap.
" She's with you for the week. You good with that?" Marlena asked.
"Hell yea. Shit what made you let me have her for a week? You never let me have her that long." I said as Harley played with my fingers.
"Daddy got huge hans." She said giggling.
I smiled.
" Nothing. I just felt she needed some more time with you. But anyways, I got to go. I love you harls. Give mommy a kiss." Marlena said leaning down as Harley kissed her cheek.
" I wuv you mommy." She said.
Marlena waved and left.
" So whats my lil Munchkin been up to?" I asked Harley.
" Nofin. Me and mommy went to the park yesterday and I saw duh cutest doggy." She smiled.
Her smile always seemed to brighten my day everytime I saw her. I mean why wouldn't she? She's my Daughter.
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NATHALIE POV
I went into the bathroom after Quincy hit me for the fifth time today. My face ached so bad from his fist.
I pulled my concealer out of my pocket and nearly dropped it when I heard the bathroom door open. I expected Quincy but instead it was Bryson carrying his daughter.
" Oh my bad She needed to use the bathroom." he said.
"Oh yea you aren't bothering me go Ahead." I said.
He took her to the stall and let her do her business and then helped her wash her hands.
As I put my concealer away he said," Aye If you need anything heres my number. If it gets to the point where you can't handle it anymore call me." He handed me a piece of paper with his number jotted down.
I lightly smiled and nodded my head.
He smiled back and head walked out after drying Harleys' hands.
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So what do yall think? is it a keeper? Should I continue the story? Let me know.
