Remember || Chris Brown & Beyoncé

Chapter Two

     Chris

"Wait, So she don't remember you?", Trey asked me. I took Christian's bottle out the bottle warmer and shook it up again.

"Nah man. I went up in there and the moment her eyes laid on me, it was like she was looking at a stranger. That's what I am to her, a fucking stranger." I sat in the recliner and started feeding Christian.

"That's fucked up. And you can't tell her shit about anything y'all got going on?"

I shook my head, still not believing it myself. "The Doctor says she need to remember on her own. But the shit pisses me off, I don't know how long that stuff will last and what about my son? If she don't get her memory back then he ain't got a Mom. Me and him both shit outta luck."

This whole situation was fucked up. I hope her memory comes back fast. Christian is about to be two months old in a few weeks, Beyoncé missing it all.

"Look man, all you can do right now is continue being the best father you can be to lil' CB.", Trey said.

"Of course. Lil man know his dad got him."

Every time I looked at Christian I felt this tingle in my chest. I loved him with every fiber of my being. I never imagined myself being a father and I was scared when Bey told me she was pregnant but I put that fear aside and told her I would be there for her and my child and that's exactly what I've been doing.

Beyoncé got shot the night she came from the hospital with Christian.

I was at the studio recording a song with Tyga . I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost time for me to go get her from the hospital.

"I gotta go. Bey coming home with my boy today.", I said smiling hella hard.

"Oh damn I forgot you a pop now. Aye, congratulations man. Welcome to fatherhood.", he dapped me.

"Thanks. Yo, Ima hit you up tomorrow aight?" I left and hopped in my car, then got a call from Bey.

"Hey baby, I'm on my way to get you now.", I said when I answered.

"I'm home already. I had my Mom come get me cause I knew you were busy, I didn't wanna disturb you.", she said.

"I'm never too busy for you babe. You and my lil man settled in yet?"

"Yes. He's sleeping right now and I'm just happy to be home after all that time in that damn hospital."

I laughed. "Beyoncé, you were there for three days."

"Three days too many. You on your way home right?", she asked.

"Yeah baby. I'm like 30 minutes away."

"Hurry up. I'm in this big ass bed by myself."

"Aight."

I hung up and put my phone back in my pocket. About ten minutes later three cop cars put on their sirens and raced pass me. I feel like they only did that shit to get out of traffic. Then an Ambulance came behind minutes after that. When I got to my house I seen the same cop cars and the ambulance there out front. I parked and hurriedly hopped out the car running up to the front lawn.

"Sir, You cant come in here. This is a crime scene.", one of the officers said. I scrunched up my eyebrows in confusion.

"Crime scene? This my house man.", I said still trying to get in.