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daddy daycare | brandon ingram

daddy daycare

dedicated to: eclecticmonae
non-explicit ☻

"Normani, please come to daddy!" Brandon pleaded to his two year old daughter, Normani  who was sitting across the room from her father, giggling up a storm. Brandon let out a soft sigh as he watched his daughter stare innocently at him, shoving her fingers in her mouth while bobbing her head left and right.

Monae, Brandon's fiancé of two months, had left to go to a graduation party for her best friend and had left Brandon in charge of their daughter for a couple hours. So far, one had passed, and Brandon was already stressing out; he never knew how much of an effort it was to take care of a child, and took Monae's hard work for granted.

Brandon took his iPhone off the counter that separated him from his two year old daughter, unlocking his phone. Instantly going to the 'Contacts' icon, Brandon dialed Jordan's number, putting him on speaker.

"Yellow?"

"What kind of greeting was that?" Brandon asked with a stank face, as though Jordan could see it through the phone. "I was trying to be caucasian for a day," Jordan stated proudly, causing Brandon to roll his eyes slowly. "You're around Kendall too much."

"Don't start this shit In—"

"Watch the language!" Brandon shouted, looking at his daughter to see her eyes more wide than usual. Normani crawled her way over to Brandon slowly and reached her hands out towards his phone once she got to the left side of him. "See, now you done got this girl reachin' for the phone," Brandon retorted, causing Jordan to frown on the other land. "My bad, B.I. I didn't know Normani was by you."

"Yeah, rookie mistake," Brandon said, making himself chuckle slightly as Jordan took his turn to roll his eyes at the new edition to the Laker family. "Yeah, yeah, what's up though? How's Uncle Jo's baby doin'?"

"She's being a pain in the butt, Jordan," Brandon sighed as he rubbed his forehead, hearing whining coming from his side. He looked down to see Normani's eyes glistened with tears, her bottom lip trembling slightly. "Oh, no no no, princess, don't cry," Brandon spoke softly, "Daddy didn't mean it."

"Look at what you're doing to my baby girl. You know what? D'Angelo and I are on our way over," Jordan said, taking his phone away from his ear and yelling to D'Angelo who was sitting on his couch in his condo, "D'Lo, we're babysitting tonight."

D'Angelo instantly stood up and smiled big, "I finally get to see my baby! It's been ages!" Jordan raised an eyebrow at D'Angelo, "You're acting like you're her grandfather." "Don't give a da—"

"Watch the language!" Brandon and Jordan shouted in unison causing D'Angelo to jump from the sudden outburst. "Okay, okay, my bad, da—" D'Angelo started, only for Jordan to sock him in the chest. "Ah! Alright, I get it!" D'Angelo yelled, walking towards Jordan's front door since he was already ready to go. "Alright, B.I., we'll be there in ten," Jordan said. "Alright, thanks guys."

"No problem," Jordan said before hanging up the phone, Brandon doing the same and locking his phone, putting it back on the counter. Normani still had some tears in her eyes, but they quickly dissolved once Brandon looked into the hazel-colored orbs she had obtained from him.