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Chapter thirty-two - SOLO VS. JUSTIN (pt 2)
Hours later (December 29, 2012) - 4:34pm
Beyoncé had been out half the day with Solange and Daniel shopping. Justin made it home hours earlier and decided to whip up a nice dinner to show his remorse for what happened the previous night. He knew he would have to suck up to Solange as well so he was prepared for that.
"But seriously, Trace..." He quickly wandered the kitchen while talking on the phone with his best friend. "You're gonna have to go and see what's going on. I would go but I gotta take care of something here. He was telling me that he wanted my opinion on some...design for the new eyewear. I didn't see it yet." He could hear voices coming from somewhere in the house. "Yeah. Dude, I gotta go. Yeah. Just check it out, man." He spoke in frustration. "I gotta go. Yeah." He ended the call, sitting the phone on the counter.
Solange slowly came to a halt in the hall when she noticed a few candles lit. She had a handful of shopping bags from designer stores as well as groceries. "Bee?" Beyoncé followed behind with Daniel. "Ha. He got some nerve. I can't believe he's back."
"Solo, just keep quiet for once." She spoke on her way pass her.
"Justinnnn!!!!!" Daniel ran in the kitchen with his arms out.
"Danny!!" He lifted the little boy, twirling him around.
"Justin, where did you go? I was looking everywhere for you!"
"I...had to step out for a few." He answered, helping him to his feet. "Where were you? I came and didn't see you." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Justin, look!" He held his arm out. "I got a watch! It's MICKEY and Donald Duck." He pointed. "Oh and this is Goofy and Tigger and...Pooh. Winnie the Pooh."
"Wow. That's so cool. Did your mommy get that for you?" He nodded yes.
"Auntie got me this." He removed the baseball cap from his head. "I wanna be a baseball player."
"You do?" He knelt down in front of him, eye to eye. "But I thought you wanted to be a surfer." He scrunched his nose up. "Ahaha. You changed your mind already?"
"Daniel?" Solange entered the kitchen with the bags, sitting them on the counter. "What did I tell you to do when we got here?"
"Take a bath." He spoke with a pout. "I gotta go take a bath, Justin. Can we play God of War when I'm done? Pleasseeeeee!!!"
"Uhhh we'll see, okay? Why don't you go take a bath first. I'll see you when you're done."
"Okay." He turned, running out of the kitchen. His eyes slowly landed on Solange who was standing a few feet away from him with her hands on her hips and her gaze on him. He knew she had something smart to say but he was going to try to ignore her this time.
