Escape

11

Marshall's POV

Kamikaze finally dropped a few days ago and all the feedback was mostly positive. Now we had another problem at our hands, a stupid mumble rapper that goes by Machine Gun Kelly just released a diss track against me called Rap Devil.

I hate that motherfucker, he was perving on Hailie back in 2012. He tweeted how hot she was, fucking perv, he was like 22 and Hailie was only 15 or 16. The diss wasn't even that good. He complimented me and then dissed me, made no sense to me whatsoever.

He also had the fucking balls to mention Hailie again, along with Kim and about me being too pussy to hit on Rihanna. Fuck, that was really weird cause Rih is like one of my closest friends and also one of Bey's best friends.

I think Beyoncé was more pissed at him than I was. It was actually pretty funny and hot at the same time. I decided to diss him back, so bad that it would ruin his career.

So I'm currently in the studio working on the diss, imma call it KILLSHOT. I was writing the lyrics when I felt a tug on my leg, it was Sir. I had volunteered to take all three kids to the studio with me so that Bey could get some free time. It's the least I could do after all that happened.

"What's up buddy?" I ask, picking him up.

He just giggled. Kids are weird.

I lead him back to where Rumi was playing with her toys, so that he could play with her too. Wait...someone is missing. Blue!!

I start searching for her, rapidly. Bey will kill me if I come back home with only 2 out of 3 kids. I decide to ask 50, who is also here recording some music too. I take a twin in each arm and go into the room 50 is in.

I open the door to see 50 writing and Blue giggling because 50's son, Sire, just kissed her on the cheek. Hell no, I know that kid did not just kiss Blue on her cheek. Calm down Marshall, he's just a kid. Deep breaths.

"Hey Em" 50 says, noticing my presence.

"Hey man. What's going on? How'd Blue get here?"

"Oh, she's been here about 10 minutes now. She ran into Sire by the bathroom. They hit it off and came back here."

"She scared me to death, Bey would've never let me live it down if she found out I had lost Blue."

"Yea, sorry. I was gonna let you know, but I got caught up in writing."

"It's cool. Imma order Chinese food, you want something?"

"Sure, I could use a break. Get me orange chicken and some egg rolls."

I nod and go order the food.

*time skip*

When the food arrives me, 50, and all the kids eat in the break room. We sit at a table in the corner, I set the twins, that were in their car seats, down on two seats. Blue goes to next to them, there is one chair left, I go to sit in it, but before I can, Sire takes the seat. I swear I might strangle this kid, I don't care if he's only 6.

"Hey guys" Is what I hear, but I'm too busy looking at Blue and Sire.

Beyoncé's POV

I'm currently home right now, doing nothing. Marshall and the kids are at the studio, leaving me here in this big, empty house, all by myself. I think I'll go visit them at the studio, in order to stop my misery.

I get in my car and start driving.

*time skip*

When I arrive, I walk past the front desk without even bothering to tell them who I am and what I'm doing here. They should know who I am by now.

I go into the room Marshall is usually in, but he's not there. Maybe, he's in the break room?

I walk my way to the break room, to see Marshall, Curtis, the kids, and Curtis' son...? The kids and Curtis are eating, but Marshall is too busy glaring at Curtis' son, who is sitting right next to Blue.

Why would he be gl— oh, I get it. Marshall is just being overprotective or jealous.

"Hey guys" I greet.

They all turn their heads, towards me, except for my lovely boyfriend.

"Mommy! I missed you" Blue says running over to me and hugging me.

"I missed you too!"

"Hey baby" I say, going to hug Marshall from behind.

He doesn't even react to my hug, he's still glaring. Oh boy!

I grab Marshall by the arm, and drag him out into the hallway.

"What's your problem?" I ask agitated.

"My problem? Blue is in there, with a boy! How can you be so calm about this?"

"Because, Marshall, they're just kids. It's not like they're going to marry each other."

"Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe I'm overreacting. I just don't want her to get hurt."

"Marshall, he's 6. What's he gonna do? Break her crayons?"

"You don't know what that boy is capable of."

"Just take it easy. Let her have some fun."

"Okay."

We go back to the break room, we eat and talk.

After we're done, I speak up, "Marshall I'm going to take the kids so that you'll be focused, and because I'm lonely at the house."

He nods.

"Momma, can I please stay here and play with Sire some more? Please?"

Marshall gives a look and clenches his jaw. I give him a look, telling him to stop it.

"I don't know Blue. Ask Marshall."

"Please daddy. Can I stay?"

"Sure princess, I guess you can stay."

I grab the twins and leave after saying 'goodbye' to everyone. Hopefully Marshall behaves. I swear he can act like a little kid sometimes.