*A Month Later*
Beyoncé's POV
"Your team sucks!" I said.
"No they don't! You just mad the Rockets losing." He said.
"So." I said.
"No, your team is just losing." He said. "You need to live with that."
Shawn and I were watching the game and the kids were somewhere.
"It's too quiet, I need to see what these kids are doing." I said.
"You just need an excuse to not see your team lose." He said laughing.
I got off the couch to go upstairs. These kids were too quiet plus the Rockets are just having an off night. I went to Amir's room but they weren't there. I walked around-
"See it's right there." I heard.
I walked closer to my room and I heard Amir talking.
"I know the code and everything. I pulled it out once and it was silver." He said.
I walked closer to my closet.
"You ever fire it?" Cori asked.
I saw them both in my closet looking up to where I keep my gun locked.
"Have you Amir?" I asked.
They both jumped and looked scared.
"Mommy." Amir said scared.
"What are y'all doing in my closet?" I asked.
"Uh..."
"Cori go downstairs with your father." I said.
She walked past me quick as hell. She better be lucky I can't beat her ass.
"Amir, why are you in here?" I asked.
"I was just, I was just-"
"You was just what? I know you haven't touched the box I told you not to touch." I said.
"I'm sorry mommy." He said.
"Come here." I said.
"Mommy, I'm sorry." He said crying.
"If you don't bring your ass over here." I said.