Intense: Kourtney Kardashian

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"Babe! We are gonna be late. They're all already there, including Kim!" Y/N yelled. Her hands tapping her thighs impatiently as she waited for Kourtney to finish up her make up. Kourtney walked down the stairs and made her way to the door.

"We're only gonna be a few minutes late. It's fine." Kourtney told Y/N. "You know I don't like being late." Y/N mumbled as she climbed into the car after helping Kourtney into the passenger seat. "I know but it's just my family. They know how I am." Kourtney said as she looked down at her phone. Y/N kept quiet and focused on driving to the restaurant. She was not feeling it, especially after Kourtney getting mad about the babysitter quitting because of her daughter.

They pulled into the restaurant parking lot and Y/N climbed out, helping Kourtney out, and covering her as pap pushed towards them. Y/N let Kourtney talk and followed behind her before taking a seat across from Kourtney, smiling when Kourtney put her phone down and smiled at her.

"Hey Scott" Kim said. "Hey guys." He said before he took a seat next to Kourtney. "You guys, I don't have a nanny anymore." Kourtney spoke first. "What?" Kim and Kris said. "She said P was really upset. She was putting her in the car and Penelope scratched her face, but P can be out of control. I think she almost like blacks out and does these wild things." Kourtney tried justifying her daughter.

"If a kid scratches you, can you pop the kid and it's cool?" Y/N asked as she leaned back and listened to Kourtney talk. "No but you can also say something to her in the moment." Kourtney said. Y/N closed her mouth and thought about the times her mom smacked the shit out of her for just walking into the house without taking my shoes off.(True shit. It happened to me quite a few times)

"I think you need to reach out to her and say, 'I'm so sorry.'" Kim spoke. "I think this is so much more serious than I think you realize because I had six kids, and not one time in my entire life has anyone had a complaint like this." Kris spoke. "I used to fucking slap my nannies." Kourtney said as she demonstrated with her hand what she did. "But we have to take care of this before this gets too far out of control." Kris said.

"There's nothing I can take away from her physically that she will care about. Mason, I could take away, whateve,r he cares, but Penelope doesn't care. Every kid is different. "I'm sorry but if P scratched me for no reason, I'm whooping her ass, and I'd explain it to y'all later." Y/N finally spoke. "What?" Scott said as he turned his head to look at Y/N with a tired but angry face. "I would've whooped her ass if she scratch-" Y/N was cut off. "You would whoop Penelope's ass if she scratched you?" Scott asked again. "I would give her a spanking for sure." Y/N said as she sat up and looked into Scott's eyes. "You would whoop my daughter?" Scott's accent standing out more.

"Hell yes if she scratched me in my face." Y/N said. "You would whoop my daughters ass if she touched you?" Scott repeated. "No. If she scratched me." Y/N demonstrated so Scott could fully understand what she was saying. "You would whoop my daughters ass?" Scott got louder, his body now tense and leaned forward. "Why not?" Y/N asked. "A little six year old girl?" Scott asked. "That's the problem" Y/N said as she leaned forward just like Scott. "Stop it. Stop it. You're not gonna beat my little daughter." Scott said as his hand went up and his thumb, middle, and pointer now pressed together. "Not beat." Y/N said. "Get the fuck out of here." Scott said.

"I don't think she means like beat her." Kim said, defending her friend. "Yes she does." Kourtney and Scott said. "So you're now siding with him? You know I'd never hurt Penelope, or any of the kids. I'm just saying that if I was scratched in the face for no reason, I would spank her, not beat her." Y/N explained before leaning back. "You're not gonna beat my daughter." Scott yelled as he stood up. "I said whip! Now sit down before you start something you can't finish." Y/N said as she stood up as well.

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