*Hayden's POV*
"Come on bubbie!" I say as I unlock the door to my studio. I grab a few huge cans of paint, using a key to open them and tossing the lids on the floor.
"Mommy what are we doing?" Blake asks. He knows I'm never this careless throwing things everywhere.
"We, are going to have some fun bub." I grab some brushes and hand him one. I dip mine into the viscous paint and fling it onto the canvas. I look back at Blake and give him a nod to join me. It's cute seeing him try so hard.
The brush isn't cutting it... I attempt to scoop out some paint with my bare hands and throw it. I scream as I do, hoping to find some release.
I'm not mad that she didn't come back that night.
I'm not mad that she left me on read.
I'm not mad the it's been three days of radio silence.
We're taking things slow.
I'm not overthinking this.
After every blank spot on the canvas is covered I sit down on the drop cloth and bubbie crawls into my lap. "Did you have fun?"
He holds up his paint covered hands, "Yes! You let me make a big mess!"
I let out a laugh, "Yeah we made a pretty big mess didn't we bub." I boop his nose leaving a paint spot. He lightly smacks his hands onto my cheeks and I gasp pretending to be mad. "Oh you're on bubs." I say as I grab a brush and paint the side of his face.
This goes on for a few minutes until a flash interrupts us. "You two are cute." I hear Trey say behind me. "Cute shit would sell like hot cakes."
"I'm not interested in exploiting my son Trey..." I tell him as I clean up the mess around me.
"Whatever you say Hayden... hey little man." He says ruffling Blake's hair. I look over and see the uncomfortableness in his eyes. Wrong move dude.
"Don't touch my son Trey." I speak up in a firm tone.
"Oh come on, little man and I are cool. Right dude?" He says nudging Blake and he cowers from the contact.
I grab Trey by his shirt and shove him against the wall. "I said don't touch my son. Do you have a problem with following instructions Trey?" I grit through clenched teeth.
"No. No I can follow instructions. I'm sorry." He stammers out.
My grip loosens, "Good then you'll understand these next instructions very clearly. Leave, and don't come back. You're no longer my publicist."
"Hayden... you can't fire me. You're my number one client."
"Yeah, but you're not my number one. My son is. You disrespected me by disrespecting him. We're done, please see yourself out." I say as I pick Blake up and comfort him. Trey leaves without another word.
"Hey bub? Why were you afraid of Trey?" I ask him.
"He's not you, grammy, Ronin's mommy, or Bee."
I think for a moment. What do we have in common? What makes Trey different?
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*Billie's POV*
Maybe I messed up. No, I definitely messed up. I should have showed up, I told her I'd be there for her and Blake. I'm already letting her down. Suck it up Billie and reach out to her.
B
-hey. sorry I didn't make it back over the other day, some tour stuff came up that I had to deal with-
Hayden
-it was 2 am Billie...-
-nvm it's fine, I'm not mad... just thought we were finally on the same page-
B
-it's not ok. I wanna make it up to you, can we meet for dinner?-
Hayden
-sounds an awful lot like a date...-
B
-that's the point. Bistro, 7:00. Bring Blake.-
Now I've gotta pull my shit together and make things right. First stop, the florist. Because a bitch knows Hayden loves violets.
a/n: this ch boutta be short too. I'm sorryyyy. I've had an insane day today. I will try and update again tonight. No promises tho.
Anybody have any scar stories?
Love you bubs!!!!! 💕
