Really?! III

Until The End Of Time

 2007, New York

Beyoncé’s POV

I walked through the hallways of my home in New York to my child's room. I opened the door and there she was laid out. I don't know how she became this wild of a sleeper. She was slanted on the bed, foot hanging off and laying on her stomach.

"Chanel baby, wake up." I said rubbing her back.

"I don't want to." She whined.

"Come on, you can sleep in the car. Come on." I said.

She turned over on her back and then opened her eyes. She finally got up.

"Do I have to go to the studio with you?" She asked.

"Well since your dads not here yes but I'm sure you'll like the studio today." I said going to her closet.

"What are you recording?" She asked following me.

"I'm adding my vocals to Justin's song." I said.

Her face lit up. She loves Justin Timberlake.

"The slow one you were singing yesterday?" She asked.

"Yep." I said finding a t-shirt, a hoody and some jeans for her.

"Okay, I'll get ready now."

"You would've got ready regardless." I said. "And do not get your hair wet."

"I won't." She said going in her bathroom.

I put her clothes on her bed and then I went to get ready. I finished getting ready and was putting on my shoes.

"Mommy."

I sat up. Her hair is wet, I know it. I really tried giving her the benefit of the doubt. I sighed and got up and walked to her room. She was still in her towel.

"Why didn't you wear a shower cap? I asked.

"I forgot and I dropped my soap." She said.

"I just told you, you know what? Get dressed." I said and left out.

I went back my room and then the bathroom. I plugged up my hair dryer. I sent a text to my engineer. I told him I'd be a little late. She finally was dressed and walked in slow.

"Why are you moving slow? We're late." I said.

She sped up and sat down. I had to comb her hair and blow-dry it. 

"Stop moving Chanel."