Being a Daddy II. {FIN}

I.

Beyoncé, a year and a half later.

"P, come here baby!" I yelled as she ran out of my room. "There's my princess!"

"Ma ma ma ma," she babbled. This girl will talk for hours.

"We have to go, baby." I scooped her up in my arms, grabbed my keys and purse, and left.

As soon as I was buckling her in I got a call. "Ughhh!" I groaned. "What's up, Tyran?"

"You a little late, girl."

"I know, sorry."

"It's cool, I have to go though. You're going to have to drop P off to Jay."

I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. "That's fine."

"Don't be mad at me, it's not my fault."

"I'm not mad. I have to go, I'm driving." I rushed.

"Aight, see you."

I hung up and started dialing Shawn's number. It rang and rang until it went to voicemail. I groaned and called him again. And again. And again. No answer.

It's 9:00 in the morning, he has to be up by now. I went to his house anyway. He just moved.

I carried Peyton to the door and knocked. After a few minutes I knocked again. "This bitch." I mumbled under my breath.

"Da da." P said pointing at the door.

"No he's acting out again, you can see him later."

Kelly and I both have to work, Solonge is in school, mama is at work, and her stupid father is no where to be found.

"Looks like you're coming to work with me." I smiled as I buckled her in.

We drove to my office and as soon as we went in she ran to Kelly.