Sins of the father

Carry On

Shawn POV

I knew that I had not matured when I watched Beyoncé snatched my daughter away from me after introducing me as a stranger and only focused on how good her hips looked switching away as she disappeared into the crowd of children.

When I was finally able to tear my eyes away from her ass, I dropped what I had in my hand and began to push the crowd ignoring kids screaming my name and trying to shake my hand so that I could catch up with her .

Anger coursed through my veins with every pump of my heart and if my eyes weren't already covered with black shades you'd be able to see the fire in my eyes.

I've been with my child for a few mere hours out of the 4 years she's been on this planet and her mother was snatching her away from already? How was that fair ?

Clearly , I underestimated How fast a woman scorned could travel in heels.

With a pair white six inch heels strapped to her ankle, Beyoncé raced down the steps of the building like she was on a mission while Blue held on securely to her neck talking about her day.

Then there was me

Clumsy and bumping into peoples shoulders earning a bunch of glares , mumbling "My Bad" every few steps

Did I have the right to chase down a woman I haven't seen Since I abandoned her almost five years ago ? Absolutely not , but seeing my child's face was enough motivation to keep pushing me to take a risk and try to speak to her mother wether it ended well or not .

Looking at her face again as she turned around , I swear I saw just a pinch of me and a whole glass of Beyoncé

She was perfect