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Megan Pete
After Bey finished talking to Trent last night, she came to me and explained everything that I wanted to know. Because I was playing and bonding with Honour while we had the conversation, I kept my cool and didn't argue or cuss her out. But once Honour fell asleep in my arms after about an hour after Bey and I had our conversation and she started focusing back on the first lesson plan she had prepared, I put Honour to sleep in her room and went off on Beyoncé.
I'm so sick and tired of her running back to her baby daddy. I really see firsthand and understand why people say, don't mess with anyone who has a child or children, because it is guaranteed that they are still fucking their baby mama's or baby daddies, no matter the situation, because it's easy access.
This is why I'm glad we're not in a relationship and why I'm so skeptical of trying again with Beyoncé. How careless and trifling can you be to have not one, but two pregnancy scares from the same lame ass nigga I stole you from? His dick isn't that good, I know it's not, or I wouldn't have been able to snatch her like I did. But that's okay, I got something for her ass. We can both go back to our exes. And because I have the freedom to do what I want, since we aren't together, I'm going to take advantage of that and be just as trifling as Beyoncé has been.
Time to reach out to one of my exes.
*
One Week Later
I looked down at my phone, reading his messages as I walked to Beyoncé's lecture hall.
🎱Pardi🐍👅
That pussy still so fucking good girl😩
Made me forget why I left yo ass
When we gonna link up again?
And just like that, got his ass stuck! I laughed to myself, thinking about how player I am. I warn people not to fuck with me, especially Beyoncé. Now she got Tina Snow coming out in full effect.
🐱Meg💦
I'll hit you when I need you. Thank you again 💋
Walking into the lecture hall, I looked around and decided to sit in the back to not draw attention to myself. I slid into the row of seats about two rows away from the entrance and chose the fifth seat on the right side of the hall. Settling into my seat quietly, I slowly took off my sunglasses and pulled my hat down further over my eyes, so no one would recognize me.
I pulled out my notebook, pen, and Macbook, prepared for this lecture. Beyoncé already went over this lesson with me the other day on FaceTime, since I've been avoiding going to her house, since Trent dropped Honour off that night. Then two days later, I made plans with Pardi and got fucked like I needed to.
"Alright class!" Beyoncé spoke, breaking me from my thoughts. "We're going to go ahead and get started. I'm going to start with attendance, just raise your hand or call out a 'here' once I say your name."
Beyoncé started calling off students names, but once she got to my name, she made sure to only say Pete, so everyone wouldn't freak out and try to see if it was really me, if she said Megan. I raised my hand while keeping my head down and once she finished attendance, she dove right into the lecture. Because I am ahead of the rest of the class, I decided to start on my discussion board post and prepare myself for other upcoming assignments.
While Beyoncé was talking, I kept feeling someone watching me. I lifted my head up from my Macbook and looked around to find a girl that was sitting directly across the aisle from me on the left hand side of the hall, smiling at me.
I frowned and slowly turned my attention back to my Macbook. That was weird...
Beyoncé ended up having one of the students turn the lights off while she went through her PowerPoint she already went over with me on FaceTime. While working on my discussion post for about ten minutes, I felt a presence near me and looked over to see the same girl who was staring at me earlier.
"Hey, I hate to bother you, but you look so familiar. Are you M—."
I cut her off and put my right index finger over my lips, motioning her to sit down next to me. She started fangirling lowly and I couldn't help but to chuckle at her.
"Shhh..." I whispered to her.
"I'm so sorry, but girl, I love your music!" She whispered excitedly.
"Thank you." I smiled at her.
"I knew you went here, but I've never seen you, so I lowkey thought everyone was just lying." She laughed. "All the people I asked, said they never see you on campus."
"Girl, you've been talking to the wrong people then." I laughed. "Recently, I haven't been on campus though, and I do usually only take online courses, but I needed some extra electives and this particular class requires me to show up physically."
"Oh, yeah." She nodded her head. "Ms. Knowles doesn't play, especially about attendance. All of her courses require hands on learning and for you to be physically present."
I frowned and eyed her. "Oh really? You've taken another one of her classes?" I asked.
"Girl, yes. Music Production I, actually."
"Hmm..." I sounded, eyeing her up and down. "I never got your name, what is it?" I asked.
"Victoria. It's really nice to meet you." She smiled brightly, holding out her hand for me to shake.
I looked at her hand and back at her face. Victoria, Victoria, Victoria. I know that name, it sounds so familiar.
I smiled at her and shook her hand softly as she focused back on the lecture at hand and started quickly writing down notes. I stared at her, feeling something very familiar about her. She actually kinda looks like me. We could be sisters or at least cousins on my daddy's side.
Eyeing her features, it clicked in my head.
She looks just like you, Megan. It's actually scary.
Victoriaaaaaa.
I choked as my mind replayed Beyoncé's moan in my head.
Victoria!
The bitch who kissed Beyoncé!
Do I act out or stay calm?
I squinted my eyes at her and seen her slightly smiling as she looked at the PowerPoint.
No, it can't be. She seems too nice, not conniving and manipulative. I don't see her innocent ass, trying to seduce Beyoncé. It has to be someone else. It gotta be. But best believe I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.
*
Beyoncé Knowles
I started to grow nervous, seeing Megan and Victoria interacting at the back of the lecture hall. I need to know what they're talking about. As soon as this class is over, I need to speak to Megan. If her and Victoria become friends, I'm going to be paranoid every minute of the day.
After I completed talking about the particular slide that I had up on the projector screen, I decided to walk over to my desk to grab my phone quickly, letting the students take time to write down the notes.
Walking back over to my podium, I texted Megan, telling her to stop by my office after class. Once I sent the text, I cleared my throat as a subtle signal to her and started lecturing again, moving on to the next slide.
I have to make sure this situation doesn't get out of hand and it stays under control. Megan cannot find out that the Victoria she's talking to is the Victoria she wanted to fight for kissing me.
Finishing out the class and letting the students know that they have an assignment due on Blackboard, I dismissed the class and let the students clear out before making my way to my office. Leaving out of the lecture hall, I seen Megan and Victoria talking in the hallway and I stared at Megan as I walked by the both of them while she held a sneaky smirk on her face, subtly eyeing me up and down.
I'm in trouble. I'm sure she knows. I can deny it and pretend I don't know anything or just tell Megan the truth and risk having her beat Victoria's ass, Victoria sue Megan, Megan messing up her career and being kicked out of school and me getting fired.
Shit. We're all done for if Megan finds out. The outcome of this is not going to end well if I tell Megan the truth. I HAVE to lie in order to save all of us and our careers.
I'm just going to deny everything.
I made my way to my office and opened the door and walked in. I closed the door behind me, not locking it, allowing Megan access for whenever she comes here.
Settling into my office, I sat down in my chair, going over the multiple scenarios of how this conversation could go and working on how I was going to lie to Megan about this if she is upfront and asks me about Victoria.
I don't know how long I was consumed with my thoughts when Megan walked into my office. Entering, she made sure to close the door behind her and lock it.
"You wanted to speak with me?" She asked as she made her way over to my desk.
"Yes." I smiled. "You left my house on a bad note and I wanted to speak with you about some things."
She nodded her head with a smile and placed the palm of her hands on my desk. "Talk."
I took a deep breath. "I know you're upset about Trent and what happened between him and I, but I promise you that all of that is in the past. He hasn't touched me in months, Megan. He was only saying that to stir up drama between us and make you upset, because he's jealous."
"I know he is." She laughed. "That still doesn't excuse the fact that whenever something happens, you immediately run and jump on your ex-husband. How do you expect us to eventually rebuild something together when you refuse to let him go, Bey?"
"Megan, I let him go when the judge granted me the divorce, truthfully. It's officially done between Trent and I and there will be no running back to him." I assured her.
"Okay, we'll see." She said in a doubtful manner as she smiled at me.
I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair. "I also wanted to discuss something else with you.." I trailed off.
"Like?" She asked, standing up straight.
"Like the way I've seen you become acquainted to people in my class. Megan, you need to be very careful, especially with you being a celebrity. You can't trust everyone, so don't give everyone access to you. Never be too friendly without having your guard up."
"Where is this coming from? Because you seen me talking to some girl during class?"
I sighed. "Look Megan, I'm just trying to look out for you. Be careful who you befriend. Not everyone is who they make themselves out to be."
She stared at me skeptically and chuckled. "Can't that ring true for everyone, including you?"
"Me?" I scoffed.
She laughed. "Don't start getting all sensitive on me. You know what I mean. Who you portray yourself to be as a Professor and in class, is slightly different from what I see. I get to see sides of you I didn't even think you had. Probably nobody in any of your classes thought you had."
"Touché." I replied. "Still, you need to be careful, Megan. Especially with students who seem innocent."
She walked around my desk and approached me. "Innocent, huh? You think the girl that was talking to me is innocent?"
I looked up at her and shook my head. "No, I wouldn't know, Megan."
"Hmm...." She hummed in a skeptical manner.
"What?" I asked her, throwing my hands up in the air. "Hmm, what?"
"Nothing." She laughed, eyeing me up and down. "Nothing at all, Professor Knowles."
I stood up from my chair and grabbed her arms. "Don't start this, Megan. You obviously have something you want to say to me, so what is it?" I asked.
"Nothing, Bey, it's nothing." She laughed.
I sighed frustratedly and prepared to sit back down in my chair before she stopped me. "Why are you acting like this, Bey?"
"Acting like what?" I said defensively. "I'm acting a certain way, because I'm asking you questions?"
"You're acting like you're paranoid." She smiled devilishly. "You're being all defensive. Why are you acting like this? You got something to tell me?"
"No." I shook my head.
"It doesn't look that way to me." She smiled. "It seems like you're hiding something."
"Babyyyy." I whined, forcing my head into her neck. "I'm not hiding anything." I started kissing on her neck to distract her from the assumptions I'm sure she has in her head about Victoria.
"You sure you have nothing to tell me?" I heard her speak lowly above me.
"Why do you keep asking me that?" I questioned before placing a tender kiss to her most sensitive spot on her neck. "Did that student say something to you?" I mumbled to her.
I swirled my tongue over her spot, feeling her body tense and her hands grab at my ass.
"No. Just the basics; her name, she said that she took one of your classes before." She gritted out.
"Hmmm...interesting, I don't think I remember her." I lied.
"Oh, you don't remember her?" She laughed. "She has a face that's unforgettable to me. Her features resemble mines." I felt her pull away from me and I knew at that moment, Megan had connected the dots and knew everything. She's just waiting on me to come clean, but she's out of her mind, if she thinks I'm going to willingly admit everything about Victoria and this situation. We're all going to be in a whirlwind of trouble if I admit the truth to Megan. It won't end well for any of us.
"And her name is Victoria...." She spoke, snapping her fingers a few times. "Doesn't that name sound familiar to you?" She asked me.
"What are you insinuating, Megan? If you have a question to ask me, then ask it and stop beating around the bush." I said sternly, having to switch my approach. Trying the innocent and subtle 'turning her on' act isn't going to get me out of this type of situation. She knows and now I must be stern in order to try to prove my innocence. I have to lie so good and act as if I'm offended to the point that I believe my own lies, so then she'll believe them too and stop questioning me.
"Is this Victoria the same Victoria who kissed you?" She asked me. "And had you moaning in your damn sleep?"
"No, Megan." I scoffed. "That would be a major coincidence, and that's just very unlikely." I lied. "Besides, there's plenty of Victoria's on campus that I've come in contact with. She's not the one."
"You know, that's what I figured. She doesn't seem like the type to try to seduce you." She smiled, nodding her head and pointing her finger at me, but I couldn't tell if she believed me or not. "I know you wouldn't allow some shit like this to happen, right? You couldn't possibly allow a student who kissed you to stay in a class that YOU know I'm enrolled in, I just know you wouldn't do that." She laughed, pushing her body up against me. "But just know." She whispered in my ear. "If I do find out that she is the Victoria that kissed you, you won't be prepared for what's going to happen next." She smiled devilishly.
Not her trying to make me rethink my lies, so I'll come clean. I don't care though, I'm not doing it. She's going to end up in jail and her career will be ruined, Victoria is going to be hurt, and I will lose my job. I can't let that happen.
After kissing my cheek, she leaned by my ear. "You haven't seen petty yet, if I find out you're lying about this, Beyoncé. I promise you, I will fuck that bitch and come home to you right after and fight you."
I took a step back from her and seen the devilish smirk still on her face. Oh, she's very serious right now. I don't want her to beat my ass.
Should I just tell her now?
But if I do, she's going to be at Victoria's head as soon as she sees her next class. By not telling her, I'm saving us all.
Stick to the lie Bey.
I smirked at her and wrapped my hands up around her neck, trying to hide my nervousness. "I know you've been waiting and wanting to put your hands on me to teach me a lesson, but you're going to have to get that thought of fighting me out of your head, because it won't happen anytime soon. Especially not with this situation, because I'm not lying and I have nothing to hide."
"Mhmmmm..." She hummed out in a suspicious manner and rolled her eyes.
I pecked her lips and rubbed the back of her neck. "You know Honour's birthday is coming up in a few days. Trent and I already started planning months ago, but I want you to come with me to finish picking up some last minute things." I said, changing the topic at hand.
Megan's whole demeanor changed and she started smiling brightly from ear to ear, hearing Honour's name. "Of course! I've never been apart of planning a child's birthday party like this and I've always wanted to be apart of the process. So what's the theme?" She asked me.
"The Little Mermaid, Black Ariel of course." I spoke.
"Of course." She clapped excitedly. "Oh my god, what else do we need to get? Should we go to Party City? Target? Or both?" She rambled on.
"Relax, Meg, I got everything figured out. We just need some cheap napkins, cups, plates and utensils for people to use that matches one of the main colors in the theme. We can probably find something at Walmart or even Dollar Tree."
"Uhm, no. My child will not be eating from Dollar Store plates or using their utensils, theme or not, no matter the age. We're going to Target." She told me.
"Megan, she's only turning two. We don't need something extravagant for a basic purpose. The plates and utensils will be wasted and tossed in the trash. You don't need to spend unnecessary money on something as basic as that."
"I don't care. So, are we going to go now or what?"
I laughed and shook my head. "I actually have to pick her up from daycare soon, so let me pack up my belongings and we can go. I'm sure she'll be excited to see you picking her up for the first time."
"I know she will. But when she turns three next year, I need to be apart of everything. You screwed me last year and you and Trent only planned it, now this year I got screwed again." She said with an attitude.
"I'm sorry, Meg." I laughed. "But it's difficult having a Virgo child when you're also a Virgo. I have to start planning her party and buying things in June or July, so then I can figure out and focus on my party last." I explained.
"Mhmmm.." She mumbled.
If Megan and I work out, next year she'll be around to help me plan Honour's party without a doubt. Now that Trent and I are divorced, I don't need to agree or discuss anything with him when it comes to planning her party. It's either he goes with the theme Honour and I want or he can have his own separate party with her.
Hopefully Megan and I can get it together.
*
Megan and I walked inside the daycare together and I immediately spoke with one of Honour's teachers, so she could let the rest of the staff know that I was here to pick her up. Once she let the staff know over the radio, I went to go sign Honour out and not too long after I seen my child running over towards Megan and I with her backpack bouncing on her back. I smiled brightly at her excitement and she immediately ran to Megan first. Megan is really like Honour's favorite person.
It warmed my heart, seeing their interaction and once Honour finished hugging Megan, Megan passed her over to me and took her backpack.
"I missed youuuu." I cooed at her.
"I miss you too!" She smiled at me.
"Good. You missed Ms. Megan?" I asked her.
She looked over at Megan and nodded excitedly.
"Of course she missed her favorite person." Megan gloated, holding her chin up in the air.
"Oh please." I laughed. "Let's go."
I carried Honour out to the car while Megan walked beside us. When we got outside, I put Honour down, so she could walk. I grabbed her left hand while Megan grabbed her right, guiding her to my car.
"Mommy, I draw you a picture!" Honour said, making Megan and I both look down at her, not knowing who she was talking to.
Megan and I looked at each other and laughed.
"I'm mommy? You're talking to me?" I asked Honour.
She looked up at me with a smile and Megan spoke up, confusing my poor baby.
"Or me?" Megan smiled. "You talking to me? I'm mommy right?"
Honour looked over at Megan and then looked back at me with a frown.
"We're both mommy?" I asked Honour.
"Yes!" She yelled out.
"And I'm your mommy's daddy." I heard Megan say lowly.
"Shut up." I gritted, trying not to laugh as we approached my car and I unlocked it while Megan chuckled.
"And it's drew, baby. You drew mommy a picture, okay? Say drew." I told Honour as Megan helped me put Honour in her carseat in the back and helped me strap her in.
"Drew!" She yelled out. "Mommy, I hungry!" Honour pouted, folding her arms over her chest, like the dramatic diva she is.
"I know the daycare just gave you a snack not too long ago." I told her.
"I hungryyyy." She whined, starting to tear up.
"Whatchu want baby? Mommy will get it for you." Megan told her. And just like that, Honour's tears disappeared from her eyes and she started bouncing in her seat.
"McDonald's!" She yelled.
"Oka—."
"No." I shook my head. "You don't need fast food, chère, especially when Ms. Shay made your favorite, Shrimp and Grits, for you to eat tonight."
Honour started crying and kicking her legs and I shut the door and walked around to the front of my car.
"Why can't she have McDonald's?" Megan asked me as I walked to the driver's side. I looked across my car roof at her and grabbed my door handle.
"Because she doesn't need that. While we're in Target, I'll get her fruit snacks or something, but she's not going to start bad eating habits. I limit certain foods she can have, since she's so young. Fast food is one of them. My child is not about to be unhealthy and have health issues by the time she's ten years old, because she's eating McDonald's every week. And do NOT undermine me and tell her you'll get it for her anyway." I pointed my finger at her.
"Okay, Bey, damn." Megan said.
"I'm serious, Jovon. Don't try to challenge my authority when it comes to her." I said, opening my car door.
"I won't." Megan said with an attitude before getting into the car.
I rolled my eyes and got into the car also, hearing Honour still crying, screaming and throwing a tantrum. I put my seatbelt on, since the car was already running, because of the automatic start system when I hit the alarm to unlock the car and I looked back at Honour.
"You better cut it out, Storm." I said, calling her by her middle name. "And stop kicking my seats before I pop you." I threatened her.
She frowned deeply at me, but stopped kicking my damn seats like I thought, while she kept crying.
"Awww, Bey. Look at her lil face. How can you say no to that?" Megan gushed.
I sucked my teeth and looked in my mirrors before backing up, ignoring my backup camera. "I can already tell she's going to manipulate you and you're going to give into her and do everything she says. Stop getting sucked in." I laughed, looking over at Megan.
"She's so adorable though, I want to cry just looking at her." She pouted.
I shook my head and put the car in drive, pulling off. "I'm going to be the only disciplinary it looks like. You and Trent are so weak."
"No, you're just mean, Bey."
"I'm not mean, it's called parenting and being a mother. Yes, she's adorable and my little baby and I love her more than life itself, but she still needs discipline. And that's the problem with a lot of these parents. Just because your child is adorable, doesn't mean you shouldn't give them structure and discipline them, so they understand that they can't get everything they want. The world doesn't work like that."
"Well, her world does. You have the money to get her whatever she wants, ain't that right Honour? And so do I." Megan said, looking into the backseat at her.
"That's not the point. She already acts like a diva and I spoil her regardless, but she needs to understand the word 'no' and realize that there's a reason why she's being told no. And just because she WANTS something, doesn't mean she NEEDS it." I explained.
"It's okay." Megan tried to comfort Honour as she continued to cry.
"Honour, cut it out, I don't want to hear that screaming. Be quiet or you won't get McDonald's for a month." I threatened.
She finally quieted down her screaming, but kept crying as I drove to Target. I already know Megan is going to start up some bad habits with Honour by being so weak when it comes to her. She really is her child now, seriously.
Finally pulling up to Target after about thirty minutes of driving, I turned the car off and looked in the back to see Honour with a permanent frown on her face and tears still on her cheeks.
"Siye figi ou, chère." I told her.
She did as I said and wiped her face while I motioned Megan to get out of the car. Once we both got out and closed our doors, Megan looked at me curiously.
"What?" I asked her.
"You spoke Creole to her..." She said surprisingly.
"Yes, and?" I questioned in a confused manner.
"And she understood it...she's not even two yet. She doesn't even fully know all that comes with the English language, but she knows Creole?" She said.
"Yes." I laughed. "She's well versed, I'm making sure of that. Honour is very smart to almost be two, but yes, she understands Creole, but not everything yet. And she can say a few words like 'thank you', 'please', 'goodbye', 'chicken' and 'pizza'." I laughed.
"I knew she was smart when I had her walking earlier than normal babies." She bragged. "And ever since I came back here, I knew she was very educated for her age. She speaks very well."
"I wouldn't have it any other way." I smiled.
"I know, Ms. Professor." Megan laughed.
We both opened the back doors and helped get Honour out of her car seat.
"Do you know why I told you no to McDonald's?" I asked Honour.
She slowly shook her head and rubbed her eyes.
"Because Ms. Shay already made you food and you need to eat a good meal, not junk food all the time. You can get McDonald's on Friday if you continue to be good for the rest of the week, okay?"
She nodded her head, smiling brightly and Megan grabbed her for me. Closing the doors and locking the car, Megan and I walked side by side in the parking lot.
"You're teaching her right, Bey. Explaining to her why, which a lot of parents don't do when they're disciplinarians." Megan spoke.
"Thank you." I said as Megan put Honour down. Before Megan could grab her hand, Honour ran off and I started yelling.
"Sispann, kounye a! Megan, go grab her hand before I beat your baby's ass right here in this parking lot."
"Okay, okay, there's no need for violence." Megan laughed, running to grab Honour's hand.
Walking to them, I snatched Honour's other hand and looked down at her. "As soon as your mommy came back around, you've been acting out. You know how to act."
She stayed silent and Megan spoke up.
"Don't be mean to her, I got her, Bey." Megan smiled. "Ain't that right mini me?"
I sucked my teeth and looked at Honour who was nodding her head and smiling.
"Oh, so your mommy comes and it's forget me, huh?" I asked.
Megan laughed and I rolled my eyes playfully.
"I'm mommy number one or mommy number two?" Megan asked.
"Two!" Honour yelled, making me smile.
"So you have two mommies, that is so cool!" Megan said.
"And a daddy. I doubt anyone else has three parents at your daycare." I said.
"Fuck that nigga." I heard Megan mumble.
"Jovon, be good, please." I whined.
She sucked her teeth and we walked through the sliding entrance doors of Target and I immediately grabbed a shopping cart.
"C'mere." I said to Honour and Megan let her hand go.
"Nooo!" She whined as I bent down, about to pick her up.
"Fine. Megan, please hold her hand and watch her."
"I got her." She assured me.
I started pushing the cart, looking around and I knew I was about to spend money unnecessarily on things that I don't need. This is why I shouldn't have come here, but Megan wanted to spend money frivolously on some basic ass party supplies that's literally worth pennies.
"Hey!" I heard Megan yell.
I looked in her direction and seen Honour taking off once again. I swear this girl is going to be in track when she gets older. She's always running off like a damn track star.
Megan grabbed Honour's hand and she whined and tried to snatch away from Megan. Megan picked her up and whispered something to her and I smiled. See. Sometimes you gotta be stern in order to get your child in order. Being lenient and extra nice doesn't work with my child, just because of her personality. That diva, 'I'm going to do what I want' attitude can't work with me being super laid back and lenient towards her. She needs discipline.
"And fix your face." Megan said as I walked up beside them.
"Well, well, well." I smiled. "Now you see firsthand what I was talking about. Do you understand what I told you now?" I asked.
"Not now, Bey." She mumbled.
I laughed and pushed the cart in the direction of the kid's clothing section when I heard Honour whining.
"What's wrong, chère?" I asked.
She whined and Megan spoke up. "She wants to walk, but she doesn't know how to act and keeps running off, so I'm not putting her down."
"Ooo, okay mommy." I smirked at Megan, lowkey turned on by how stern she was acting and how she's handling Honour. She treats her as if she birthed her and I really do appreciate that and love her bond with Honour.
"Beyoncé." Megan said deeply.
"Okay, okay. Put her down and explain to her that she can walk, but you have to hold her hand, since she keeps running off. She should be fine with that." I told her.
"Fine." She sighed, putting Honour down. She bent down to Honour's level and fixed her clothes. "You heard your mommy right? I'm going to hold your hand, so don't try to run off."
Megan stood up and grabbed Honour's hand and all was well again. I went through one of the aisles of the kid's section and started looking at some cute outfits.
"I want!" I heard Honour say.
I turned around and seen her pointing to a pink Princess Tiana t-shirt. Megan grabbed it off the rack and I rolled my eyes. Megan is going to get her everything she sees. Honour is going to be an even bigger, spoiled little diva.
"You don't ask like that, Honour. What do you say?" I spoke, looking at her.
"Pweaseeeeeee." She showcased her baby teeth to Megan and I.
I laughed and started looking back at some clothes.
"Say may I have this." Megan spoke.
"May I have dis." Honour repeated her.
"Good job. You can have anything you want when you're with me. Let's go look at the toys." Megan spoke.
"Yay!" Honour yelled, dragging Megan through the section to find the toys.
I laughed and shook my head.
"Meg, answer your phone if I need to find y'all!" I said.
"Okay!" She yelled back at me.
I can get used to Megan being around and helping me parent Honour full time. Now all we need to do is figure out if this is what we want, well, what she wants and then we can officially start over.
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PSA: Some people have gotten confused and think they can pull bullshxt with me just because this is a different platform. Nothing has changed. The fact people are so adamant and are literally getting upset over me updating when 1, it has taken me three times as long to update on wattpad, 2, if you’re from wattpad you’ve already read these chapters, so why people are becoming obsessed and trying to demand and force me to upload a chapter they’ve already read on another platform is beyond me🤣💀 There is no new material written, so I upload the rest of the chapters that people have already read on wattpad and then what? You’re still gonna have to wait, and even longer at that because there will be nothing else for me to update. I’m trying to spread out and not force out the rest of the chapters so there won’t be three plus months of a wait because no new material has been written. I do have a life and I am busy and have things going on that are way more important than updating a fanfiction book. I am not getting paid for this🤣 creative writing is only a side hobby for me. People are doing way too much and acting as if I’m required to update and this is a job that I’m getting paid to do are insane. This does not include people genuinely asking for an update, it’s fine if you’re inquiring about the next update. I’m only talking to the people who are genuinely upset, getting nasty in my comments and being disrespectful. And to the two bitches that I had to check the other day, Daisy and Mykel, step your pussy asses to the mic because it’s been crickets ever since I called your stupid asses out because you had no rebuttal and you were trying to be shady and disrespectful in my comments then had to backtrack. A warning, you will be blocked if you bring bullshxt to these comments. I refuse to deal with the same stupid ass toxic shxt from wattpad. This platform is more laid back and actually positive unlike wattpad, don’t ruin it with your stupidity.
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