"Hey B, what time are the babysitting hopefuls coming by today? Ye just called, said he's dropping by and it's important," HOVA called to his loving wife, Beyonce.
"Jay! You know I can't reschedule! They're arriving in exactly thirty minutes, which is when Blue Ivy wakes up from her nap," Beyonce replied, sticking her head out of the bathroom door while putting on gold earrings that matched fantastically well with her chartreuse romper.
"It'll be fine," Jay waved her frantic reply aside. Just then a heavy knock came to the door.
"It's me! Yeezy!" came a sad but loud voice from behind the front door. Jay-Z moved to get up but Beyonce was faster, opening the door in a swift motion and pulling at face at Kanye's distressed state.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"I...I just broke up with Kim," he replied, somberly.
"OH THANK GOD!" exclaimed three voices in unison. Hova and B looked at each other, then at Kanye, then at the newcomer standing at the foot of the patio.
"Am I early?" the prospective babysitter asked sheepishly, embarrassed for voicing her thoughts aloud in front of her favorite rapper. Kanye turned around to face her, his frown faltering slightly as he gave her a once over.
"You're hired!" he said, clapping his hands together.
"I think I'll decide that," Beyonce commanded the attention back to herself. Rucha just giggled and took Kanye's hand leading her into the lovely mansion.
to be continued.
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