Beyoncé Knowles can't believe her annoyingly perfect personal assistant has actually resigned from her cushy, highly paid position, and she intends to tell her exactly what she thinks about it.
But when she gets to her place, she comes to realize s...
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To say that Beyonce was worried was an understatement. She was terrified. She'd heard about kids getting bullied, and worse. The thought of something like that happening to Blue was driving her mad.
She bided her time, letting her calm down. After a hotdog and a long walk through Central Park, she had to try again.
"You know I'm supposed to tell your mom what happened, right?"
Blue pouted, but she nodded, not denying it.
Good.
"I'm prepared to be convinced not to, though. If you tell me why you fought with that North girl? I'll keep it a secret. How's that, Honey Bee?"
She was bribing Blue, and she wasn't even sorry about it.
Her eyes widened. "You'd do that?"
Beyonce was actually considering how much Onika would bust her balls when she heard. Because she'll eventually hear about it, of course. But to get to the bottom of what was going on, she'd make just about any deal.
If it was bad, she'd have to tell Onika.
Hopefully, she wouldn't lose Blue's trust in the process.
She was walking on a knife's edge, and she knew it.
"We have some secrets. Your mother knows that."
Blue grinned for the first time that day. But then, infuriatingly, she was back to staring at her hands. "Its nothing, really. I shouldn't have reacted like that. North got new lacrosse gear--you know, helmet, shoulder pads, gloves, and elbow pads--and she told me that her dad took her shopping this weekend. I asked where they went, because her stuff looked more comfortable than mine. I thought I could shop there, too, you know? But then she told me there wasn't any point in my knowing because I had no dad to take me. I told her my mom or you would take me, she said you weren't my mom, you were just nice to me because you want in my mother's pants. So, I hit her boobs. Then, she hit my head. We fought with fists then. I think I might have bitten her."
Beyonce said nothing for several seconds, because her very first thought was probably not what one would consider good parenting. She wanted to tell her good job and ask her if she bit that little shit hard enough.
What the actual fuck? Kids didn't used to be that mean. That she could remember. And okay, maybe she didn't have that many memories from back when she was ten, but still.
"Blue...you know that's not true, right? You know I love you for you? You're my Honey Bee. If anything happened to your mother, I'd still be here for you."
She gulped. But to her relief, then she nodded. "I know that."
It hurt all the same, Beyonce guessed.
It wasn't just that kid's words, it was a deeper wound, a scar that may never fully heal. Because Blue did have a father and he just didn't care about her. That was bound to leave a mark.
Beyonce did something she hadn't planned on doing--not now, not to Blue.
There was a box she wore every day, in the inner pocket of whatever jacket she had on at the time. A box she'd had for years now. She hadn't opened it, not in five years, but it looked old and used. It'd been rained on, sat on, and put in the washer machine once. "Do you know what that is?" she asked her.
Her brown eyes widened. "I bought it a few years ago, after making one of the best deals of my career." One hundred thousand, given to her piece-of-shit father, so he'd sign the divorce papers with Onika and renounce his rights to Blue. "For years, I carried it, waiting for the right moment--the moment when I know your mama will say yes."
"You don't think she'll say yes?" Blue practically yelled.
Beyonce wet her lips. "Its not just that. There's the question of timing, too. I was going to ask a while back, then Wayne was marrying Cassie. Then, I considered asking again, but Robyn and Brandi were getting hitched. And now . . ."
"Ariana and Dalton," Blue guessed, groaning.
She sighed. "I don't want to make her feel like I want to marry her just because everyone else is doing it. But yeah. The other part of it is I wasn't sure she'd say yes. Not at first, anyway. You know why?"
Blue shook her head emphatically. "Because your mother will never marry anyone she thinks isn't right for you. Not in a million years. I wanted her--and you--to have the time to see I'm the one." I'm your mom too. She didn't say that out loud.
"I'm going to ask you first, Honey Bee. Do you want me to marry your mother. Do you want me to be your mama too?"
She leaped into her arms, and squeezed her so hard she could hardly breathe. Beyonce laughed, hugging her right back.
