Beyoncé
3 years later
Megan rolls over to her side and presses up behind me. Since we found out I'm pregnant, she's been nothing but attached to me. Not that I'm complaining.
3 months.
My wife kisses up my jawline from behind.
I hum, "You awake?"
"Mmm-hmm. Just woke up." she presses more kisses on the back of my neck and my skin goes up in goosebumps. "You and babygirl good?"
"Yeah." I say. "Baby BOY by the way."
"I still stand by my guess. I know she's a girl."
"We'll see." Is all I say.
I sit up and she wraps her arms around my stomach, pressing kisses against it and saying a few "good morning" words to our baby.
The past couple of years have been a trip. Megan and I got legally married two years ago. We agreed on having children and held off on a ceremony until Baby is here. After getting legally married, we took the kids into account and moved back to Texas. We moved to a house rather than a penthouse close to my mamas so we can see her often and grow up close to her. She is getting older after all and we don't want to be a sea away in case she needs us.
Time goes on way too fast and it's honestly scary as fuck.
"So you not gon' give me no love?" I say in a semi-hurt tone.
"You that jealous?"
"Girl shut the hell up and give me affection!"
Next thing I know, Megan is engulfing me in a hug and a shit ton of kisses. I love this girl so much and I'm so happy we're expanding our family. I love her so much. She kisses my face over and over again.
"Hungry?"
I nod.
"Imma get sum started. YOU don't move."
"I'm pregnant not disabled, Megan. But yeah, imma stay here." I bring the blanket up to me and turn the TV on.
She quickly gets up to go to the kitchen.
"Baby, can you check that Julez actually went to school?"
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I'm napping while Megan watches over me. I feel her slender fingers protectively over my belly.
I slowly blink open to see a little girl peeking at me from the bedside. Solange as a little girl to be expected.
"Hey, Yoncé."
"Hey." I respond.
I know I'm dreaming.
Little Solange twirls and jumps.
"You're having a baby, big sis." In nearly a blink, Solange morphs into an adult.
Just the way I remembered her being. She crouches down at my bedside and places a hand on my stomach.
"I'm sending you such a good boy. I'm surprised you already know it's a boy I'm sending."
"A boy from you?" I feel my eyes well up with tears at the thought.
For years I prayed to my sister for a sign that she was near. I asked for bees, yellow birds, orchids, just about anything. To hear that she's sending me my little boy is beyond what I could've ever imagined.
