Megan
I'm woken up by Beyoncé frantically tapping my shoulder. Immediately I begin to worry.
"Yes, mamas?"
I force my eyes open and I squint at the phone light being shoved in my face by her.
"Im hungry, baby." Beyoncé groans.
"Ight, I can getchu sum."
I kiss her forehead and start getting out of bed.
"I want some Wendy's. A frosty with fries and sriracha mixed in together."
I widen my eyes.
Who am I to question, that's our baby she's got in her stomach and if they need to eat, they're gonna eat.
"Ight, c'mon." I help her up gently and kiss her forehead. "Let's get chall sumthin'."
"What about Julez?"
I help her sit up on the bedside and get her slippers.
"He gone be sleep for a while. Don't worry. Plus we goin' through the drive through."
"We gotta get the oil from the bacon too in it."
It just comes out, "I'm not letting you feed my baby that. I'm sorry."
She groans. I get her up and towards the car. I grab my keys as I get to the kitchen. Beyonce is so cute and so clingy when she's hungry. I absolutely love it.
"That's what he wants."
"We need to start enforcing our parenting skills now, she can't always have what she wants, Beyoncé."
I coax her to the car gently. She gets in the passenger seat.
"Got it?" I shut the door before she can really respond and I get in the driver's seat.
Beyoncé nods and I waste no time driving us to the nearest Wendy's.
Beyoncé leans back and pats her belly in the seat. See? I told you she's cute when she's hungry.
"Can I get a kiss?"
I don't need to be told twice. I love her with my whole soul and being.
I enjoy these little cravings she has. I enjoy her hugs. I enjoy talking to her belly and feeling our baby's kicks and thumps right under my hand. I can't wait to hold him. (As her belly grows I'm starting to realize it's not a girl, but I like to mess with her). I enjoy the back massages I can give her hear and there. I enjoy bragging to my work friends about her, our family, Julez and the new baby.(it's only gonna escalatee when they baby arrives and I get to brag about all the firsts and can frame their pictures next to Julez's).
We arrive at the drive through and I let her place the order because I can't remember a thing at all. Her order astonishes me.
A chocolate frosty, fries, sriracha, ranch, something fried, a dipped cone with every other topping on it.
Right before she gets her total Beyoncé quickly asks, "wait, do y'all offer pork skin?"
"Bey!"
She looks back to me and points at her belly. She's pregnant I have to tell myself over and over again. I'm only saying yes because of the baby.
"Fine."
I drive over to the window and pay the cashier. When she gives me a shocked look per the order I turn to Bey and point at her.
"The things I gotta do for you and babygirl." I joke.
"Boy."
She starts mixing the bacon oil into the frosty and takes a fat sip. I puke a little in my mouth.
I begin driving us home as she keeps eating happily. a nasty concoction, but I love her too much to stop her. She looks very happy with it though.
"Baby boy and I say thank you for the the food at 2 in the morning."
I pat her belly.
"Ight. Y'all welcome."
At least she's eating something, I can't be mad at that.
I nearly crash the car seeing her pour the ranch and the hot sauce into a perfectly fine frosty. Then swirls it around with a smile.
"That's nasty."
"Your baby wants it."
"Huh? She's a baby that hasn't seen labels or food yet how--"
"Let me be, damn!"
Her voice slightly cracks and she tears up a bit.
Wow.
She slowly cries and wipes the tears.
"Please just be nice to us and let me eat." She sobs out.
My chest clenches.
"Sorry baby--"
"No leaveme alone." She turns towards the window.
I sigh and focus on getting her hormonal ass home. When I think she's calmed down, she starts crying harder and leans into my shoulder.
