The Wife

Chapter 22: Wedding Plans

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A couple of weeks later

Kelly

I called a family meeting. There's things that we have to discuss, I'm so sick of Beyoncé putting it off.

I stood in front of both Solange and Beyoncé while we were in the living room.

"What's this about?" Solange asked. Clearly confused and not reading the room as I shot daggers at Beyoncé.

"Wedding plans" Beyoncé answered. Solange perked up.

"Well finally!"

"That's why I called this meeting, the plan is the get married in 4 months" I said as I got out a binder that had was only half way filled since someone has yet to get back to me on things that she wants to do for her own wedding.

Solange raised her hand.

"Yes" I called on her.

Beyoncé shook her head laughing.

"Why 4 months? We haven't done anything about this wedding, will that be enough time"

"Great question, in case you haven't noticed I have been slowly weaning little miss thang over there off the boob. She'll be 4 almost 5 months old by the time the wedding starts so by then by boobs will look normal and not abnormally large"

Solange nodded.

"Baby I like the way they look" Bey smirked her eyes looking down at my chest. I blew her kiss.

"Anyways, so yeah 4 months should hopefully be enough time to plan a wedding, that's why I need you two to do everything I ask you to do to make this possible"

Beyoncé raised her hand. Oh now you wanna add your two cents to our wedding.

"Yes Beyoncé?"

"Do I even wanna know what you have planned already?"

I smiled. " Actually I'm glad you asked because I do need your input"

"Oh good" she said non-enthusiastically.

"What theme do you want for the wedding my love?" I said sweetly.

She shrugged. "I don't know"

I was about to explode but it's not a big deal. It's not her fault, we have been busy on our relationship but come on she doesn't even have a idea of what she wants.

"Then think!" I snapped making her slightly jump.

"Kelly I don't know, whatever you want I'll be okay with"

I took a deep breath, "fine!" I said slightly irritated.

"Are you okay Kels?" Solange asked.

"No! Because you!" I pointed my finger at Beyoncé. "You don't know what you want! This is our wedding as in both of ours!, Which means I need your input on things!" I was infuriated in fact I was so upset that I didn't notice that I had lactated through my shirt. Shit! How did I forget to put my nipple pads on. This is such a mess.

I looked down. "Ughhh" I screamed and stomped away and went upstairs.

Beyoncé.

Umm well, that was interesting. Let me go and fix it.

"I'll go talk to her" I said just as we heard a bedroom door from upstairs slam shut.

Solange nodded. I started up the stairs and knocked on the bedroom door, Kelly had locked it from the inside.