Home For The Holidays

Sixty

Saturday, November 9, 2024
Knowles-Carter Residence
Los Angeles, California
11:30 am

"Baby, come on. People are gonna be here in an hour. Are you almost ready?" Jay asked Beyoncé as he walked in their bedroom.

He saw her laying on the bed in an oversized hoodie and sweats. 100% not ready.

"Bey, what are you doing? This is your push party," Jay asked her as he stood in the doorway.

When he heard her sniffling, he completely changed his tune. He went over to the bed, with a concerned look on his face, to see what was going on with her. He sat in front of her on the edge of the bed and saw that she was crying.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and immediately sat up to get into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back as she held onto him.

"What's going on? Why are you crying? Whose ass do I need to kick?" Jay asked her.

"I don't wanna have this party anymore. I'm huge, and I'm tired. I got out of the shower, and I just can't do it. I've lost count of how many stretch marks I have. Everything is swollen. My face, my hands, my breasts. Everything! I can't even wear my ring anymore. I just don't feel pretty. I don't feel comfortable in my skin. I can't go to this party and be the center of attention. I can't have everyone looking at me. Everything I put on just makes me feel bigger. I feel like a whale, and I look like a whale. Please call everyone and cancel," she cried into his chest.

It broke his heart to hear her talk about herself this way and to know that she was feeling this insecure about herself.

She'd been having little moments of insecurity her entire pregnancy, but she'd usually get over it, especially after talking to Jay. This was the first time it had been this bad, bad enough to make her cry.

"Come on now. First, you're gonna stop talking about my fiancée like this because she's literally the sexiest, most beautiful person in the universe," he told her.

"I'm not, and you know it. I'm huge. I'm a big cellulite monster. You don't have to lie about it. My boobs leak, okay? I'm literally a cow. I know I'm not attractive," she bawled as she started breathing faster.

"Bey, calm down before you give yourself an panic attack. Breathe baby. It's okay. Everything's fine. Look at me," Jay told her as she picked her head up.

She took a few deep breaths before her breathing went back to normal. She still had tears falling from her eyes.

He grabbed some tissue from the nightstand and wiped her face before he put his arms back around her.

"Listen to me. I need you to stop crying because you're gonna make me cry ma," he told her as he felt his own eyes about to water.

"I don't want you to cry. Why are you gonna cry?" she asked him as she took the tissue he was holding to blow her nose.

"Because it breaks my heart that you don't see what I see when I look at you. It makes me sad that you don't see and feel how absolutely, breathtakingly gorgeous you are. Your entire body is beautiful Beyoncé. I love you with everything in me, and I completely love the way you look. I love the stretch marks. I love it all. You've never been more beautiful than you are right now," he told her.