Onika POV
I shut my eyes tightly, somehow hoping this was all a bad dream. This pregnancy, Lance, even coming in contact with Beyonce...I wish it was all a sick dream. When I felt her arms wrap around me, I was brought to the realization that this was indeed reality. Facing the fact that I got myself and Lance in this position was even a harder pill to swallow.
"We have our first OB appointment at 9am. I have a meeting at 8am but I'll be back here to pick you up."
I didn't answer her, but her grip got tighter on me. Her chin sat on the top of my head while her other hand rubbed circles around my tummy.
"I-I really like you Onika... I just want you to realize that someday. And I'm not letting you go—never. And just know anywhere you go...I will find you baby."
Tears threatened to escape my eyes, I had to bite down on my tongue to silence my cries. The only way I would get away from this woman is faking my death or falling off the face of the earth.
I stayed silent, within minutes I heard light snores coming from her. When I tried to move her arm found its way around my neck, putting me in her signature headlock.
Her deep raspy voice rose. "You know I sleep light don't bother with the bullshit tonight. I'm tired."
With that she loosened her grip just enough for me to breath.
The majority of the night I listened to Beyonce's snores. My mind was reeling from all the thoughts of picking up and moving out of state. I even thought about going back to Trinidad to stay with my cousins. But in all honesty when I was faced with reality I would only be going backwards in my life. Trinidad would not serve a purpose for me; I was an upcoming cardiothoracic surgeon. Returning back to a third world health system would not supply me with the educational tools to achieve my dream. Moving out of state was another option, but I would have to start my entire surgical residency program over again. But then again, a new start in a different city won't hurt right- nope wrong. I had to remind myself that I was still carrying a child, and I definitely needed a support system.
Beyonce's phone vibrating on the nightstand caused her to stir in her sleep. She reached over silencing it and proceeded to pull me back in her arms again. Two seconds later her phone started ringing again. She moaned in annoyance reaching for the phone again.
"This is Dr. Knowles......Yes that car is registered to me...What??? Which hospital??? I'll be there right away." I felt Beyonce peel back the sheets, hastily running to the restroom. Two seconds later she came out in a hoodie and some tights. She didn't even look my way, instead she grabbed her keys and was out the door.
I reached for my phone to call Lauren, but an incoming call was coming from her already.
"Lo can you come and get me-."
Lo cut me off. "Nika... there was an accident."
"What do you mean...Is Lance okay???"
"Lance is fine it's not him. It was Michael and Cardi."
"What? What happened why was he even with her? I'm not understanding."
"They were in a bad car accident probably coming from work. I'm heading back to the hospital now."
That's maybe why Beyonce jumped up so fast.
"Can you come get me?" I asked.
"I'm turning on your street now actually."
"Alright bye."
I hung up and went to my closet to change into something more presentable than pajamas. By the time I zipped up my jacket Lauren was already outside. I quickly packed a small bag enough for three days. If Beyonce thought she was coming back and meeting my ass here- she thought wrong.
