Walk With Me 1

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Beyoncé

Smut Warning

I rub my stomach.

When I get a kick back, I rub it some more. She kicks again and I can't help but smile.

It's like that as I make myself some eggs. I miss my Jazz. She's with Robyn for one more week. Nicki is at work currently. There's like two more months left before the semester and school year are over. Three more months til our daughter arrives.

I'm waiting on some packages today. We decided on a theme for her bedroom-- a 70s hippie inspired bedroom. My dad is even coming to help paint the walls. We're adding a blacker twist to it, so we're painting little black kids on the wall playing and laughing and smiling.

Even though Jazmine has a princess room, she still has that black touch within it. Like her dolls and some pictures she thought to hang up. Nicki and I want the girls to be proud of being black.

It's little things that make me super excited. I get why Nicki enjoyed picking out the theme with me.

My phone goes off, letting me know that someone arrived.

I get giddy and excited. I skip breakfast and turn the stove off, and get the package for the crib up the steps as quick as I can.

I need to figure out how to do most of the heavy work to build this before Nicki gets home. Nicki doesn't want me lifting a finger at all.

Now I need to figure out how to assemble.

"Ight, India we gotta figure this out quick." I say as I rub my belly.

She kicks me in response. I have to chuckle. Maybe we'll be close once she's born.

Thankfully I don't have to assemble bar by bar, the two barred sides and solid panels just need to be screwed together.

Right when I thought I had something, the side of the crib falls off. I call my father. I should've waited for him but I was impatient. I'm just so excited to have another baby. My father couldn't see the problem so I just snapped some quick photos of the problem and he told me something about a screw not being the right size, which leads me to the toolbox which isn't in India's room.

I go downstairs because I need to get the toolbox with the screw I need. It's right next to a pile of mail. I just happen to gloss my eyes over the first one the sender... Shawn Carter.

I pretend I didn't see it, but even Babygirl sees through my bluff. She sends so many kicks, I almost fold over by how strong they are.

"C'mon, Indie, let's just getcho room done."

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Nicki comes home and I'm quiet in concentration. The bed is already done so she can't reprimand me.

"How was your day, mama?"

"Good."

"The bed looks beautiful for our India." She kisses me. "I'm putting the mattress in later."

I nod. However the mail is on my mind. It was addressed to Onika. I never told Onika about Shawn and I don't wanna make a big deal out of it and my actions come to light.

I rub my belly to soothe myself.

"Rest baby, I'll rub your feet in a minute."