Walk With Me 1

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Beyoncé

Nicki helps me to bed.

Thankfully India kicked and has a heartbeat. She's actually kicking me now.

Nicki kisses my forehead. Jazmine is right next to her and climbs in bed after I get settled. She rests her head on my stomach.

My daughter brings me comfort. I'm glad she stayed strong through the whole thing and hope she isn't traumatized. She pokes at a point in my stomach then India kicks in return. I can't help but chuckle.

"Every and anytime you need something, let one of us know."

"Exactly!" Jazmine adds.

"Be careful, Bey. I just want you two to be okay."

"I know." I say honestly.

And to be honest, Nick looks cute, caring for me like this.

She kicks her shoes off and comes to lay next to me.

She plays with my belly a bit. Scratching it gently and pushing here and there. It puts me to sleep almost instantly.

I'm not that annoyed because I know Nicki means well and just wants the two of us okay. She's excited for a second baby and just doesn't want anything to happen.

"Love you." She whispers to me as I'm half asleep.

"I love you too."

Jazmine is awake, playing with India as she kicks away. They aren't hard so they don't make me uncomfortable.

"Baby, be gentle with baba, 'Kay?" I hear Nicki say as I fall asleep.

"Okay."

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I wake up and Jazmine is sleeping right against me, her head in my neck and Nicki's snoring lightly too. I move Jazmine's braid out of her face and kiss her forehead. She groans and moves away.

"Sorry." I wince.

It's almost dinner time and I don't want them to be hungry. Personally, I don't think it's a big deal to get up and whip up a hamburger helper.

I get out from between my two favorite people in the world and tip toe downstairs.

I find a hamburger helper box and grab a pan and everything I need to cook.

"Baby."

I jump and drop the box, hand on my chest.

"Don't do that."

"You could've told me, I could've made something."

"No, Nicki."

"Yes."

"Let's compromise, we can cook together." I say.

Nicki smiles hard. She helps me out happily. I just don't have that cooking skill that Nicki and Jazmine naturally have.

"When my mama was still around, she'd make food with me all the time." I say. "Your parents, Nick?"

Nicki shrugs, "When I was younger, yeah. We made cookies and pies. And as we got older they sent us over to our black neighbors house, and we got to make blacker foods."

I smile when Nicki does. I'm glad I try to cook and hang out with Jazmine as much as I can even though I can't cook. India too, will have the same experience.

It makes me happy, knowing she survived the fall. In fact, I rub my belly at the thought and she kicks. I hug Nicki from behind as she moves through the kitchen, cooking. Or should I say just mixing the ingredients together. I'm in charge of making sure it doesn't burn.

Nicki looks back and kisses me.

I squeeze her ass hard.

"Yes, Beyoncé?"

"Nothin', I can't watch you?"

"You can."

She just laughs and I laugh back. I hope India has her sense of humor, seriously. Jazmine does and it's the best thing ever.

"Have you heard from Robyn recently?" I ask and Nicki tenses up.

"Yeah, she's fine. Ariana has to deal with with this pregnancy now."

She keeps cooking quietly. When she finishes, she clings onto me, brushing my hair to the side.

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Buckle tf up