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Shawn,

It was hard to watch Beyoncé leave the room clearly bothered and stressed out by Omari and whatever he said he needed to talk to her about,

Beyoncé has been acting a little different lately and I'm not sure if it's the pressure of the business and planning so many things outside of her own life or just Omari being all over her.

I don't want to get too involved, but I need her to know I'll do anything in my power to make sure everything is good with her and OJ.

"I'mma go check on her." I stood up.

"Nah, you ain't gotta do that. Leave it alone." Omari said.

I chuckled, "This my house, man. I can go anywhere I please. I said I'm going to check on her."

"I think you should leave it alone. I'm not gone tell you again."

My boys began standing up as I approached him further.

"Shawn, no." Mama called out.

"Look, man. I got a lot of respect for you and I know you ain't never fuck with me ever since you found out I been sleeping with your girl, but you not gone be rolling up on me in crib. I'mma lay you out and I promise you that."

"And you better lay his ass out too." Nicki spat.

"What? You want me to be scared of you just because you fight and shit, nigga?"

"Hell nah, you can take it like the realest nigga in the room. Still not gone change the fact that you a pussy."

He chuckled, "I'mma pussy, but you the one scared your Pops gone take everything you own if you try to step away from the boxing ring. How you so hard on TV and in the ring, but a straight up pussy behind closed doors? All you want is sex and a therapist to get through your day to day life so you can have everything else handed to you. You still a fucking pussy."

"Call it what you want. I still been in your girl's for the past three nights straight." I chuckled.

If looks could kill, I'd be dead. I don't think the crew laughing about it made it any better.

"Excuse me while I go check on her like I said I was gone do."

"Go check on your boo, my nigga." Nicki joked.

I chuckled, walking into the guest room where Beyoncé was sitting on the bed crying softly into her hands.

"Baby," I called.

She sniffed. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her forehead.

"Why you in here crying? What's wrong?"

She shook her head no, "I'm sorry,"

"It's fine. Come here." I stood her up. "Come here. It's okay. You don't have to cry. You been stressing and dealing with bullshit ever since I got here. Why you overwhelming yourself with this shit? I gotta be your therapist now?"

She found a way to laugh through her tears. I chuckled with her.

"I'm just dealing with so much shit. It's so overwhelming. I have never felt this much weight on me at once. I'm sorry."

"You sorry for being human?" I questioned. "Come on now. You're good, Bey. I don't like the way you been acting lately. Everybody been noticing you been a little different lately and you know me. I'm a little concerned cause I care about you and I'm worried."