One Night Stand

Chapter 7

Beyonce's POV

    "Hey I gotta question," Robyn asked in the middle of our basketball game.

    "What up," I asked checking the ball.

    "How do you feel about Onika," she said dribbling.

    "I don't like her. She's a bitch," I said, and I swear she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes, but maybe it was in my head.

    "Oh well have you been to go see Ayla," he asked.

    "Naw, if her mom doesn't want me to see her then I'm not going to. Shoot ain't no pressure on me now. I'm back to my regular life, like I already told you," I answered, blocking her shot. She got the rebound and put it back up, making it.

    "That's stupid. You know that right," she said. She passed me the ball to check it and I held on to it.

    "Why you asking all these damn questions," I said feeling like she was up to something.

    "I've been hanging with Nicki and Lala, for a while and I just feel like maybe you should try to make a connection with your daughter. She's talking now," she said backing away from me.

    "Oh so they have nickname now, huh? Nicki and Lala. Oh she's talking. You know her first word, what was it huh Robyn," I asked getting closer to her.

    "Yeah they do, and nothing important just a name, ya know," she said backing away again.

    "What name Fenty," I said raising my voice.

    "Nothing important," she answered again.

    "No what word was it," I asked, throwing the ball at her. She mumbled. "Fuck you say I couldn't hear you," I yelled.

    "Rob, she said my name," she yelled back.

    "Oh so now my daughter saying your name. Pretty soon she gonna be calling you momma Huh," I yelled, tightening my fist.

    "If her actual momma was there that wouldn't be a problem would it nigga," she yelled throwing the ball back at me, hard.

    "So what you gonna step up and be that momma. Nigga you ain't even want your own child while you sitting here tryna be Captain save-a-hoe," I said stepping closer to her. This time she didn't step away.

    "Really rasshole," she said completing the distance between us. "Fuh-true? Me not gone jerk you around. I didn't want my daughter, but don't tek a six for a nine. I took care of mine and I still take care of Shay despite the hell that her mom puts me through. So whatever the fuck you got to say about me, I know that dead men cant run from 'e coffin. I'm responsible. I'm there every step of the way. Don't go red in the face because I'm there for your daughter. If you handle yours I wouldn't have to," she said pointing her finger in my face.

    "Oh so having sex with my babymomma is just a perk," I questioned.

    "Onika is beautiful, smart, talented, sweet, loving, ambitious and the list goes on. If you bothered to get to her you would know," she said, her bajan accent subsiding a bit. I seen a light in her eyes when she talked about my baby's mother and I wanted to punch that shit right out of her.

    "So you my friend and you willing to sacrifice 15 years. We been friends since before you started releasing music, that was in '06. But you're willing to throw that shit out for some pussy," I yelled.

    "It's not like that Bey. But when you meet someone you know. I feel more connected with her than I have with any woman in a long time," she admitted, her expressions softening. I pushed her and walked away. It's time to go confront this hoe.