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"Stop playing with me. I didn't even know you when I took that. I literally have a bob..you've never seen me in a bob Bey. Until now. And that red outfit hasn't been seen since that day." Bey was looking at the picture I posted.
That picture was taken in the beauty room by Lauren. Beyoncé swear she had just gave me good dick that's why my face was glowing.
I had actually took that right before we became friends. So I get why she may think that. But no...I wasn't fucking on her yet.
It's an old picture, I just posted it late. I do that a lot. Post old pictures because i'm inactive. My followers know when pictures are old and when they're new.
They'll comment something like, "You kept these from us for so long. Why?" And I won't reply.
Like when they ask about a new song. I just tell them something to keep them quiet. But I really do have something coming. Just don't know when i'll finish.
I'm supposed to be going to the studio today with Bey. Whenever she stop trying to tell me when she gave me good dick by observing my pictures.
That conversation made her go to my page and look at all my pictures from when we first started talking. Trying to tell me I was glowing more when I met her.
I've always been a happy and peaceful person so I see no difference in anything at all.
"I had just left from getting my hair done. I made you happy?"
"I've always been happy, you make no difference."
Her face fell and she wasn't smiling anymore. What did I say wrong? Shouldn't it be a good thing that i've always been happy?
To me at least. I don't know.
She stopped looking through pictures and slumped into the couch. I don't know what she's doing on her phone now.
Whatever.
I'm six months now. So happy to drop this baby so I can be my normal self again. I'm tired of throwing up out of nowhere.
Ever since I had that one moment in Oklahoma, it hadn't stopped. I'll just be sitting there, and then i'll throw up. Whatever I previously ate.
The doctors appointments are very quick now. We're never there more than 45 minutes. All she does is check on the baby and tell me if i'm fine.
I was almost put on bed rest twice.
Bey made me stop doing hair because she think that's what's messing me up. I don't think so. But whatever.
After the whole hospital thing, baby boy has been kicking and moving a lot. I love playing with him because it's so cute. He'll start moving to me or Beys voice.
Especially in the morning. I wake up late, so Bey will talk to him or push on my stomach while he kicks back. If he's just waking up, it's like he stretches. I can feel it.
