One Night Stand

Chapter 8

Beyonce's POV

I debated on whether I want to go get Ayla until my head hurt. Why the fuck am I at home while that bitch is out having fun? Fuck this shit I'm going out. Nevermind my homegirl is with my babymomma and anyone else is just gonna annoy the shit out of me. I hopped in my car. "Baby," I whined.

"Yes Beyonce," she said powering on.

"You make me so happy," I said.

"Please repeat command," she said back.

"Repeat Yes Beyonce," I said.

"Yes Beyonce," she said back I smiled. At least someone listens to me. I rubbed the dashboard.

"Call Momma," I said.

"Calling," she said.

"What's wrong," my mom answered the phone.

"What makes you think something is wrong," I asked.

"It's 9 on a Friday night. Right now you should be spending hours in front of a mirror getting ready to go to a dark club, which by the way no one can actually see all the hard work you put into your outfit, to go spend money uselessly on liquor and women, but you're not. You're calling me, so what's wrong," she asked. I smiled that my mother knew me so well.

"I'm coming over," I said.

"No," she responded.

"Why not," I said.

"Fine, bring some Wine. Bye," she said then hung up. I arrived at her house 30 minutes later.

"Mom," I said walking in after scanning my hand at the door.

"I really need to take your hand off my security system," she said not looking up from the t.v.

"I had to deal with crowds of screaming fans to get this you better enjoy it," I said handing her the wine.

"It seems most delectable, Beyonce. Thanks," she said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and flopped on the couch. "When am I meeting my granddaughter Beyonce," she asked. I cringed when I heard her refer to the little girl as her granddaughter.

"Her momma doesn't want me to see her," I said.

"You mean to tell me that after doing all that bullshit she doesn't want you to see your daughter. Oh Lord no. Beyonce what's her number," she said walking over to her house phone. I got instantly frightened about getting caught in my semi-lie. I mean she did say I could go pick Ayla up today and I know she won't hesitate to mention it. I felt like a little kid about to get a whooping. I rattled off the number and she dialed it and put the phone on speaker.

"Hello Onika speaking," she answered her phone.

"Good Evening Onika, this is Tina, Beyonce's mom calling you," my mother said, her tone professional not warm and caring like usual.

"Oh my goodness hi Ms. Tina. It is so lovely to hear from you," Onika said perky. I rolled my eyes and my mother snapped her fingers in my direction as a warning. I sulked.

"Nice to finally talk to you too, but I'm afraid I'm calling on not such a good note," My mom said.

"Is Bey ok," Onika asked, I couldn't tell if her worry was serious or fake but I smiled anyway at least she pretended to care.

"Yes she's fine," My mom answered.

"Oh is it about Ayla, did she go pick her up today? Does she need help," she asked.