Onika's Anatomy

Issues...

"I don't like to gamble, but if there's one thing I'm willing to bet on, it's myself."

-Beyoncé Knowles

Beyoncé POV

I sprinted across my hospital toward my office in a swift fashion. My assistant had just texted me that my 'wife' had drop the twins off and left without explanation. I had to unprofessionally walk out of a board meeting since my mom had already flown into Atlanta to prepare for the awards.

I could hear the twins causing havoc in my office from outside the door. My assistant was new, young, and sweet-- but a big pushover. So, she definelty was letting them run wild.

When I opened the door that's exactly what they were doing, Rumi had occupied herself in my chair doing a complete 360, while Sir slid his tongue across the glass window. I got an automatic headache just laying eyes on them. When they spotted, they both ran in full speed toward me, almost knocking me over.

"MOMMY! MOMMY!"

I crunched down to hug them, they squeezed me so tight sprinkling wet kisses down my face. "Hi, my babies, I missed you."

"I missss you too." Sir beamed jumping in my arms signaling he wanted to get picked up. Of course, Rumi caught an attitude, so I picked her up too.

"Dr. Knowles I am so-so sorry. I tried to ask her to wait for you-."

"Ella it's fine. It's not your fault, you can postpone the rest of my meetings until I come back from Atlanta."

"Mommy she talks funny." Rumi teased, which made me chuckle.

"She doesn't talk funny she as an accent."

"Akkkceentttt." Rumi repeated.

I smiled putting them both down, they weren't babies anymore and my back always remined me.

"Ella, can you make sure to accommodate the kids snacks for the plane ride. You can take the rest of the day off. I'll see you in the morning before we leave."

"Thank you, Dr. Knowles." As Ella left out, Sir made sure to stick his tongue at her.

"That's not nice." I said running my fingers through his untamed hair. Robyn knew I hated when she kept my kids untamed.

I sat down behind my desk getting ready to text my mother when a call from my lawyer came through.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Knowles what a pleasure...Never thought you'd come back to the big dog."

"Don't flatter yourself Nasir, how've you been?"

"Well since you took my girlfriend sophomore year and made her your first wife, life has been going great."

I rolled my eyes playfully—almost 16 years later and he still could not get over it.

"Well Nasir, I need your help getting custody of my oldest daughter back from my first wife. And I probably need your help settling my divorce with the current one."

"How bad was the custody battle?"

I sighed. "It was bad, they pulled up some shit on me."

"Shit like what Giselle?"

I hated when he used my middle name. "Some deep shit Nas..."

"Ohh... We need to talk in person then."

"Duhhh nigga.""

"You want to come to ATL, or you want to fly me out on one of them jets you just bought."