I DO!!

Onika

It's been four days since Beyoncé's Birthday, and here I am right now doing mad Errands to make sure Beyoncé's Birthday Bash comes out great, amazing, perfect and just all around fantastic.

I know, I know Beyoncé's Birthday was four days ago, literally. And we celebrated it by having a Birthday Dinner Party for her, but we also have to throw her Annual Birthday Bash that she has every single year.

My baby doesn't even throw Birthday Parties on her actual Birthday, for some reason.

But don't even judge cause some people don't even throw Birthday Parties on their actual Birthdays either.

Plus my baby Beyoncé most definitely deserves two Parties, you know to acknowledge, to enjoy and to just celebrate Beyoncé being born on this Earth.

Anyways right now I'm calling The Bakery, to see how Beyoncé's Birthday Cake is coming along.

"Hello, how may I help you." I hear a Bakery Clerk say to me.

I sigh in relief as someone finally answers my Call, cause I've been calling this Bakery for the past thirty minutes.

Like a few minutes ago I was honestly gonna cry if they didn't pick up.

"Um, yeah. This is Onika Knowles and I just called to ask if the Birthday Cake is done." I ask her.

"Cause I'm hea, waiting right outside in The Parking Lot, you know so that I pick it up." I add.

"Okay, wait one moment Mrs. Knowles." The Bakery Clerk said to me.

I hear some people talking and fingers typing away on a keyboard.

I get comfortable in this seat, while patiently waiting.

I look around while quietly humming to myself, to pass the time.

Twenty minutes pass and I'm still waiting.

Now I'm honestly getting really bored and irritated so much right now, cause how long does it take to tell me if a Cake is done and or how a Cake is coming along.

Like it shouldn't be taking centuries just to tell me that shit.

I take a few deep breaths in and out, while I then look down at my belly, gently rubbing circles on it with my free hand.

I'm doing this to calm down, cause I really don't wanna cause any stress on me and my baby.

Anyways I take another few deep breaths in and out as I then slowly look back up, looking forward.

"So, yeah um. Is the Birthday Cake done yet or not." I ask, bluntly.

I hear the people in the background stop talking as The Bakery Clerk talks again.

"No, The Birthday Cake is not done Mrs. Knowles. The Bakers really haven't even started on it yet, at all really." The Bakery Clerk tells me.

After she said that my chest starts heaving up and down really fast, causing me to not control any of my breathing, at all.

Oh my God what is this, is this a panic attack or what, but all I know is that I'm feeling so so many emotions right now.

I gotta calm down, I gotta calm down, I gotta calm down, I gotta calm down, I gotta calm down.

I know I do but I can't, and that just makes me cry immediately.

God I'm failing my Husband, this Cake for her was supposed to have been done by this time, I was supposed to pick it up, that's why I'm here right now.

Why me God why me. I haven't even did nonthang to nobody, why me.

I cry even harder.

I'm really crying while still on the phone with the people I wanna choke, damn these hormones.