Life {COMPLETED}

Chapter Twelve

(Get yall tissue boxes out)

Megan POV 

I smiled at my reflection in the mirror and ran my hand happily across my forming baby bump. My skin was snatched and flawless as my French tip manicures danced across my skin. I stared proudly at my reflection until someone came into the room and hugged me from behind while wrapping their arms around my waist. They began to rub my belly making our daughter jump for joy. However, I just couldn't bring myself to look at the person's face. As much as I tried to I simply couldn't, I could move my eyes to look everywhere but at them.

"Look at me Mama." I heard the voice but at the same time, I didn't. Like I heard what they said but all I heard were words, there wasn't identification behind it. From the booming in my ear, I could tell that the person standing behind me said it. Yet and still, I could not bring myself to look at this mystery person.

"Look at me." The voice said a bit sterner making my panties go damp. I opened my mouth to speak but my mouth ran dry, and my words got stuck in my throat. I bit the corner of my lip in frustration. Why can't I see or hear anything about this person? Who in the hell is so important that I can't even look at them? Is it Jesus cause I mean I was a virgin and now I'm pregnant, its giving very much Virgin Mary? But anyway.

I sighed and dropped my head and felt the tears swell up in my eyes out of frustration. I felt a finger go under my chin and lift my head back up, making me look myself in the eyes. "Megan..." the voice said softly.

Strangely I felt my body get heavier and heavier.

"Megan..." the voice said again but this time it was faint.

"Megan come back to me in the real world." Was the last thing I barely heard. Then, there was total darkness and silence.

"Megan..." I heard again lightly.

"Megann..."

"Megan!" I heard Cardi yell making my snap back into reality. For some reason I broke down crying. Everything was starting to get overwhelming, and that hallucination did not help matters.

Who was that? Why did it feel real? Most importantly, why the hell was I pregnant?

I sighed and dropped my head on the steering wheel to collect my thoughts. Then it hit me.

Flashback 4 Years ago

I giggled as I ran through the house as Beyoncé chased me. She got mad that I said I would suck the soul out her dick, and she got mad that I found it funny.

Just as I turned the corner, I ran into her and she picked me up and threw me over her shoulder, making me squeal.

"You gone stop playin' with me Ma." She slapped my ass making me accidentally moan out. "Yo' lil nasty ass." She chuckled and laid me on the bed and hovered over me. "Now you said you was gone do what?" She slightly choked me making my center drip and throb more.

She applied more pressure to my throat making me bite my lip in pleasure. "I asked you a question. You wanted to be bold early so you can be bold now."

"I- I- I said I was gone suck the soul out your dick." I said lowly.

"And what else did you do?"

"I started grinding on you and teasing you while you were on the phone even after you told me to stop. And then I started walking around the house naked." Yeah, I'm in deep shit right now.

"Exactly, so you think it's nice to give me blue balls. That shit is uncomfortable, I should start letting you see how that feels. You wanna see how that feel don't you?" She said with her hand wrapped around my throat still.