Not Expected [BeyoncexCiara] *COMPLETED*

Lunch

(Bey's P.O.V.)

                          The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Blue Ivy's cries. At nine in the morning. NINE!!! That's too early. FOR ME! I groaned, then got out of bed. Shrugging on a silk robe, I stumbled out the room and into the hallway. Luckily, she was just next door, so I could turn around and be right in her room. She was only a year old, and wakes up crying. I'm guessing they're nightmares, but I'll never know. Atleast, not now.

"Shhhhhh, Mommy's got ya," I cooed, picking her up out of her crib. She gradually stopped crying as I rocked her side to side.

I couldn't get over the fact that she looked just like Jay. The guy I was married to for over two years. The guy who caused me so much pain. It's been hard trying to live and forget about him, especially all we've been through. When we first got together, sparks flew, connections were made, and happiness inhabited every cell in our bodies. I couldn't have asked for a better man to marry at the time, and the result was little Blue.

Now, I regret it. And all I want to do is smack him upside his big, fat head and make him pay. Pay for all the damage he's done to me. He made me look stupid at parties, stayed out late without my consent, and just seemed to not care about me anymore. The disrespect was too much, and I couldn't handle it any longer. Besides, I wished him all the luck in the world for him and whoever this girl was that he had. It was for the best, so we both could be happy. Blue popped into our heads, and we worked out an agreement that I would be her guardian, but he picks her up every other weekend. Her dad may not be there 24/7, but atleast she knows who he is.

Blue fell back asleep, and I laid her back in her crib. Then, I sneaked out and down the stairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. Lately, I've been slacking off in cooking any kind of food. It's usually a half-hearted meal that I can't stand to eat, so I eat something simple most of the time. Like a nice salad or some cereal. Today was a cereal day, and I poured the Frosted Flakes in a huge bowl, drowned it in milk, then plopped down in my living room. The best thing about no tours or loads of performances is that I can just relax and watch cartoons most mornings.

By then, it was ten-something, and I had a text from an unknown number. Curiously confused, I opened the text.

[Unknown Number]: Hi, Bey! It's Ci, and I was wondering if we could get together around lunchtime?

I smiled to myself as I read it. I can picture her just saying that. Milk dribbled down my chin, and I used the back of my hand to wipe it up. I make more messes than Blue.

Me: Sure, that sounds great! My place or yours?

It feels good going out and doing something productive with my social life. It has been going down the drain since the divorce, all because of my fear of losing my sanity all together. I've been so accustomed to doing everything with him, it seems weird to still be hanging out with "our" friends with just me and no him. Except Rihanna. We still talk a lot.

[Unknown Number]: Whatever you want. We can go out or just stay in.

Me: My house and stay in. I look a mess.

[Unknown Number]: As if that's even possible. ;)

I smiled again and programmed her number into my phone. She has such a sweet heart, and is so kind in asking what I would prefer. My other friends "friendly forced" me outside to a place. Even if I wasn't truly feeling good.

When twelve rolled around, I was in sweatpants and a t-shirt, my hair in a messy bun, Blue on the floor with her toys. I knew Ciara wasn't going to be on time, and I respected that. She has a billion other things to do than drop everything she's doing and come to me for my calls and pleads. She is a hard-working woman, too. And even though I'm 'The' Beyoncé nobody can cancel all their plans that interfere with the ones they have with me--