Drunk In Love

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Onika's POV
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July 22

"Get out if you're going to be annoying." I hoarsely told Beyoncé as she stood beside the bed.

"I'm trying to cater to you."

"Leave. I'm deadass about to throw up on you." I waved her off and she started laughing. "I'm not playin'."

"I'll be back when you need something." She finally left me alone and I relaxed.

I'd been throwing up ever since I landed in Houston. I was pretty sure this was food poisoning. My fever was high and I was just vomiting every few minutes.

I was sad because I didn't get to hold my babies. I was basically quarantining except I wasn't infectious.

Plus, there were people going in and out of this house as I laid helplessly in this bed.

Beyoncé was coming in and out of the room, checking on me. I was in the guest room because I didn't want to barf all over my bed.

I tried to sleep but I rushed to get up and go throw up. My hair was already tied up, so I didn't have to worry about it as I threw up.

When I'd finished, I gargled some water and popped a piece of gum. I got back in bed and snuggled myself up.

There was a knock at the door and I responded for them to come in. Zamora walked through with a tray of snacks.

"Hey, baby. That's for me?"

"Yes, mama told me to give you it because she said you were being mean to her." She handed me the tray. I just put it on the bed next to me.

"Now why is your mama saying all of that?" I thanked her.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "I made a sign for the door."

"Where is it?"

"I left it in my room."

"What does it say?"

"Don't come in." She explained to me. I started cackling and she smiled.

"Wow, you want mommy to be lonely?"

"You're sick." She sighed. "Mama said you have a fever so I need to bring you an ice pack for your head."

My brows knitted for a second. "Ok, you go get that for me." I told her. She turned and ran out of the room.

She made sure to shut the door behind herself. As I waited for her, Beyoncé came back to bother me.

"I called up my private doctor and he's sending some people over to look after you, ok?" She spoke.

"Oh, thank you." I sighed.

"You want a kiss? You need some sort of affection, I feel bad." Beyoncé sympathised. I nodded whilst pouting.

"That would make me feel better."

"Too bad." She bursted out laughing. "I love you though. I'll be back when the doctors get here."

I loudly huffed because she was basically taunting me. It took Zamora a minute to come back. When she did, I watched her stick the sign on my door.

"Thank you, Zamora." I sarcastically showed my gratitude.

"Here, mom." She handed me an ice pack wrapped in a cover and I took it to my head. It genuinely made me feel a lot better.

She left to go play or something. I didn't hear her too well. I just closed my eyes and tried to rest.