You was made for me
Yeah but all you do is take from me
All you bring around is hate for me
I don't think you safe for me
I'm fucked up but you was made for me
- MajorNine
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"So who's pregnant?" The doctor asked, chuckling nervously, sensing the tension as G, Bree, and I sat in the room.
Bree held her hand up smiling proudly like she just hit the jackpot. If she was truly pregnant with Beyoncé's baby, then indeed she has, her and the baby would be set for life. Damn if she was broke and needed a little money she should've just said that before all of this I've been in a good mood I probably would've thrown her a little something.
"Okay looks like you about nine weeks... Congratulations?" The doctor didn't know whether this was a good thing or not as Bree smiled and Giselle and I looked like we rather be anyplace but here.
"Thank you." Bree said, making me roll my eyes for the umpteenth time this morning.
The doctor began to ask her if she's ever been pregnant, getting into her medical history. Been there, done that. My phone dinged notifying me that I received a text taking my attention from the bullshit at hand.
4Lifersss💜💜: 👀 4Lifersss💜💜: I've been up since 7 waiting to get in this business 4Lifersss💜💜: what's going on????
: 💔💔💔
4Lifersss💜💜: I'll never be a auntie to that lil mf 😤
: we ain't did the test yet lmaooooo : she definitely pregnant tho
4Lifersss💜💜: I said what I said 😬
"Before you all get into that." Beyoncé interrupted the doctor, who was ready to set future appointments. "We need a DNA test done today." That got my attention, prompting me to put my phone down.
"Oh okay." The man in the white coat cleared his throat, now understanding the reason for the tension that enclosed us all in the small room. "Yeah... I can have a nurse come in here." He looked at Bree making sure it was okay.
"You'll be wasting your time sir, it's her baby." Bree laughed lightly, making Bey clench her fist. Rubbing my hand over her knuckles she relaxed, taking my hand in hers.
"It's no problem. I think it's good for the baby to clear up any doubt." The doctor eyed G, seeing she was trying her hardest not to disrespect the girl. "I'll send a nurse." He patted Giselle shoulder.
"Can it be nurse Ciara please?" The man smiled and nodded before leaving out.
"Who the fuck is Ciara?" Bree asked before I could even blink.
"Damn, are you going to let me be the girlfriend?" This bitch wanted to be everything, already claiming to be the baby mama she wasn't going to be the girlfriend too.
