MEGAN
After the longest night of my life. I woke up at noon. It was at least around 12
I was weak. Very weak and grumpy as well. Looking at my bed my heart sank. So it wasn't a bad dream she really left our bedroom!
I took a long bath. My tears were no longer there but I was crying still.
I went downstairs.
Zariah and Sadie were sitting in my living room quietly glued to their phone screens.
"There you are!" Zariah said lifting her eyes from the screen. "Morning," I said and went to the kitchen to grab water. I wasn't hungry, no appetite.
"Mrs King, your wife left this note," Sadie said giving me a piece of paper.
I opened it.
*I had to fly to DC. Two weeks or more, Update me on how the baby is doing on the next appointment(s), please. Take care, Megan,*
I was so sad, tired of crying. I squeezed it into a ball and tossed it in the trash. "Where is Roy?" I asked Sadie. "School."
"Is he okay? I mean after what happened last night?"
"Your wife took care of him. He's okay"
I nodded. "Thank you, Sadie"
"Is my job. Are you okay? What Normani did...."
"It's okay, she needed to let it out somehow, it was now or that stink would blow up in my happy marriage with many more kids"
"She sucks at blurting things out. are you gonna be okay?"
"My wife is angry and see? she's gone, Sadie. So I guess eventually I will be alright"
"Are you divorcing?"
"no. but a lot will change," I said. "VP loves you, Megan. That woman loves you so very much. She is upset, understandably so. But she will come back home, home to you just give her a little time" she said. It was comforting to hear. I became weak again and plopped on a chair.
"Breakfast or lunch?" she asked. "No food for me, please. Water" I said. She pulled water from the refrigerator and handed it to me. I Gulped a bottle full of water.
I spent two weeks completing an album. Then I did the remix with Bey. We listened to the mastered piece together.
The producer applauded. Beyonce smiled excitedly. "I love it," she said. "Stallion?" the producer asked.
"It's alright." they shot me a look. "Why? You heard better?" Beyonce snapped at me. I smiled, "No. It's amazing Bey. Thank you" I said. She nodded and dismissed the team.
"Okay, Second lady. What's eating you up?" she asked shutting the door. "It ain't about the song. But something is going on. So, I'm listening"
"Have you-have you talked to VP lately?" I asked. "VP as in your wife? Yes, a few days ago. She sent me the last cheque and I called and we talked. But it was a short conversation. Why? What's going on?"
"I don't know Bey, your friend left me. She's been in DC for three weeks without calling me or texting me. Yes, I did something horrible. But I miss her voice. I just wanna hear her voice" I said.
"Okay," Beyonce said pulling out her cell phone. She made a car.
On loudspeaker
VP: Vice President Pete...
bey: haha that will get old.
(they laughed)
VP: I was about to call you. did you complete the song with... Megan?
I listened closely
bey: yes an hour ago. It's a hit.
VP: I definitely expected it to be.
bey: well you were right. (y/n kept quiet)
Bey: Y/n...
VP: I'm falling Part.
Bey: why honey, job too hard for you?
VP: please, I can do this in my sleep.
Bey: then why is my best friend falling apart, something you ain't telling me?
VP: yes. Meg and I... it might be over.
Bey: why? what is going on?
VP: we fought. I left. I regret leaving because she's all I think about. My kids. I'm falling apart, Bey. I don't think I'm gonna make it through. Maybe if I could just hear her voice. Maybe if she tells me she loves me...fuck what am I saying?
Bet: Call your wife Vice President. Now!! I gotta go. I will call you later.
