Onika's Anatomy

I Want You Back

A week later

Beyoncé POV

"It appears that your tube has regrown but it's so small—I doubt sperm cells would fit through it. Your ejaculation specimen was negative for any sperm cells.... There is a high probability that the child she is carrying is not yours." Dr. Haze said.

"Talk statistics, what percentage are we looking at?"

He sighed. "I would put it at a 99.5% chance—everything looks good so far... Dr. Knowles I trust that your vasectomy is working, it's been about two years?"

I sighed. "Yea..."

"To make you feel more at ease I'm going to schedule you for a revision tomorrow morning."

"Okay." I grabbed my purse and thanked him making my way to the receptionist at the front. After scheduling my appointment for the next day, I made my way to Blue's school.

I had gotten a call that she was yet again in another fight—I was becoming sick of the gentle parenting shit now. Today we were going to get to the bottom of whatever the hell she had going on. 

Last week was nothing short of amazing, we enjoyed our trip to The Bahamas. Blue was basking in glory based on the fact that Megan was too nauseous to even leave the house. We did tons of activities and she surely tried to break my pockets on Bay Street. She kept telling me how happy she was and how much she loved us spending time together, she was even so happy to the point she held a short conversation with Megan. So, I could not understand where the sudden change in behavior arose from.

Speaking of Megan, I gave her the cold shoulder most of the trip. It was not her business that I had a vasectomy done. I had made the decision two years ago, having kids was never really in my long-term goals—I love my kids don't get me wrong. But I always imagined myself dominating the medical industry without any to worry about. But three damn kids and two baby mamas' later—this shit was for the birds. The only woman I had intended to get pregnant almost lost her life to it. And now tussling with the fact that I could possibly be having a fourth child.

Then the thought of Megan fucking on me would send me over the edge. I'm Beyoncé for Christ's sake—nobody fucks on me. I did not want to believe that she did but then again, I've been a hoe—probably still am, but my point is I know how the game works. Between our calls and facetime sessions I would expect her to be hard at work, but you only need 5 minutes to buss a quick nut.

I've sadly juggled having an ex-wife, wife, kids, and a girlfriend. So yes, I believe there is always room to cheat unfortunately. And something deep down inside of me was telling me that this baby was not mines. Hence why I hired a private investigator to follow her ass around. Megan was the type to come after your bank accounts. She came from money, but not the type of money that I had.

I pulled into Blue's school parking lot quickly making my way to the principal's office. I know this man was tired of seeing my face, for most of the year I've been sitting in his office like I was the damn student. As soon as the receptionist and I made eye contact she ushered me toward his office. When I stepped inside Blue was sitting in the corner, as soon as my eyes landed on her she dropped her head to avoid eye contact.

"Dr. Knowles—have a seat." I nodded taking a seat in front of her principal. In front of him was a short stack of papers, he began separating through them. For some reason I felt like this was not going to end well.

"These here..." He said shuffling through the papers. "Are all infringements based upon Miss.Blue's behavior. Now Dr. Knowles you have been a prodigious support to this school. Your monetary gifts provided us the opportunity to build a new library, but unfortunately the behavior of Miss Knowles does not align with the goals and values we set forth for our students. I am sorry to inform you but Miss.Knowles has been officially expelled..."