Beyoncé's POV
" Are you and your hubby having fun?" I said talking on the phone to Rih.
"You seen the pics what do you think?" She chuckled.
"How's business?" She inquired me as I sat in her or my or our big ass office.
"It's really good. You're stuff sells Anna." I smiled looking through her winter 2018 clothing catalog .
"I know it's a gift. But, I was wondering if you would like to fill in for me longer." Rihanna said getting a little excited.
"I would love to but is mama still sick? Is she getting worse. That's not something to celebrate Rihanna!" I shouted sorta at her.
"No, bitch don't yell at me." She giggled.
We play fight a lot.
"What is it then Rihanna? I do not have time for-"
"I'm pregnant. With twins!" She interrupted me.
I squealed in an excitement.
I'm going to be an Aunt.
Aunty Bey.
"Rih! Babies? You?" I shouted with a more excited vibe than before.
"Yeah I want them to be born in the States but I want them to grow up in Barbados. I want them to grow up the way I grew up. Not like you Americans with everything coming so easy for you." She explained to me.
"Well I have to get back to work but I'm so happy for you! Bye Momma Rih!" I ended our conversation.
"Bye Aunty Bey!" She said equally as happy as I did.
"Mrs. Graham is having babies?" Kim said with her nosey ass.
" Go get me a latte." I dismissed her.
•
" Jay, are you planning on having kids?" I asked him as we cuddled on the couch flipping through channels.
" Nope. " He said quickly.
"Nope?" I questioned him.
"Yeah, I don't want kids." He sighed.
" How could you not want kids? How could you not want a little Beyoncé or a little Shawn running around calling you daddy and shit?" I asked confused.
" I don't want another human that is my new responsibility. I can barely take care of myself, how will I take care of another human." He sighed again.
"Well I love kids. And I really wanted some of my own. But I guess if you don't feel that way it's okay. It's not like I was going to be with you forever." I realized getting up.
If Shawn doesn't want kids, then he cannot be the one. My momma taught me that there is no big compromises in a long lasting relationship. If I want kids and he doesn't, that's a big issue.
" Maybe it's best we don't see each other anymore. " I said maybe overreacting immediately regretting it.
"Because I don't want kids..Bey? You're overreacting. Are you pregnant?" He questioned me.
"No, I just don't think it's best that I stay with someone who doesn't want the same things in life that I do."I sighed pulling my hair into a ponytail with the rubber band on my wrist.
"Bey, I just don't want kids right now. Maybe after I've settled down and I've met the perfect wife and we are ready for it." He said pulling me onto his lap and I collapsed into big arms.
" I love you. And if you happen to get pregnant and it's my baby I'm going to be there. And I'll be the best father I can be." He said kissing my forehead then my lips.
" You better." I smiled closing my eyes and falling into a deep slumber.
•
I woke up in a big Brooklyn jersey and my panties.
I was in Shawn's bed and a warm scent of bacon filled my nose.
I quickly opened my eyes and ran downstairs to see Jay cooking. He was wearing a black shirt and that gold chain he always wear, With some baggy jeans and his Timberlands.
I figured he wanted to go somewhere.
I ran behind him and felt the cold tile on my feet instead of the warm wood from the fireplace.
"Good morning baby." I told him smiling widely.
No response. Probably didn't hear me
"Good morning Jay!" I said a little louder my smile wasn't as wide but it was there.
Still no response.
I hit the back of his neck getting his attention finally.
" What the fuck Bey!" He yelled pulling out white earbuds from his ears.
"Ohhh. I'm sorry baby! I thought you were ignoring me!" I said apologizing rubbing the back of his neck where I hit him.
"Go get dressed by the time you're done breakfast will be ready." He mumbled I guess he was mad.
I walked back up the stairs way less excited than the trip down the stairs.
I ran into the guest room now turned into mine. All my clothes were in there and my toiletries.
I pulled out a long sleeve sweater like white shirt that read Brooklyn in white letters from my closet.
I opened my dresser and grabbed some jean shorts.
Going back to my closet I picked out my black Louis Vuitton Stilettos Nicki got me for my last birthday.
Then I decided to apply my makeup. I loosely crimped my hair and put some concealer on. Lastly applied some red lipstick. I grabbed a small jacket that laid on my bed put it on and admired myself in the mirror.
" Damn Bey." I said to myself after looking myself up and down.
When I walked back down the stairs I saw Jay eating and my plate all ready set up right next to me.
He was scrolling through Instagram on his phone.
Not noticing my presence.
I walked to the table and began to eat and watch Jay. For about thirty minutes, Jay would look at me then back at his phone.
"Beyoncé stop starring." He laughed.
"Why? You been ignoring me all morning." I rolled my eyes playfully.
" I'm sorry Bey-Bey." He said reaching for my hand and interlocking our hands.
"It's okay." I blushed at his touch it made me feel safe and warm on the inside.
I pulled out my phone and took a selfie with Jay. My smile was wide, but he wasn't really aware of what was going on but I loved the picture.
