Drunk In Love

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Beyoncé's POV
Manhattan, NY
November 20

Robyn and I were in her car, hotboxing.

I'm sure Solange was fast asleep because she had been at the hospital all day. So we let her peacefully rest as we went somewhere else to smoke.

"This shit is good. You need to tell me where you got it from." I rasped after hitting the blunt that she'd gifted me.

"My home country." She chuckled. Her eyes were red and low. I knew mine looked exactly the same. "I been getting my weed and shit from the same guy since I was a teenager."

"Pothead." I joked.

"I have good weed, that's why." She waved me off, taking a pull from her own blunt.

We'd been down here for half an hour. We were really cutting it up. I knew our next conversation was slowly about to go deep.

"You ever think about what's next?" I asked, staring at nothing in particular.

"Now? Or like...later?"

"Later." I replied. "In like 5 years."

"I'll be married to your sister." She spoke. There was a lot of certainty in her voice. "You?"

I took a second to think before responding.

"Me and Nika gon' have 5 more kids."

"All you do is fuck. My gawwddd." She groaned. "Yuh need ta get snipped."

"You want kids?" I turned to her after deeply exhaling.

"I think so."

"Think?"

I couldn't remember if Solange wanted kids or not. She probably did, but not so early into her career.

"I like being an aunt. It's like being a part time parent." She explained. "Maybe I'll be a godmother to your next kid or Lauren's."

"For real this time?" I laughed before taking a long pull. "You not gon' quit boot camp."

"Lo is mean as hell. I be scared of her." Robyn chuckled. "I ain't doing no boot camp again."

"You failed boot camp twice." I poked fun at her.

I heard her suck her teeth. "You lucky I'm high. I was about to pull out your failures." She side-eyed me.

I mushed her head, causing her to laugh obnoxiously.

"When is the most anticipated Knowles wedding taking place?"

"My wedding is the most anticipated?"

"Mhm." She nodded. "We all know it's about to be the biggest. Especially with Onika's dream wedding."

"Nah, me and Nika gon' skydive for our wedding, that's it." I spoke, seriously.

When Robyn's eyes met mine, we both bursted out laughing.

"You know damn well Onika Tanya Maraj would never be caught dead jumping out of a plane." She completely shut down the joke. "What are you thinking about for real though?"

"Mora said we should have 2 weddings."

"She always wanted her mom to have a big wedding." Robyn told me. "I remember Nika used to watch those random wedding videos with Mora."

"So how many weddings do I have to have then?"

"I think one wedding is fine. Maybe because that's what is normal." Robyn said in a condescending tone.