One Night Stand

Chapter 11

Onika's POV

"Be good to your momma," I said. Ayla babbled at me in return. I handed her over, completely nervous.

"Don't worry if all else fails I'll call Robyn," she said. Although I know it pained her to say that it definitely made me feel better.

"Alright," I smiled, "But don't forget you can call me too."

"Ummm no, goodbye Onika I'll see you Wednesday night," she said, shooing me out the door. I sulked on the way to my car.

"Robyn," I whined while answering the phone.

She chuckled, "I'm guessing you just dropped Ayla off."

"Yes, I'm so depressed," I pouted.

"You are so dramatic, you should really consider becoming an actress," she chuckled again.

"I'm glad my pain brings you joy," I said, putting my car in reverse.

"Come over," she said.

"No, at some point I have to work Robyn," I said.

"Come over and do your work," she countered.

"No girl. You never let me do my work. I'm so far behind," I complained.

"Come over and I'll help. I promise," Robyn begged.

"Fine but the moment you distract me. I'm leaving," I said, hanging up. The gate to Robyn's compound swung open as soon as I pulled up. I continued another mile until her house came into view. I rolled my eyes at the extravagance, between her and Beyonce my daughter will have no shortage of anything she wants.

"Hi," she greeted me when I parked, waving both hands. I let out a giggle.

"I don't think anyone has ever greeted me this enthusiastically, not even my childhood puppy," I smiled getting out of the car.

"Have they seen you because they should be," she said rushing over to give me a hug.

"I thought you were supposed to play it cool in front of the women you like," I said.

"That's overrated. I'd rather simp," she said, grabbing my laptop bag out the back seat. "You need anything else?" I shook my head no and grabbed her hand as we walked into her house. "Come to the lab with me," she said before I could head to her living room.

"I know you not about to whip up some new music," I squealed.

"Not even on the best day," she laughed. "I got a couple people coming over to use it so I gotta clean it and shit, make sure all my unreleased music is not on the computers. Last thing I need is a leak."

"Rih, you didn't tell me you had people coming over," I whined.

"Baby this house is so big if you don't wanna see people for all of eternity you wouldn't have to, plus you can hang in my room. It has an office, a bed and a bathroom. Your own personal lair," she smiled at me. I silently sulked behind her. I don't want to share her with other people. "What's wrong NicNac?"

"Nothing," I shot back. She abruptly turned around, causing me to bump into her chest.

"I asked what's wrong," she repeated.

"I said nothing."

"I don't like liars and I think it's childish that you either can't put into words what's wrong, or you can't put into words that you would prefer not to talk about. Clearly something is wrong. I can guess at it, but I prefer not to make assumptions. Would you like to try your answer again," she asked, folding her arms over her chest before quickly putting her arms by her side.

"I just didn't know other people would be here and I'd rather not share you, but it felt stupid to say that because you have to work, and you have friends and shit. I'm just jealous because I don't, I guess," I said. She smiled at me before pecking my forehead.

"I'm not excluding you, come down and meet some people. Plus, they are my colleagues, not my friends. I have to make money. I do it in my house for privacy. I'm sorry. I should have warned you that there'll be people over, but they'll be gone by nine and we'll have the night to watch movies and chill. Is that a good deal?"

I smiled up at her before blushing at the fact that she was looking at me so intensely. I gave a quick nod, and she seemed satisfied enough to continue the journey, sticking her hand out behind her. I grabbed it and we made our way to the studio, with interlocked fingers.

Beyonce POV

"Okay I know you barely know me, but this crying shit is getting real played out," I sighed looking at the child in the bouncer. "Why did I even ask your mom for overnights? You clearly don't even like me." She continued screaming at the top of her lungs, turning red in the face and all. I gave in after another 15 minutes and called the banshee's mother.

"Hel-"

"Yo, you gotta come get her. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with her," I said before hanging up. My phone immediately rang. "What."

"Is it a medical emergency," she asked. "I sent you the pediatrics info."

"No, she just won't shut up. Like she's screaming," I said. The line went quiet, and I heard an accent. "Are you with Robyn right now?"

"Okay are you holding her," she asked.

"No."

"Pick her up. Her screams don't sound like she's in pain. When was the last time you fed her?"

"Whenever you fed her."

"You haven't" she started before she took a deep breath. "I dropped her seven hours ago and gave her suggested feeding schedule. When were you planning on feeding Ayla, Beyonce?"

"I don't know, I just figured I'd feed her when I ate." I said. "Hello," I asked after moments of silence.

"Yeah, so do you know how to warm up her bottles. I gave you some pumped milk. You put them in the fridge, right? I told you to, when I handed you the list of directions and suggestions."

"It was a full binder Onika. I was not about to read that."

I heard maniacal laughter before the phone hung up. My phone dinged with a text from Crazy BM 'Please try to figure out how to make her a formula bottle. If that is deemed too difficult for you pick her up and sing to her. I at least know you can do that if nothing else. I'll be there in 20.'