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Y/N's P.O.V
I stood in my closet, throwing on a Jalen Hurts jersey. Blue and I were going to take a quick flight to Arizona. She wanted to watch the Super Bowl game so I was gonna take her.
Although she is my child, I thought it was best to inform Beyoncé that I was taking her out the state. That's the first time I talked to her since she told me about Blue.
I really love Blue so it's not about her being my kid or anything. It's just that Beyoncé had the nerve to look me in my face for ten years and didn't think to say anything. It's a trust issue.
To my surprise, Beyoncé wanted to go to the Super Bowl game. She doesn't normally pop out to places. I know she's just trying to see me. Most likely wants to talk.
No matter how I feel, nothing is going to change the fact that Blue is my child. Did Beyoncé keep that a secret for an unbelievably long time? Yes, but what does that change? Nothing.
I've known Beyoncé basically all my life. Which is too long to not at least give her the chance of us talking this through. Besides all of that, I miss her. I miss my nugget.
We've been rocking together for 31 years. At this point I really don't think anything can break us. Better yet, I don't want anything to break us. Sometimes I hate how much I need her.
"Y/N?" I heard from Beyoncé, who had to just get here.
I exited my room, satisfied with my outfit. Blue was watching TV until it was time to go. I went down to the living room and there Beyoncé stood.
She's so fucking gorgeous and that alone has gotten me to fold so many times throughout our friendship. The thoughts of 2011 also popped into my brain, randomly.
Quite insane that to this day, she's still the best partner I've had sexually. The way I used to fuck her, I know the fans would pay to see it. But that's not the point, she just look good as hell.
"Hey." Beyoncé spoke.
"Hey." I replied.
"I'm sorry." She started, already trying to apologize.
Although I don't want to hear it. Let's just move forward with life. I'm too old for this shit, literally.
"I know. Come here." I say, extending my arms out.
There was a confused look on her face but she didn't hesitate to take the hug. I wrapped my arms around her, loving the feeling that I get every time we touch.
