Ignored (Beyoncé) Part 2

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I DID NOT PROOF READ

You couldn't believe that you were gonna be a mother. Although you really happy about it a question just so happened to cross your mind, Was the child yours. You walked over to the couch so your mind could calm down while Beyoncé just looked at you with fear and worry written all over her face. The question just wouldn't leave your mind so you asked "Is the child mines" you asked not realizing that tears were running down your face

Beyoncé 's once fearful and worried face turned to pure shock. "Who else's child would it fucking be Y/N!" Beyoncé  could be the sweetest person you'll ever meet or the devil her self and right now she definitely wasn't sweet . "Do you truly think so lowly of me that you think i'd sleep with with someone other than you!, The one person i love more than anything in the world". After Beyoncé said that the only thing you felt was guilt.

The Next Day

Beyoncé had made you sleep on the couch last night but honestly you couldn't care less about that it was the fact that you hurt her so bad that she cried herself to sleep. If it wasn't obvious enough you were feeling like a real jackass right now. You needed to apologize to Bey in the most romantic way you could. So before Bey could walk out you went to get flowers, all her favorite foods, and just romantic stuff in general from the store.

After you got back from the store it was 6am so you still had time to prepare everything before she woke up. When you were done cooking and setting up the flowers, you put down rose petals leading from you and Bey's bedroom to the living room. When she woke up she had absolutely no words. "I figured since you and i need to talk we could do it in style"



A/N: I kinda had to rush to finish this since my friends wanted me to play my viola with them, and I'm really sorry abut the cliffhangers, i have a problem with that. But other than that i will be writing part 3 and have a good Morning/Night


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