A/N: i finally made part 3! it took me a while. But i did it!
"Look i'm sorry my mind was spiraling and so many questions were just coming to mind-" before you could finish you looked in her her eyes and saw sadness and rage, which was not a good mix when it came to Beyoncé "you hurt me" she said, her voice laced with anger. You looked at her with tears pouring out your eyes "i didn't-" you thought to yourself for a minute if you lie you'll be killed by your own wife so shut the actual fuck up or tell the truth. "I didn't think that you would ever would ever actually want kids with me and i just started to panic, and my mind just sunk deeper and deeper and i'm so sorry that i asked that stupid question" you could see a hint of pity in her eyes before it faded away "You're sleeping on the couch for 2 weeks and i don't wanna hear anything about it. she said as tears of her own flow out of her eyes.
"Let me tell you this" Bey said as she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, "You pull some shit like that again i'll make sure you never see the light of day again, now give me the Oreos". She said pushing you back "well damn...i'll go get em after i call my Alex" Beyoncé looked at you with with glare so bad you might as well be dead "What would you expect! She's my bestfriend" you said amused by the glare.
"i'm gonna kill you right here and now if you don't get me my cookies" She said looking not to sweet. "imma be right back my little honey bunches of oats" Bey looked at you like you were a gay at a homophobe convention "What kinda name is that?". As a response all you could do is shrug as you got her the cookies.
The rest of the night you guy cuddled, ate, and talked about your child. You guys then lived happily ever after with a few gunshots here and there.
The End
