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Thirty-Nine

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February 1st, Thursday 2024
Megan Knowles
5:30 am

"What do you want for your birthday?" Beyoncé asks while straddling me

I chuckle softly as I push her hair out of her beautiful face, so I can get a better look at my woman in this dark lighting. Bey loves sitting on top of me, I'm literally her favorite seat and I mean that in a sexual and nonsexual way.

She used to be very insecure about sitting on top of me after having our twins because she thought she was too heavy. I made sure she knew she wasn't heavy at all, I love when she sits on top of me I love her lil thick fine ass.

"Nothing, you've given me everything I could possibly ask for." I reply making her smile widely

"Shut up.. no I haven't." She whispers before resting her small hand on my cheek

"You've giving me everything." I repeat but a little slower before kissing her freehand that's not on my cheek

"Our three beautiful children" I say softly

"I know how hard it was on your body to carry the twins and I don't even know how to thank you for that. I'm forever grateful to you." I add on

She looks down at me while caressing my face softly as she listens to me express my gratitude to her.

"It was so hard on my body..remember those times when I would come home from rehearsal, and just lay down on the floor because I was in so much pain I couldn't make it to the bed?" She asks me

"Yeah..I remember baby. I would carry you into the bathroom and bathe you myself. I hate that you went through something so hard and challenging on your body." I reply

"I decided to do it, plus we got two beautiful out of the deal. I would go through it all over again for Sir and RuRu." She says before leaning down and pecking my lips

"And they all look so much like you. Three mini Beyoncé's running around here I can't believe it." I mutter while resting my thumb on her bottom lip

"Well one of them isn't mini anymore." She says

"Don't even remind me." I reply making her chuckle

"We literally have a twelve year old, that's so fucking crazy." She responds

"I know it's really insane." I agree

"When I did that interview last month they asked me if I was pregnant and it made me super...sad?" She finishes her sentence almost like it's a question

"It made you sad?" I ask before resting my hand on her thigh to comfort her

"Yeah, I think I really wanted to have another baby but it's not for me, I'm very scared of even thinking about that shit especially after the miscarriage.." she explains clearly holding back tears

"My body literally doesn't feel the same after my miscarriage." She adds on

"I'm so sorry..I'm sorry I wasn't at home to care for you." I whisper while softly kissing all over her face