Not Expected [BeyoncexCiara] *COMPLETED*

First Fight

(Bey's P.O.V.)

                      Next morning, I woke up alone. No Ciara, just me. Don't tell me she went back on tour without waking me or even telling me. I got out of bed and saw a note on the bedside table.

Sorry, baby. Had to be back on tour. :( Love you. XOXO

~Ci ❤

I can't believe it. She just leaves me without a proper good-bye! Furious, I stomped in the bathroom, and took an angry shower. Which consisted of me standing in there for almost an hour, accidentally scratching myself when I wash up, and getting mad all over again.

I tried calling Ci as I fed Blue her breakfast. She wouldn't pick up. Thirteen times. Thirteen. What was so important she couldn't answer a phone call? From. Her. Girlfriend?

Finally, someone picked up. But it wasn't Ciara's voice. It was her manager. It gave me an idea, and he would be very useful.

~

"This is nice, Blue. What do you think?" I asked my daughter as we walked into a very fancy hotel. And not just any hotel. The one Ciara's staying at for now.

Not bothering to put my shades on, I rolled my suitcase to an elevator to go to her room. We were only staying the night, but I had to pack nightclothes and tomorrow's clothes, and Blue's clothes, and her toys so she can sleep peacefully tonight. Blue hung onto my shirt as I balanced her on my hip, and we arrived to the correct floor. A lady saw us and fainted on who I assume was her boyfriend. Flashing them a quick smile, I got to Ciara's room door and knocked.

"Who is it?" She answered nervously.

Opting to stay quiet, Ciara slowly opened the door. When she saw my face, she froze. She was dressed in an outfit for a show, I bet.

"Can I please come in?" I asked politely.

Ciara moved out of the way to let Blue and I in. I sat the suitcase out of the way, then sat Blue on a bed.

"Bey, what are you doing here? I have a show to do," Ciara pointed out.

"I can see that. Why did you leave me?" I counter-asked.

Her head hung as she shut the door. "I had to, for the--"

"You and I both know you didn't leave early for the tour. Talk to me! Did I do something wrong?"

Ciara sighed. "The baby's right there."

I gave her a look, the snatched the remote off the table and turned to cartoons. Blue's attention immediately went to the screen, and I tossed the remote on the other bed. Turning back to Ciara, I crossed my arms.

"Better? Now, I want an answer. Why did you leave me this morning? I was so upset, Ciara. And then you didn't answer my calls? Why?"

"Bey, I'm so sorry, but I just had to. I can't tell you."

"Why won't you tell me?!" I shouted, losing control of my anger.

"Quiet down!" Ciara said, holding her hands up.

"Not until you answer me! I want an answer, NOW!"

"You don't have to yell at me!" Ciara yelled back.

"Obviously, I do! You can't hear when I'm talking in my normal voice!"

"Yes, I can! I was just about to tell you!"

"Then tell me!"

"Fine! Since you're so immature that you have to yell at me to get what you want! Rihanna came to the house yesterday!"

My jaw clenched in anger. She lied to me in my face yesterday. And Rihanna visited, too? I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from exploding.

"And you know what she did? She came in an-and she pinned m-me against the wall and she kissed me, Bey! An...and...I-I kissed her back!"

The frown dropped and so did my arms. She kissed back. Now, if Rihanna had kissed her, I would have understood and got back at her. But the fact that Ciara kissed her back hurt me even worse. My vision blurred, and I wiped them away.

"Her kissing you is one thing," I choked out. "But you kissing her back isn't fair, Ciara. It's just not fair! Do you still have feelings for her? Do you still love her?"

Nothing. She looked away from me.

"Since you can't answer me, I'm going so you can think or whatever. Watch Blue." I went and opened the door.

"But, I have a concert," she quietly protested.

I spun around and gave her an evil look that she flinched at. "Watch. Blue."

And I turned and stormed out. I needed to release this steam. As I stepped into the warm air, I waved my hand for a taxi.

~

The music was extremely loud, the bass thundering in my ears. I danced along with the other sweaty bodies in the club. My mind was free, and I didn't have a care in the world. The guy I was dancing with turned me around and was saying something.

"Huh?! Sorry, I can't hear you! Lets go somewhere quieter!" I shouted, leading him to a corner of the place.

"I said, do you maybe wanna get out of here?" He asked.

At first, I really was contemplating it. But, two wrongs don't make a right. I shook my head. "Sorry. I have a girlfriend and baby to get home to."

"Oh. Well, maybe next time?"

"No," I deadpanned, before making my way out the club. I called for a taxi and waited. The guy from before tried to talk me into getting my number. When the taxi came, I got in and ignored him.

No matter how mad I was at Ciara, cheating on her wasn't going to help solve anything. I told the driver the address, then sat back and started thinking about the whole situation.