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𝑂𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑎
"Mama T, you want any help?" I asked, slipping into the kitchen. It was thanksgiving and I felt a bit out of place for not participating in making the food. Usually, I help my mom and my friends would come in and out bothering us, but this year it'll be Beyoncé's family plus mine with the inclusion of Lauren, Robyn, and Kelly with her husband, Tim.
Ms. Tina didn't play though. When she was in the kitchen she preferred to be in there alone. I was only hoping to get the chance to help in some form or fashion. I felt lazy.
"No, sweetheart. I'm all good in here. All that's left is the potato salad and I got a special recipe for that one, too." She chuckled, stirring up her soup pot. She this aura to her, so kind and welcoming. Just like my mommy. I was glad she took so kindly to me. I was afraid she wouldn't like me.
"Where did all your recipes come from, Mama T?" I sat at the island and watched her cook. She turns to me with a straight face, her beautifully aged hands resting on her wide hips.
"Now, if I told you that I'd have to kill you." Her voice darkened.
"O-oh– I–" I scrambled for an excuse, but was suddenly cut off by her hearty laughter. A shy blush came to my face.
Her laughter died down soon after, "I'm just kiddin', sweetheart. I got'em from my own mother. Wanted to pass the gift down to my kids but one doesn't care to be in the kitchen and the other can't boil a pot of water to save her life." She shook her head making me giggle.
"Believe me, I know. Almost burned my house down the first morning I let her stay over." We laughed again and it wasn't even a minute later that Beyoncé was walking in.
"Y'all talkin' bad 'bout me?" She mugged, hopping up onto the island to sit down.
"No." I lied.
"Mhmm," she hummed, eyeing me. "That's why you pregnant now."
I choked on air, her mother turned to us with wide eyes. "Y'all havin' a baby?!"
"What?! N-no! Oh my gosh, no! Beyoncé!" I hopped up to pull her ear. "Take it back!" I grit.
"I can't take back the truth!" She whined, prying me off of her, but I wasn't gonna let go. I pulled harder on her ear and only let go when I felt she had enough.
I'ma beat her ass. Coming up in here lying to people. "Don't listen to her, Ms. Tina. She's a damn liar." I bucked at Beyoncé before sitting back down. I'm not pregnant. I'd know if I was pregnant... right?
Bey hopped down from the counter and came over to kiss on me. I pushed her off, got me so fucked up. "Move."
"Princess, I'm sorry." She laughed at the look on my face, but I got up and left the kitchen. Pissed me off so damn bad. That was so embarrassing. "Onika!" She called after me, but I had already found my way to her room and closed the door.
