I tried to change.
Beyoncé's POV
Same day
"So you got kids" I looked up London I don't know why she's still in here let alone getting comfortable.
"Why are you so obsessed with my personal life"
"Obsessed?"
"Yea like the Mariah song"
"Oh you're funny"
"Real life Kevin hart" I said dryly.
"Ok Kevin"
My head snapped to her.
"What??"
"Nothing"
"Why everytime I say something you break your neck to look at me like I got 2 heads"
"You just remind me of..someone"
"Who like a ex girlfriend"
"Something like that"
"Why y'all break up"
"She died" and cheated..
"D*mn what the h*ll happened"
"Died in a burning house"
"Oh sh*t how the house burn down? You were trying to cook for her??"
I gave her a death stare before answering "no one knows"
"Wow. Seems like to me she was involved in some sh*t and one of her opps finally got her a**"
"Opps??"
"Yea you know. Gang sh*t"
"You're in a gang??"
"Nooo like the b*tch you have beef with"
"Beef?"
"Ugh you're so old. It's like your opposition"
"Ohh"
"Aw are these your kids" she got up and reaching for the frame on my shelf.
"Aw its too high up for you to reach. Need a stepping stool?"
She rolled her eyes and stood up on my couch to grab the frame "nope I got it"
I shook my head as she walked back over to my desk.
"Aww they're so cute they look just like you too"
"What can I say I make pretty babies"
"A lot of them too. How old are they"
"Ugh 6, 10, 11, and 14" I think blue is 14 either that or 15.
"Oh this picture must be old"
"Yea 4 years ago"
"Who are these two" she pointed to kalani and khalil.
"My oldest two"
"How old are they"
"Uhh would've been like 19? 20?"
"Would've?? What happened"
"Died"
"BOTH?"
"Yep"
"D*mn opps smoking yall" I glared at her. "Oh sorry"
"It's fine"
"Do you ever miss them"
"Yea" I sighed.
"Wait if they're 20 you gotta be like late 40s maybe pushing 50"
"What?? I'm in my mid thirties"
"Ohh had em young. Didn't know you were the fast type"
