It was a quiet Thursday evening since the girls were at gymnastics practice. B groaned quietly as she carried the hamper of laundry down the stairs. She'd gone and collected everyone's clothes and the basket was more heavy than it needed to be. She made it down the steps and sighed, she thought about how she was getting too old because everyday something else on her body was aching. Today, it was her back. Yesterday, it was her wrist. Tomorrow, it will probably be her ankle. Getting older was no fun. Some days she woke up feeling twenty one, other days she woke up feeling every bit of thirty eight.
Jay heard her moaning and groaning on her way down the stairs and came out to help her. "What's up? Why you groaning like that?"
"Nothing, my back hurts a little bit and this basket was way too heavy to bring down these steps myself." She complained although she knew she was dead wrong for doing it in the first place.
He frowned slightly as he looked at her. "Why are you even out of bed?"
"Stuff still has to get done, baby. I'm a little sick, sure, but, my kids still need clean clothes." She shrugged.
Jay shook his head. "Why didn't you just tell me? I would've done it for you with no problem."
"I made it work. I'm a strong independent woman." He shrugged and couldn't argue with that because obviously she made it work, the basket made it down the stairs in tact. He still told her that next time she should just ask for his help, so she didn't hurt herself.
He stood around while she filled the washing machine with laundry and started it. She hissed at the tight feeling in her back as she turned around to go back upstairs. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked Jay who was now following her up the stairs after watching her load the washer.
"I need to talk to you." He said once they'd made it to the bedroom.
She sat on the bed with him. "Why? What's wrong?" She frowned.
"I've been thinking..." Jay started. "You've been sick for longer than you need to be."
"It's been three days." She said. "And I'm fine." Jay wasn't convinced at all because he could hear the sickness in her voice and see it in her face. There was no way to convince him that she was not absolutely miserable.
"Three days too long." He said immediately. "Especially when you don't typically get sick."
"What are you saying, baby?" She asked. "And it better not be the 'P' word." She did think about the likelihood of her being pregnant, but then quickly remembered that it would not be possible at all.
"But, what if–"
"No, Jay." She said cutting him off. "It's not possible. My tubes are cut. Unless your sperm has telekinesis and can make my eggs can teleport, there is no way on God's green earth that it is a possibility for me to be pregnant. No way at all. Zero."
"Just take the tests, then, B. It's no harm in it." He said handing her the store bag he had brought in earlier. "I already bought them." She rolled her eyes and took the bag from him. "That way we can rule it out and figure out why you've been so sick. Don't get all mad, I'm just worried about you, that's all."
"I'm fine, I'm not that sick. But, I'll take them, though, baby." She said with a sigh. "Just to show you it's nothing to worry about. Go downstairs, I'll do it alone." Jay nodded and kissed her forehead before he stood up. He wished her luck, even though she didn't need it. She waited for him to leave before getting up and going into the bathroom.
Beyoncé anxiously peed on the stick that could potentially change her life... again. "There's no way in hell... right?" She had started to second guess herself now for some reason. It started off as confidence, but doubt was entering the picture. She closed her eyes tightly as she put the cap back on the test and sat it on a paper towel on the sink. "I don't want to look." She mumbled and finished wiping and washing her hands. She closed her eyes tightly avoiding eye contact with the test at all costs. "It's not possible." She reminded herself that it was no need to panic. Knowing that the test was ready in minutes made her more nervous to look. She sighed and paced around in the bathroom feeling more anxious than ever. She thought about what would happen if it was positive. What would they do? She couldn't even begin to imagine. Another groan escaped her throat and she turned around, ready to face it. "On three." She told herself and then counted down silently.
