Babymama

31.

Beyonce Knowles

"Mom, I believe I'm ready to marry Nicki," I confessed, reclining at the foot of her bed as she concentrated on her crossword puzzle, her glasses perched just so on her nose.

"If you're still 'thinking' about it, then you're not truly ready," she remarked, shifting her gaze from the puzzle to meet my eyes with a look of earnest concern.

"I'm positive I want to spend the rest of my life with her, it's just i'm not sure what she'd say due to all this stuff we have going on right now"

"the pregnancy situation," she replied, her voice steady. "A mother always knows more than her children think she does," she added with a knowing smile.

"How-..."

"Onika told me, you just love stressing that girl out"

"I'll say it's been stressful from both ends, ma. let's be fair" she always wanted to take up for Nicki as if i'm not her child.

"mhmm, what I will say is... if you know you're ready then you should"

"Come with me to pick out a ring?" I asked her, she closed her puzzle and took off her glasses.

"oh you ready like now?" why waste time...

Mom, I'm serious," I said. We've been together since college, and if I'm being honest, I should have asked her sooner. I feel partially responsible for why she left.

My mother finally got up and got dressed, I sat in her room waiting for her to get dressed until the door flung open and Solange jumped right on me.

"Bitch move you heavy as shit" I shoved her off of me and she fell on the floor, she got up mad.

"You do too much, long neck ass"

"Solange girl why you here, you just pop up whenever you want to"

"I'm an adult, I don't have a house full of kids like you, so I can go wherever I want," she said with a chuckle. In response, I playfully gestured with my middle finger.

"I don't have eighteen kids, you so dramatic"

"What yall doing?"

"We're about to go ring shopping" Solange sat up quick smiling ear to ear, she slapped my arm playfully.

"you about to marry Nicki?"

"I am"

I've been weighing this in my mind for a minute, knowing deep down this is what I'm about. I'm sure I want to ride with her for life, maybe even add a few more to the crew. I'm talking about getting all the way old together, watching our little ones come up and hit those big life moments, you know?

"I'm proud of you, Beyoncé," she said, adjusting her lip gloss in my mom's mirror. "I'm coming."

"who invited you?"

"I invited myself, so mama hurry up"

As soon as she said that mom came out dressed, fixing up her hair and makeup.