Babymama

35.

Beyonce Knowles
Houston TX.

I woke up to someone banging on my door. Now, who's banging like this, as if they're the police? I rolled over, checked my phone, and saw that it was 8 am. No way! I got up, put on my robe, and stumbled downstairs. I was so sleepy.

I opened the door and there was Nicki, mad and short as fuck.

We need to talk," she said, walking right past me and entering my house. I hadn't invited her in.

"Can I brush my teeth first?"

"Go ahead. I'll wait right here. Make it quick, Beyoncé. I'm not in the mood." Her demeanor suggested I'd turned down her marriage proposal. How had the roles reversed?

I went back upstairs to brush my teeth and wash my face, I was still a little tired, I was mentally preparing myself to get cussed out this morning by that tiny midget.

I walked downstairs to find her staring right at me with her arms folded; I could've sworn I saw smoke coming from her ears

"so that's your fucking baby or what?"

"No 'Good morning' or 'Hey, how are you?" I asked, going into my kitchen to make myself some coffee. I heard her chuckle before she followed behind me.

"I'm really not in the mood for your bullshit"

I shrugged making my coffee, we're not together so my business was my business. She had no right to be upset.

"Tell me, how is that any of your business?" I sipped my coffee, staring at her as tears now fell from her face.

"Beyonce, please just answer me for my peace of mind" I could tell she was bothered.

"It's not my baby, Nicki"

"So, you're just hanging around her for what, sex?" she sighed, sitting down. "I'm here, Beyoncé. I rejected marriage, but I never rejected you," she said, her voice shaking as tears fell down her face.

I felt bad; I had never really thought about it like that. I was angry because I thought we were ready. Nicki was now in full-blown tears, her head in her hands. She was clearly hurt.

I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry, I should've talked to you first about it. I was ready to marry you, that's all, Nic.'"

"But we weren't ready. As a couple, we still have things we need to talk about and get over. I refuse to go into a marriage bringing old baggage we never settled."

I nodded. She looked up at me, and I kissed her lips a few times before grasping her face and kissing her some more

"I apologize Nicki, i'm sorry"

"You can't seem to let Megan go and I don't know how to feel about that" she said, I wiped her tears away.

"She's gone, completely, baby. I promise it's just you and me. I want to work to gain your trust so that we can get married and have more babies," I said, as she gave me a sidelong glance.

"Babies?" she laughed.

"Just like 5 more" she slapped my arm playfully, I loved seeing her smile. I loved when she's happy.