Babymama

48

Beyonce Knowles

After dinner, the kids all scattered to their rooms. GG and Nicki seemed to be in a mood, but neither of them wanted to talk about it. Dealing with these women and their attitudes was really starting to drive me crazy.

Me and Nicki were in the living room cuddled up watching a movie, I had a glass of wine but Nicki declined which was weird to me, she usually loves wine after dinner. I paid it no mind.

I saw her playing with her fingers, something was bothering her. I grabbed the remote and paused the TV looking at her.

"What's wrong Nic?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong, baby," she said, looking up and kissing my lips. I didn't even realize Giselle was in the room until she let out a petty chuckle.

"Something you need to say Giselle?" Nicki asked.

"Okay what the hell is going on with yall two?" I asked sitting up.

"It's just that mom got RID of my favorite shoes without telling me" GG said walking back up to her room. I know damn well they didn't have no attitude over shoes. I shook my head.

I started thinking about today and knowing that I hired Megan, I know that I needed to tell Nicki but I was terrified on what she was going to think.

Our marriage had been going well, and I didn't want anything to mess it up. I glanced down at Nicki, and we spoke at the same time.

"I have to tell you something"

We both looked at one another wondering what we both had to spill.

"You go first" she said.

"No, you go first. Mine isn't that important," I told her. She looked down, ready to speak, but all of our kids came running down and sat next to us.

"What do y'all want?" I asked as Omari sat in my lap, resting his head on me, while the twins sat by Nicki and Giselle on the other couch.

"Mama we want a little brother" Omari said, I choked on my wine.

"No, we said little sister" Brielle said, Nicki looked off at Giselle as she smirked, something was up and it wasn't about no damn shoes.

"Where did this come from?" I asked them confused.

"Well, I wanted a little sister, but Mommy had Omari," Brielle said. Omari came around and started hitting her, and now they're about to start fighting.

"Don't hit me!" she yelled hitting him in his face, he started crying and I sighed.

"Omari and Brielle, enough with the fighting. Go to bed now," Nicki said with frustration evident in her voice. The kids grumbled as they got up, shoving each other playfully on their way back to their rooms.

"I love you big boy, can you go to your room for me?" I asked Noel as I kissed his forehead, he gave Nicki a kiss before leaving going upstairs.

"Now..." I sipped my wine before sitting the glass down "You two, tell me what's going on?"

"Okay but you tell me what you had to say first" Nicki said turning to me. I know I just asked her to go first didn't I?

"Giselle, tell me"

"Giselle, no" Nicki said, now I knew something was up.

"Why can't you just be honest, Mommy? I thought we didn't keep secrets in this house. Love can't exist without trust," she said with a smile. I noticed Nicki biting her lip, trying to contain her anger.

"Somebody say it" I was getting frustrated now.

"Promise you won't get mad?" Nicki said grabbing my head.

"Depends on what it is" I said.

"Well..." my phone dinged and it was right beside Nicki so she picked it up, she looked up at me with confusion and anger in her eyes.

"Who's the stallion?" she asked. "And why does your employee have you on instagram, she saying thank you for hiring her, she's new?"

"About that... it's Megan" I said and she stood up chuckling.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me, Beyonce. Please tell me you're joking. Why is this bitch even in California now?" she yelled in frustration. I glanced over at Giselle and silently signaled for her to go to her room, and she obediently complied.

"Baby I don't know, but she's changed she said she would keep things professional" I told her.

"And you believed her, you're so fucking dumb!"

"Don't be disrespectful Onika" I told her, we could have a conversation without all of the name calling and disrespect.

"She's not working for you, fire her!" Nicki said sitting back down.

"I can't just take a job away from her"

"Beyonce," she pinched the bridge of her nose, "As your wife, I would hope you take my feelings into consideration. You and her had sex. I literally fought this girl years ago, I'm not comfortable with this," she told me, her voice filled with distress.

"Onika, I understand where you're coming from, I really do. But she's a great asset to Ivy Park. She didn't come in with bad intentions. I believe in giving people a second chance to prove themselves," I explained, hoping to reassure her.

"You and her slept together, Beyonce. There's no way you think things can just be professional," she yelled, her eyes starting to well up with tears. I was caught off guard by her emotional reaction.

"Nicki..."

"No, fire her! i'm not fucking playing with you!" she pointed at me. "You're wrong for not even asking me before hiring her"

"This is my business not yours, I had this shit before we got married you don't run nothing over there" I replied.

She chuckled staring at me in disbelief, she got up slowly about to walk away and go in the room until I grabbed her arm.

"Wait, baby what were you going to tell me?"

"Does it even matter?" she sighed, I saw her wipe her tears away.

"Yes it does, because obviously it's bothering not only you but my daughter, what? you cheating on me?" I asked her.

"I'm not your hoe ass" she laughed, here we go.

"Nicki, don't bring up old shit. And if you want to go there, you weren't a fucking saint either," I told her, feeling the need to defend myself. We had moved past those issues, or so I thought. "So tell me," I urged, wanting to address her concerns head-on.

"I'm pregnant," she said simply. I was shocked and at a loss for words. She walked up two stairs before turning around, chuckling. "I'm not keeping it though. I guess we're both making decisions without discussing them with each other," she said, a touch of bitterness in her tone.

What the fuck?