Babymama

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Onika Maraj
The Salon

"Maria, could you please take her to the wash station and shampoo her for me, love?" I requested of one of my stylists. She nodded and led the client over to the sink. As I tried to distract myself from thoughts of my failed marriage, I couldn't help but reflect on how I had hoped things would have improved after all these years.

Unfortunately, it seemed that wasn't the case.

Over the past few days, I had been under a lot of stress. As I walked over to finish up with my client, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my stomach, causing me to instinctively clutch the area.

It was a clear sign that I needed to find a way to relax and release all the thoughts weighing me down, as they were taking a toll on both my mental and physical well-being.

Giselle has been giving us attitude lately. I had to remind her that we're still her parents and she needed to chill out. Today, she took a mental health day and skipped school. It's Friday, so I let her hang out with me at the shop.

"Mommy which one did you need?" she asked with two different heat protectants in her hand.

"It doesn't matter love just put it down"

I was doing a silk press right now, one of my favorites to do.

"Go ahead and have Alex wash your hair so I can silk press it later," I instructed her. She nodded and made her way over to Alex. Alex, my youngest stylist at 19, was incredibly talented and always brought a fun energy to the salon. She had a way of keeping us all entertained and laughing.

Mama Tina, also works here with me. She absolutely loves doing hair. At the moment, she was working on her friend's hair while they chatted away, gossiping about someone. Every time I walked by, they suddenly fell silent, making me wonder if they were talking about me for a moment.

I was focusing on my client when the door opened, I didn't pay any attention until I heard the person speaking.

"I have an appointment..for Megan"

I immediately turned my head and saw this bitch. I chuckled to myself, feeling like I must be getting pranked. There's no way this shit was happening to me again. I continued focusing on my client until I finished 30 minutes later.

I tidied up my station and then glanced back at Megan chilling on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Just as I was about to walk over, someone grabbed my hand.

"Don't do whatever you're thinking of doing. Your kid's here," Mama Tina said, nodding towards GG, who was busy on her phone taking selfies.

"Mama... I have to" I whispered.

"You're pregnant, Nicki"

"I didn't say I was going to fight her" I shrugged. I got out of her grip and walked over to her, she looked up and I stared at her.

"Can you follow me for a sec?" I asked leaving her and going to the back, I opened my office door and waited until she walked in and closed her door.

The silence between us was so loud as we just looked at one another, she sat playing with her fingers.

"What the fuck are you doing in LA?"

"Excuse me?"

"Soon as me and my family relocate here, here you go" I leaned my head to the side looking at her suspiciously.

"I came here to follow my dreams of modeling, nobody is following you Mrs. Knowles" she said smiling, trying to be smart.

"Interesting, are you fucking my wife?" I simply said and she chuckled which made me mad. "What's funny?"

"Isn't that something you should be asking her, not me. I see you're still insecure" she chuckled.

"Insecure? Never. I'd gladly let you two have each other before you think I'm jealous of you. We're not even in the same category, and we never will be," I declared, leaning back on the desk.

"Anyways, I am not fucking your wife. She's been a little down so I've been that shoulder to lean on, something you couldn't do... still getting rid of that baby?" she asked and I lunged at her, we started fighting and I guess people heard the commotion as they came running in to break us up.

Why did I look up and see GG hitting Megan and pulling her hair? I wanted to laugh so bad but I had to be a parent.

"Giselle, no," I told her, pointing to my stylist. "Get my daughter, please."

I was angry as fuck, not only did this bitch come in here with a cocky attitude but Beyonce told her about our situation and our daughter was fighting with me, this was a mess.

This is exactly why we're getting a divorce now. There's no reason she should've felt comfortable talking to her about this. I hated that bitch. I don't regret having my kids, but I regret loving her.

Everybody left out except me mama tina and giselle as I grabbed her looking at her face making sure she's okay, I didn't need Beyonce calling me a terrible mother or anything.

"What the fuck happened?" I heard as my head popped up, seeing Beyonce in her work suit, mad as hell. She came over, grabbing Giselle, looking at her face and then at me, but I avoided eye contact.

"Mama you called her?" I asked Tina.

"Damn right cause I knew you was about to start mess when I saw yall walking back here to your office" she said and I rolled my eyes.

"Onika why the fuck are yall fighting and my daughter involved?" Beyonce yelled in my face.

"Why the fuck does that bitch know about what we have going on Beyonce, you stupid fuck!" I yelled.

"I told your dumb ass about calling me out of my name!"

"I think y'all need to calm down," Mama Tina said in a soothing tone, her brow furrowed with concern. Beyonce's face was contorted in anger as she continued to yell directly at me, her voice piercing through the room like a knife.

With each word she spat out, the sharp pain in my chest intensified, making it harder to focus on anything else.

I suddenly felt liquid run down my leg. I touched my leg and when I brought my hand back up, there was blood on it. No, no, no. I knew exactly what this meant. I didn't want this to happen.

Tears ran down my face as I looked up at them, all now staring at me with concern.

"Onika" Beyonce said coming to me.

"I just lost our baby" I cried.