Babymama

55

Onika Maraj

It's been a month since I had a miscarriage and I've been crashing at Mama Tina's place for a bit. Beyonce and I haven't really been talking much since then, but I know we need to have a heart-to-heart about everything.

At first, I was all over the place emotionally about losing the baby, but I'm starting to feel a bit better now. Still, I can't help but think about how nice it would've been to have another little one running around.

I parked the car and walked up to our front door, knowing the kids were at school. I had told Beyonce I would stop by to have a chat. A few moments later, she opened the door and I greeted her with a small smile. She leaned in for a hug, and it felt good to be back in her arms.

"Hey, you look good" she said.

"Thank you" I said walking in the house, I went into the living room and sat on the couch as she came over sitting down.

"So, we have a lot to talk about"

"We do, Beyonce" I said.

"I just want to say sorry for not being upfront with you about hiring Megan. I want you to know that I did end up letting her go," she said, and I couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a twinge of anger.

"It took losing our damn baby for you to realize you shouldn't have hired her, Beyonce? Seriously?" I raised my voice in frustration.

"We're having an adult conversation right, so let's not get heated and start yelling at one another"

"You never considered how I felt about it, Beyonce. You had every fucking excuse in the book for why she should stay. Everything that's happened since then has stressed me out and led to us losing our baby. You killed our child!" I yelled in anger and pain.

"Nah, you're not gonna blame me for that. That's not fair. You told me you didn't even want the damn baby!" she yelled at me, and tears started forming in my eyes once again.

"But it is your fault, Beyonce. You were coming home late, smelling like perfume that I know I didn't own. Was it her?" I asked, looking up at her. She sighed in response.

"Yes I was with Megan"

"See, no" I chuckled standing up about to leave, Beyonce grabbed my arm so I could sit back down.

"I was with her yes, and that was wrong of me considering our last but I promise you I never had sex with her" she said.

"Beyonce, you disrespected me by staying out late with somebody you fucked, didn't answer your calls and wouldn't speak to me" I spoke stressing again.

"I apologize, baby if I could take it back I would but for you to say that I killed our baby hurts me"

"Beyonce, whether you want to admit it or not, you stressed me out. I was crying at night, worried about our marriage all day and night," I said, tears slipping down my cheeks as I wiped them away.

"I don't know, I don't think I can be with you" I continued.

"I can fix this, baby. Give me a chance to prove that I'm sorry," she said, moving closer to me and holding my hands. I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but I looked away, biting my lip to hold back more tears from falling.

"You stressed me out and caused me to miscarry, I don't know if I can forgive that"

She looked at me for a while before letting my hands go chuckling leaning back on the couch. She shook her head out of frustration.

"Alright, you can go i'll sign the divorce papers"

"What?" I said looking at her on confusion, so now she's the one giving up knowing she was wrong.

"I said go. There's clearly nothing left for us to work out. I just apologized to you. You said you don't want to be with me, and I have to respect that. Whenever you send the papers over, I'll sign them," she said, standing up and heading to the door, opening it as a signal for me to leave.

"Fuck you!"

"I'm sorry?" she asked.

"Fuck you, Beyonce. You're really full of shit," I said, pointing in her face. "You mad because I don't forgive you?"

"I said I respect it. According to you, there's nothing I can do to save our marriage. So, for the sake of our children, I want us to be great parents," she said, and I felt a lump form in my throat.

I never expected her to give up, I thought she would fight for us.

"Mind you, Nicki you're the one who said you didn't know why you were married to me in the first place which is why a lot of this shit happened too, but it's my fault as usual?" she stated.

"I apologized about that Beyonce, I didn't mean to say that. I know why I married you, I didn't expect you to give up right now" I said truthfully. We've invested too much time.

"So what do you want to do?"

"I... I... um..." I stammered, unable to form coherent words. I felt Beyonce's gaze on me as she brought her face closer to mine.

"Huh, Onika?" she lifted my chin and placed kisses all over my neck. I felt her lick and suck on my neck, and I let out a soft whimper. "Tell me you don't love me anymore, and I will let you go."

"I never said that Beyonce"

"So tell me you want to walk away and throw away all of our years together. Tell me you don't want me anymore," she said, locking eyes with me. I was frozen, unable to speak. Beyonce grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to her, and pecked my lips.

"Tell..." *kiss.* "Me." *kiss.*

I still didn't say anything, tears falling down my face. I didn't want to divorce her. This was my baby, and we had been through so much. I was conflicted and torn on what to do. I wanted our family to have our happy ending. We had endured enough pain; we needed that light at the end of the tunnel.

Beyonce bit her lip as she kissed my lips with passion. Eventually, I kissed her back and wrapped my hands around her shoulders. The kiss grew more heated, and I felt her hands move down to my ass, gripping it, causing me to moan.

Beyonce then grabbed me, our lips never breaking contact. Our tongues danced in a fierce battle for dominance as I felt her dick harden beneath me, sending a rush of wetness between my legs.

"I love you, I want to fix this" she said looking at me with bedroom eyes. "Let me show you how sorry I am" she whispered.

She continued kissing me as she put me down grabbing my hand leading me upstairs, she threw me on the bed getting on top of me kissing my neck as I bit my lip feeling horny.

"Show me" I whispered seductively.