Babymama

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Two years later...

Onika Maraj

"Mom, you have to stop crying" Giselle told me as I was standing in her room watching her do her makeup.

Today was a big day as my baby was graduating high school and getting ready to embark on her college journey next month. It felt like just yesterday she was a little kid, and now she was all grown up.

As proud as I was, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness watching my children grow up so quickly. It was a mix of emotions seeing them take on new adventures and challenges. Speaking of babies...

"Mmm" my baby girl whined in my arms waiting on me to give her another one of her snacks.

"She thinks you're not moving fast enough, so instead of crying, you better start feeding her," Giselle chuckled, glancing at us before returning to blending in her foundation.

Two years ago, Beyoncé and I worked on our relationship and decided to try for another baby. After the heartbreaking loss of our baby, we often found ourselves imagining what it would be like to have another little one around the house. So, we took a leap of faith and our baby girl Thalia was born a year ago.

She definitely keeps us young, such a funny little baby. Hardly ever cries, well when food is involved she will give you the meanest attitude.

"Okay, baby, wait, don't rush, mommy," I said, handing her another snack. She smiled, scrunching up her face before putting the snack in her mouth.

"Ask GG if she's going to miss us?" I looked at Thalia, speaking in my baby voice. I didn't want my baby to go off to college. She was heading to New York to pursue her dreams of becoming a fashion designer, and I was incredibly proud of her, but this mom was sad.

"Of course i'm going to miss you guys" Giselle said coming over kissing both of our cheeks.

"Well, i'm going to get her bathe and dressed I will see you later you'll probably be gone by the time we're done" I told her as we walked out of the room. I walked into Brielle's room to make sure she was getting ready, I knocked on the door and my eyes widened.

"No ma'am you're not wearing that skirt, who even bought that?" I asked confused, she know Beyonce was not allowing that, me either.

"Mom, it's not even that short you're exaggerating" she sighed.

"I'm sorry? Please don't piss me off today, change that!" I said firmly, closing her door before going to check on the boys. As expected, they weren't ready; instead, they were sitting in the game room in only their underwear. I shook my head.

"Turn it off now before I unplug it and take it in my room. Get dressed; we have to leave soon," I instructed the boys. Meanwhile, Beyoncé was out getting Giselle's new car, a pink Range Rover she had been asking for. I was left to handle the basketball team of kids we had at home.

"Ma Ma" I looked down at Thalia in my arms pointing at the snacks I had in my hand, I know she's about to catch a fit.

"There's no more mamas, all gone," I said, and she threw her head back, crying. I couldn't help but laugh at her dramatic reaction. It seemed like all my children were so dramatic. I went into my room and ran her a bath, which helped her calm down a little.