MILF {COMPLETED}

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Chapter Twenty Six: When Shanté Walks

Houston, Texas
March 13th
Beyoncé Giselle Knowles

"Look at that belly."

Onika stood in the mirror, her hands holding up her bare breasts. She turned to the side, examining that pudge. She wasn't big enough to see from the outside, but I was watching her growth day in and day out.

This was my first pregnancy and there was nothing more beautiful than a woman carrying life inside her. Growing up with pregnant women around me all day, every day, I had learned to appreciate life. The daycare put me in the atmosphere with a plethora of pregnant women.

New ones. Women that had been with child five times in a span of five years. Young ones. Old ones. I couldn't wait to get my hands on one. Now I got my own.

"I don't like this anymore," She pouted and let her breasts go, let them fall, and that's where my eyes were. Chocolate drop nipples. I'd never get tired of her revealing them to me. "Am I talking to myself?"

"Nah baby you're talking to me," But my eyes were focused on those titties.

"Beyoncé," She was forceful enough to make me look in her face.

"You look perfect baby."

"I'm getting fat all over again, and I'm only gonna get fatter."

"You have a human inside you."

"So you're saying I do look fat?"

"Not what I said. Don't put words in my mouth," I bent down and gave that belly butterfly kisses. I was impatient, already ready for this one to drop.

She raked her fingers through my hair and stared at me through the mirror. She smiled at that reversed version of me.

"Looking real cute," I stood up and slapped her widening butt. "Hurry up and put your clothes on. We'll be late to everything messing around with you."

"You'll come get me if I need you?" She rubbed my arm and batted her eyelashes.

"Every time."

I left her in her room by herself and looked over the balcony at my baby girl. She looked up at me, feeling me watching her. She smiled at me.

Miss Ivory Lovely was so smart and growing every single day, just like her mother. She was hitting milestones every day, so close to calling one of us Mama that I could taste it. It was coming one of these days.

Her eyes watched me as I walked down the stairs. I knew she wanted me to come get her so that's where I was going. I picked her up, fixed the headband on her head.

"Everybody's always ready but your mama."

At Onika's office, there was always something happening. Like I said before, they were nosey, they just liked to call it tight knit. But Onika loved it.

She loved community, loved that there were people that cared about her that didn't want to have sex with her. I was not that person. It was important that she had friends, friends that she didn't have to take a plane to see.

They felt like Spring made everything flourish, and from what she'd told me, communication and planning really made her work flow the way it needed to so that she could sell those houses.

Ironic, but I let her rock.

Parties and get-togethers let them get loose and comfortable and able to compare their ideas with their peers.

Onika had brought me plenty of stories about her new work friends. They knew my face, knew when I came to get my woman. Marie was my favorite. She always said something to me when I came to the office, always complimented the flowers I sent Onika, always complimented me when I changed my look.