MILF {COMPLETED}

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Chapter Thirty Three: Up In Flames

Houston, Texas
April 9th
Onika Tanya Maraj

"Think I'm crazy still?" I asked Beyoncé and she nodded her head.

I didn't expect a different answer, and that was fine. A little bit of crazy was okay, and it was good to show her and everybody else not to fuck with me.

She turned her head and laid it back down on the pillow, kissing Ivory on her cheek. She rubbed her back in tiny circles.

"She's gonna be one soon," Beyoncé looked back at me and Ivory crawled closer to her. They were so close that Beyoncé's hair practically covered Ivory's entire body.

The two of them were conversing, mostly Beyoncé talking and Ivory babbling. But Ivory was listening intently, nodding her little head. I imagined there was no Eric, that Beyoncé was so obviously her mother.

I wondered if Ivory would turn into me when she got older. Would love make her crazy the way it had made me? Would she go around poisoning women that tried to get close to the love she worked so hard for?

"Mama," Ivory's little voice pulled me away from my thoughts and my eyes widened. I thought I was hearing things, but she said it again, staring right at Beyoncé.

I poked out my bottom lip and she just kept saying it, repeating the only word that she knew to say now. My eyes watered, blurring the vision of Beyonce staring back at me.

"You hear her baby? Listen."

Ivory kept going, Mama Mama Mama rolling off her tongue like she was chanting. She was kicking her little feet, giggling as Beyonce kissed her all over her face.

"I told you it was coming. I knew it."

My emotions overflowed and I was bawling. Beyonce rubbed my thigh and rolled over onto her back. She scooped Ivory up and sat up with Ivory between us. She wiped the tears off of my face.

Ivory's eyes were on me as she practically sang Mama some more. She held onto my finger and more tears fell like rain on this windshield.

"You alright?"

I nodded my head, "That girl's never gonna be quiet now."

"She said it baby..."

"She said it to you. You should've seen the way y'all were all laid up."

She glowed as she held Ivory in her arms, basking in that victory. I couldn't stop crying if I wanted to. I didn't know if it was because of the baby inside me, but my tears flowed like a river.

"Are you sad that she said it to me?"

I shook my head no as I held Ivory in my arms, and Beyoncé held me in hers.

There was life growing inside me and life growing outside of me. I felt perfect, without all of these tears. Everything was perfect.

After Shanté came up to the office with her projectile bullshit, I had to do everything in my power to ignore the hoe. She e-mailed me repeatedly, over and over and over, cursing me out and threatening me. The bitch didn't scare me though. I just imagined she was throwing up all over her keyboard.

Twenty-four hours of that and the fact that she hadn't shown up to work was fine with me. I didn't need to see her, at least not right now. If I did, I'd probably slit her throat this time.
I didn't tell anyone about that crazy girl stalking, and I would call it stalking. Even after I blocked that e-mail, the bitch came back for more. Still, I left it alone. She wasn't my business and I knew eventually she would give up. And she did, so I kept that mess to myself.