Beyonce oneshots

Teen pregnancy

Teen pregnancy
Solange,Beyonce, Mama Tina
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Solanges POV:

The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the thin curtains of my bedroom, casting a warm glow over the room. It was a typical September day, but today felt different, heavy with the weight of unspoken fears and worries. I sat on the edge of my bed, clutching my phone nervously. The news I had to share felt like an anchor around my neck, dragging me down with its gravity. I took a deep breath and dialed Beyoncé's number.

She picked up on the first ring, her voice a comforting blend of curiosity and concern. "Hey, Solange. What's up?"

"Bey, can we talk? I... I need to tell you something. It's really important," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

There was a pause on the other end. "Of course. Do you want to talk now, or should we meet up?"

"Can we meet? I need to see you," I replied, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm.

"Sure. I'll come over in a bit," Beyoncé said, her tone filled with warmth and concern. "I'll see you soon."

I hung up and stared at the spot on the floor where the sunbeam was casting a golden hue. My heart pounded, and the reality of what I was about to reveal set in. I was barely seventeen, and I was pregnant. The gravity of it all felt like a ton of bricks pressing down on me.
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The wait felt interminable, but when Beyoncé finally arrived, she looked like a beacon of calm in the storm I was navigating. Her presence was a comfort, and I felt a mix of relief and apprehension as I opened the door to her.

"Hey, Solange," she said gently, pulling me into a hug. "How are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm scared," I admitted, my voice muffled against her shoulder. "I don't know what to do. I'm pregnant, Beyoncé."

She pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes with a mix of shock and sympathy. "Oh, Solange. I'm so sorry you're going through this. But we'll figure it out together, okay?"

I nodded, tears welling up. "I don't know how to tell Mom. I know she's going to be upset. I just... I need you with me when I tell her."

Beyoncé nodded firmly, her hand gently squeezing mine. "I'm here for you. We'll get through this together. Let's go talk to Mom. It's going to be tough, but she loves you, and she'll come around."

We made our way downstairs to the living room, where Mama Tina was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Her presence was usually a source of comfort, but today she seemed almost too serene, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

Beyoncé cleared her throat gently. "Mom, can we talk for a minute? Solange has something important to share."

Mama Tina looked up, her face instantly softening as she noticed the seriousness of our expressions. "Of course, girls. What's going on?"

Beyoncé looked at me encouragingly. I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race. "Mom, there's something I need to tell you. I'm pregnant."

The room seemed to freeze. Mama Tina's eyes widened, her magazine falling to her lap. For a moment, her face was a mask of shock and hurt, and I felt a pang of guilt. She took a deep breath, trying to process the news.

"Solange," Mama Tina said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. "How could this happen? You're so young."

Tears streamed down my face as I looked at her. "I know, Mom. I'm really sorry. I didn't know how to tell you. I'm scared and confused. I don't know what to do."

Mama Tina's eyes softened as she looked at me, her expression a mixture of hurt and concern. "Oh, baby. I wish you'd come to me sooner. We could have talked about this."

Beyoncé stepped closer, her voice steady and comforting. "Mom, Solange needs our support right now. She's scared and needs us to help her through this."

Mama Tina took a deep breath, her initial shock giving way to a deep, protective concern. "You're right, Beyoncé. Solange, this is a lot to process. I'm upset, but I'm also here for you. We need to figure out what's best for you and the baby."

I wiped my tears, feeling a glimmer of relief at her words. "Thank you, Mom. I don't know what the future holds, but I need your support to get through this."

Mama Tina nodded, her gaze softening. "We'll figure this out together. You're my daughter, and I love you no matter what. We need to talk about the options and make a plan. But first, we need to understand what you want and what's best for you."

Beyoncé put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We're all here for you, Solange. We'll help you through this, step by step."

Mama Tina took a deep breath, her resolve firm. "Let's sit down and talk about everything. We'll go through this together, and we'll make sure you have the support you need."

We gathered around the dining table, the weight of the conversation hanging heavy in the air. Mama Tina listened as I shared my fears and hopes, her concern palpable but also filled with love and understanding. Beyoncé offered words of encouragement and practical advice, helping to guide us through the initial steps of making decisions.

The conversation was long and emotional, but it was also filled with the reassurance that we were in this together. Mama Tina, though upset, was determined to support me through every decision and challenge. Beyoncé remained a steadfast pillar of support, her calm presence a soothing balm to my fraught emotions.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere in the room shifted from one of tension to one of tentative hope. Mama Tina's initial shock had transformed into a determined commitment to help me navigate this new chapter in my life.

By the time the conversation wound down, I felt a mixture of exhaustion and relief. The road ahead was uncertain and filled with challenges, but I knew that with my family's support and Beyoncé's unwavering encouragement, I wasn't alone in facing them.

As we wrapped up the discussion, Mama Tina pulled me into a warm hug. "We'll get through this, Solange. We're a family, and we'll face whatever comes together."

Beyoncé squeezed my hand gently, her eyes reflecting the same sense of solidarity. "We're here for you, Solange. Every step of the way."

In that moment, despite the uncertainty and fear that lay ahead, I felt a sense of strength and hope. The love and support of my family were the anchors that would help me navigate the stormy waters ahead. With their help, I was ready to face whatever came next, knowing that together, we could handle anything.
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Thoughts ?
A/N : I feel like I could of made this more dramatic 😂