Onika, a single mother, is desperate to find a cure for her daughter's mysterious illness. Just as hope fades, she meets Dr. Beyoncé Knowles, a determined doctor who refuses to give up.
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Onika Maraj Houston, TX
We were in this kids' store, and I was focused on picking out the cutest little outfits for Amora. Meanwhile, Solange, Angie, and Lauren were just sipping their coffees and watching me like I was entertainment or something. I had just grabbed a matching set when I heard Solange speak up.
"Nic, you must be putting it on my sister," she said casually, like it wasn't about to send me spiraling.
"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered, eyes darting between them.
Angie leaned in, giving me that knowing look.
"Come on, Beyoncé's giving you her card. She doesn't play when it comes to her money."
Solange nodded, "Mhm, Nic got her ditsy."
"She's just being nice to my baby, y'all. Ain't nothing more to it."
Lauren practically snorted, rolling her eyes at me. "Girl, please. You got her hooked. It's that fat ass pussy of yours."
I gasped, completely caught off guard, and playfully smacked her arm. "Lo! Shut the fuck up!"
Solange was cracking up, almost spilling her coffee.
"I'm team boy," she said, throwing that random comment into the mix.
Angie laughed, shaking her head. "Nah, I'm team girl. Beyoncé would be all over a baby girl."
I shook my head, trying to regain some control of the conversation. "I'm not having a baby, y'all are delusional."
Lauren gave me this sly look, sipping her coffee before dropping the real bomb. "Didn't you say you let her cum in you?"
I felt my eyes go wide, and suddenly Solange and Angie were gasping and laughing again. My cheeks were on fire, but I laughed too, trying to keep it together.
"This is where Amora gets it from—messy as hell! Besides, I took a pill, alright? Y'all need to stop trying to speak babies into existence."
Solange was still laughing, shaking her head. "Y'all so nasty."
I waved them off, rolling my eyes, but my mind was racing. I grabbed another pair of pants, trying to focus, but then I felt my phone vibrate in my purse.
My heart immediately jumped—it might be something wrong with Amora.
I got it out quick, but when I saw Beyoncé's text on the screen, a whole different kind of feeling hit me. I stared at the message for a moment too long, biting my lip.
I stared at the text for a second longer than I should have, biting my lip, wondering what she wanted to talk about...
