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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Beyonce Knowles Houston, TX December 2, 2024
I blinked my eyes open, feeling the weight of Nicki's head resting on my chest. She was knocked out cold, snoring lightly, her breath warm against my skin.
I smiled to myself, still feeling the exhaustion from the night before, my body heavy and sore. After the eighth round, I thought, I'm surprised we didn't pass out sooner.
Nicki had so much energy, more than I thought possible, but we'd both had some alcohol in our systems, and that had pushed us further than I expected.
Carefully, I shifted Nicki off of me, moving slow so I wouldn't wake her. She let out a small grunt but didn't stir much, her body curling into the sheets as I slipped out of bed. I walked into the bathroom, the cool tile feeling good against my bare feet.
Reaching for my toothbrush, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my hair a mess, lips swollen, love marks all over, my skin glowing. I laughed quietly and brushed my teeth, then splashed cold water on my face.
The shower knob squeaked as I turned the water on, letting it heat up, but then I heard my phone ringing from the bedroom.
I sighed, walking back out to see it was already 7 a.m. Too early for this, I thought, until I saw the FaceTime notification. It was from my mother, but before I could even answer, I knew who'd be holding the phone.
I picked it up, and sure enough, Amora's little hand filled the screen, way too close, her hair wild and all over the place. I chuckled.
"Mama!" she yelled, her voice piercing through the morning silence.
"Yes, baby?" I answered, a smile spreading across my face.
"Where's my mommy? I miss her!" she said, her voice impatient and loud. I couldn't help but laugh at her demanding tone.
"You don't miss me?" I teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, but I want my mommy!" she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in that way that always made my heart melt.
I smiled softly, feeling warmth spread through me. "We're coming, baby, I promise."
I got in the shower and washed myself up and my hair and got out, I was hoping Nicki would've joined me.
I wrapped the robe around me. Amora had to go to the hospital tomorrow, so today we were going to spoil her. I walked over to Nicki, still knocked out, and tapped her.
"Baby, you gotta get up," I said softly.
"No," she groaned, pulling the covers over her head.
"Come on, Amora's waiting for you," I said, shaking her again.
Nicki whined, "I'm tired, Beyoncé."
"Girl, get up"
Nicki sighed, finally opening her eyes. "What time is it?"
