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"So what's going on?" ______
Bey's POV
She smacked her lips before forcing her body back on top on mind, laying her head back into my chest and hugging me tight. "Stop tripping." I used all of my strength to try and push her off of me but she was not budging.
"Beyoncé, chill out bruh."
"Y/n, get off of me. I'm not playing." I rolled my eyes, finally being able to push her off.
"Mama!" Blue yelled for Y/n, just as she was about to speak up.
"You ain't even got to be like that, ma." Blue yelled for her again as she tried to talk to me. "You don't hear Blue calling you?" My eyebrows pulled together as I took my eyes off of her.
I picked up my laptop to ignore her presence, but she swiftly snatched it away from me. "Nah, I'm talking to you right now."
"Now you want to talk." I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, Beyoncé. Why you acting like this?" She asked sitting my laptop on the table and turning to me. "Because your acting shady ass fuck, Y/n. Who is that bitch calling your phone?"
"I'm not asking you again." I snatched my hand back as she tried to grab it in the mist of telling me to lower my voice so the kids wouldn't hear me.
We would try our hardest not to argue in front of them, but today was different.
She's not about to deliberately play in my face. "Stop trying to touch me and answer my question." I attempted to calm myself down as I pushed her away once more, but my voice was laced with irritation.
"She's just somebody new at the label." But her shifting uncomfortably on the couch let me know all I needed to know. I slated my eyes at her.
"Ok, and your dodging her calls in front of me. So again what's really going on?" I asked.
I'm so close to losing my patience.
I hate a liar.
"It ain't nothing, Bey. She's just asking me about work shit, but I'm trying to enjoy time with my fucking family. Can I do that at least?" Her tone clipped.
"Mommy." I heard in union. "Can you come outside, please?" It was followed by a yelling Sir. I mumbled a "whatever" to Y/n before getting up from the couch to go tend to my children. Y/n tried to grab me on my way out, which caused me to snatch my arm away, weakening her efforts to continue talking.
The deep breath she let out, let's me know that she's just as upset as I am now.
Once I was outside I sat myself on a lounge chair by the pool. "Why aren't you getting in?" Blue asked me, propped up against the pool edge while Rumi and Sir splashed each other on the steps. "I have a headache, baby." I gave her a small smile, shielding my eyes from the bright sun.
It wasn't a full lie. Dealing with Y/n and her lack of ability to simply tell the truth was enough to give me a headache. Plus, I was no longer in the mood.
Y/n stepped outside of the house with water guns. I guess they were what she was originally supposed to be getting when she first stepped into the house.
She sat them at the end of the pool for the kids, before standing near me with her arms crossed, glancing between me and them from time to time.
I wish she would twist her lips to say anything but the truth to me.
"Bey." She called for me but I kept my eyes on the kids.
"Blu blu, go play." I let out a short laugh as she stayed in her position at the end of the pool, glancing from me to her mama. She's twelve years old, but she's not dumb. She can obviously pick up on when me and Y/n aren't on good terms. But the last thing I want is for our daughter to witness any harsh words shared between us.
"Beyoncé." Y/n's tone was much more firmer this time around and our eyes met without a word. "Come back in the house."
I looked her up and down trying to figure out who the fuck she thinks she's talking to.
My eyes fall back onto the pool. Blue had swam off, but she was close enough to still hear us and I could see her stealing quick glances. "Y/n, leave me alone."
"Beyoncé, bring yo ass in the house so we can talk bruh." She said loud enough for our kids to turn their attention on to us.
"Y/n, I don't know who the fuck you think your talki..." She cut me off. "Who the fuck else?" She slightly raise her voice.
A short laugh left my mouth before I took a deep breath, looking away from her. I closed my eyes, starting my usual countdown from ten to calm myself down before I said the wrong things in front of Blue, Rumi, and Sir. "C'mere, let's go talk about all those stupid ass accusations you got in yo head. Since you think I'm that typa nigga."
"I know what it is, Beyoncé. I ain't stupid." I get up from the lounge chair to walk away from her, still continuing to count. "You think I'm on some cheating shit, tell me about it then." She strongly grabs my arm pulling me back to her.
"You need to get the fuck out!" I snapped using both hands to push against her chest. She let out a bitter laugh, the force from my push barely making her move an inch.
Her jaw clenched. "Get out? That's what we doing now, Beyoncé?" Her voice raising. "That's what the fuck we doing!?" She laid a hard clap to her hands as she stared down at me.
"All I ever asked was for you to be honest with me and you can't even do that, now get out of my house." Our eyes never left each others as tears fell from mine and her's watered slightly out of anger.
She tilted her head up, pinching the bridge of her nose and mumbling under her breath. "Ok, Beyoncé." She walked right past me and into the house with Blue calling behind her. "Mama." She called from the pool, getting no response from Y/n. Rumi began crying and Sir got out of the pool to hug my legs.
I picked up my six year old, walking over to the pool to retrieve a crying Rumi as well. "Shh, baby." I bounced both of their wet bodies on my hips. "Blue Ivy." I firmly called as she was about to go in the house to find Y/n. The last thing I need is my twelve year old thinking that she has to be a mediator for her parents.
My tone was enough to let her know what not to do as she sat her wet body at the edge of a lounge chair and stared at me with her bottom lip trembling.
There was a bit of silence before the sound of our front door slamming caused us all to jump, letting me know that Y/n had left.
She couldn't even say goodbye to her fucking kids?
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Chileeeee....
Part 4?
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