No Way Out (Megyoncé)

Twenty-Six

~ 6 Months Later ~

Megan

I flipped the last pancake happy with the shape I made it into. Beyonce was sitting on top of the counter watching me cook. She was originally supposed to be doing this, but she definitely almost killed us all so there's that. I chuckled thinking back to her fucking shit up.

It was so random. It finally made me think though, I've never actually seen Beyonce cook.... Anyways I told her to sit down and I'll finish up. She sighed heavily still trying to make me feel bad for not letting her help anymore. A few moments later, Maxwell came into the kitchen and verbally greeted us both.

"What are you two in here doing?" He asked as he came over to me pecking me on the lips. He moved over to Beyonce shortly after.

Before I could respond, Beyonce sighed, "Watching Megan make pancakes because she won't let me touch nothing." She whined snaking her arm around his neck pulling him into herself a little. He leaned into her a bit and she rubbed slow circled in his head.

I'm happy that she's gotten more comfortable with him. I wasn't betting on it with the way everything happened. I was nervous. He is quite the charmer though so I hoped it was only a matter of time. They really match each other's energy more than they realize if I'm being honest.

"Why are you not letting her do anything?" He asked jokingly before kissing Beyoncé's cheek.

I playfully scoffed, "First of all let's not act as if you didn't almost burn down the kitchen Beyonce, don't make me out to be the bad guy, and not you jumping on her side immediately." I can't believe these motherfuckers.

"Oh brother, I almost started one little grease fire and now I'm not allowed to cook at all?" She said throwing her hands up. I took the last pancake out the pan cutting off the fire in the process before turning directing my attention at her.

"A grease fire?!" Maxwell exclaimed.

Beyonce rolled her eyes, "Don't pay too much attention to the details babes, it wasn't that serious"

"Well I'm glad Megan took over then" He said patting her thigh.

"Oh my- now you're on her side" Beyonce dramatically sighed. I chuckled walking in more in between her legs.

"I'm on whoever side that didn't almost burn down the kitchen." He said leaning up against the counter.

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I see you're all dressed up where are you about to run off to." Beyonce asked him.

He chuckled, "Corporate meetings per usual."

"All day or just the morning" Bey asked.

"Just the morning, but I'm not going to stay anyway if they run longer because we have that reservation at 5" He explained.

"Mm Good" She said pursing her lips and rolling her eyes.

"Relax Tiger I didn't forget" Maxwell stated poking Bey's neck.

"This time" I pointed out.

"One time, one...out of the what hundreds of dates in the last 11 months." Maxwell exclaimed standing up straighter.

"One time too many" Bey retorted

"Yea" I added on faking like I had an attitude.

"Please, why y'all both tryna jump me right now" He chuckled.

"Why not?" Beyonce shrugged.

"See y'all are playing, not entertaining it anymore" He shook his head.