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Onika Maraj Bey's Home
July 13, 2025
Saying I'm pissed off would be an understatement. Blue called me last night at 11:45 p.m., asking me to let her in.
Did she think I wouldn't be mad? I kept my cool, told her we would talk in the morning and let her inside. But I knew if I was gonna have a real conversation with her, I'd need to get Beyoncé out of the house first.
"Where's Blue?" she asked, her voice tight with worry.
I put a hand on her back, trying to calm her down.
"Baby, she's home. You fell asleep," I said softly, keeping my tone as soothing as I could.
She let out a shaky breath, some of the tension easing out of her shoulders.
"When did she get back?" she asked, sounding like she was trying to piece everything together.
I forced a smile, even though my stomach twisted with guilt. "10:30, baby," I lied smoothly, hoping she wouldn't catch on.
She nodded, relaxing a little more against the pillows. "Okay... okay, I was worried for a second," she murmured, rubbing her face like she was trying to wake up fully.
I couldn't help but smirk a little as I watched her try to wake herself up.
"I put you to sleep, huh?" I teased, nudging her.
Beyoncé rolled her eyes, waving me off with a small smile as she got up and headed to the bathroom.
"Whatever," she mumbled, but then she paused, glancing back at me with a little smirk of her own. "It's ten times wetter now that you're pregnant, though," she added with a shrug, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Girl, I was putting you to sleep way before I got pregnant. Don't act brand new." I said.
She just laughed softly, turning back to the sink as she started brushing her teeth. I watched her for a second, then remembered something that's been on my mind.
"Speaking of..." I started, and she glanced back at me, toothbrush still in her mouth, raising an eyebrow like, what?
"We haven't thought of names yet. They're coming soon," I said.
She kept brushing, giving me a little shrug and mumbling around the toothbrush, "I'm okay with anything you come up with baby."
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "No, baby, that's not what I want. We've got to pick something together, something that means something."
I watched her for a reaction, hoping she'd get a little more into it.
