Expensive Taste | One Shots

NIGHT IN | Beyoncé & Megan

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• beyoncé •

"Blue, Rumi, Sir! Can y'all please get down here," I shouted from the bottom of the stairs. Shawn was almost at the house, picking them up for his weekend of custody. We had been divorced for just under a year, and we had yet to fall into a routine. He had picked them up so sporadically that it was hard for the kids to even want to spend time with him. But they had to tonight. Mama's got a hot date.

Opening the door as I heard hard knocking, I welcomed Shawn in as he rolled his eyes.

"Hello to you too, Shawn," I sassed, closing and locking the door.

"Where my kids at, man?"

"They upstairs, man," I threw back, quickly, already tired of being around him. Most of the time he had gotten the kids, he'd just stop by while I was out or my mama was here, but today was an unavoidable occasion. "They're still getting their things together." I looked at the clock, noticing that I had just about an hour to get ready before Megan arrived.

"You couldn't even make sure they shit was packed," he yelled, acting as if he couldn't wait five minutes.

"Shawn," I sighed, "I really don't have time for this tonight. I got places to be and I don't need—" I was cut off by the doorbell sounding, confused on who could be here without the security informing me first.

I opened the door to see my Megan, dressed head to toe in a dark red suit with black Louboutins and gold jewelry. She had in her hand a bouquet of red roses.

"Hi, honey," she spoke, softly.

"H-hey," I stuttered, welcoming her in, "I thought we agreed to 6 o'clock?"

"We decided on 5. These are for you," she extended the flowers to me.

"Thank you, sweetheart," I smiled down, remorsefully, remembering the agreed upon time. "I can be ready as soon as the kids leave."

At that Shawn cleared his throat, reminding me of his presence and Megan of the extra car parked in my driveway.

"Jay," she said, cordially.

"Mhm. So y'all dating now," Shawn directed the inquiry to me.

"That ain't none of yo' business no more, Shawn," I chastised, preparing to yell up the stairs once more. "If y'all kids don't get down here! Y'all daddy waitin'." I was sick of this entire exchange, barely feeling like even going out with Megan tonight.

She noticed the tired look on my face and walked towards me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I buried my face in her neck.

"I'm sorry," I sniffled.

"It's ok, honeybee," she soothed, "we can stay in tonight. Watch movies, eat popcorn, play board games. I know how much you love Scrabble, nerd."

I laughed and squirmed as she tickled my sides, effectively lifting my mood, until—

"Can y'all quit that gay shit?? It's kids up in here!"

"You know what, Jay," Megan began, stopping once she heard three sets of footsteps descend from upstairs.

"Megan," they collectively screamed, tackling her once they dropped their bags. I loved the relationship Megan had with my children. She was there when their father wasn't, even before the divorce. She'd come by and pick them up just for a quick snack run. She'd do their homework with them. She'd even dedicated days to spending time with each of them individually, doing whatever they enjoyed, buying them way too many gifts. She loved them, and they loved her.

Once their hug was over and she had briefly caught up with them, they turned and hugged me before walking to their dad, enthusiasm gone.

"Oh, so that's how y'all treat y'all dad," he scowled. We all looked down, embarrassed for him. He scoffed as he walked outside, slamming the door behind him. I said my final goodbyes to Blue, Rumi, and Sir, urging them to call me if they wanted to come back home.

Shutting the door behind them, leaning up against it, I sighed before opening my eyes to see Megan.

"I can't believe I forgot the time," I cringed, looking down.

"I said 'it's okay,' didn't I," she recalled as she lifted my chin with two of her fingers. I nodded in response.

"I need words, honey," Megan tempted, getting closer to my face.

"Yes you did," I blushed.

"Good girl," she nodded, stepping back after giving me a short kiss. "How about you get me a change of comfy clothes, and we can look into ordering take out?"

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• megan •

Bey and I were currently cuddled up on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows as we watched Friday for the hundredth time. I'm gonna eventually convince her that we have to be Craig and Smokey one Halloween.

"When you gon' let me fuck Mrs. Parker," we spoke in tandem, laughing at the screen before silence fell over us.

"What's on your mind, Bey," I coaxed. I had gotten to know her so well that I could tell when she was overthinking something. Her forehead would scrunch together, and her eyes would cloud over.

"What is it that you like about me," she challenged. "I mean, like, y-you could be with anyone, but here I am forgetting dates, failing to get my children ready, dealing with a homophobic asshole of an ex husband. I have so much drama in my life, and you could quite easily find someone who brings you total peace."

I scoffed at her assumption that my life with her wasn't peaceful. She knew that she and her kids were the only things that brought me calm and joy some days. That she was my home in every sense of the word. I cared deeply for Bey, and I couldn't imagine my life without her. Even if she had to deal with Jay from time to time, we'd deal with him together.

I told her all of this, pouring out my love for her and her children.

"I love you, Megan," she professed.

"I love you more, my honeybee."

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