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Onika Maraj December 25
Two Years Later...
It's crazy to think about where we are now, especially when I remember those times I thought I'd never get out of that rough patch. Back then, it felt like trouble was my constant shadow, just waiting around every corner. But eventually, I found reasons to keep pushing, to believe life was worth it. Now I see how blessed I am—health, family, my kids, and my fiancé.
Beyonce proposed to me a year ago—we were getting married in May of next year.
The love I feel around me is like nothing I've ever known. Sometimes, I get choked up just thinking about it.
Now, at 32, these last two years have been some of the best of my life. Moving to Houston was like a reset button for all of us, and just six months ago, Beyoncé landed that Chief Executive job with the FBI. Watching her step into that role has been inspiring, and, well... speaking of six months.. well, just wait.
Blue. She's the reason I found this happiness with her mom in the first place. My girl's 17 now and about to graduate high school. The first thing I did when we moved here was make it official—I adopted her. She's really my baby now.
She's come such a long way, turning her attitude around completely. I think everything we've been through as a family gave her a whole new outlook on life.
We've all grown, and I'm proud of her.
Blue and Amir are still going strong, and seeing her happy makes me proud. Of course, when she told us they'd finally took that next step with one another, Beyoncé lost it.
I wasn't happy either, but she's growing up, and it's part of life. My job is to guide her, not control her.
Brennox and Onyx—they're two now and full of life, maybe a little too full. The toddler stage? Way harder than when they were newborns.
They're busy, bossy, and always keeping me on my toes. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. Watching them grow up this fast is crazy; some days, I miss those newborn snuggles when they'd fall asleep on my chest, so small and peaceful.
Now? They're crazy just like their momma—-Beyonce.
Not me.
I was ready to marry Beyoncé—my baby, my everything. Loving her had become such a huge part of who I am. We've been through so much, and I wouldn't change a single moment, not even the hard ones.
We've had our share of ups and downs, moments when things got so tense, so confusing, that it felt like we'd hit a wall. There were days when I didn't know if we'd make it through, when all our fears and insecurities threatened to pull us apart. But somehow, we always found our way back to each other.
Looking back, I see all the times we fought through misunderstandings, pushed through doubts, and chose to stay, even when it would have been easier to let go.
We kept holding on, learning to trust each other more, to grow together instead of growing apart. And every time we made it through one of those tough moments, it was like our love got stronger, more real, more solid.
She loves me in a way that feels both safe and thrilling, like home but with an edge. I know she has my back, and I have hers. The love we share isn't perfect, but it's deep, real, and unbreakable.
We're stronger together than I ever imagined, and now, I'm ready to make it official, to stand by her for life. I can't wait to call her my wife, to keep building this love and this life together.
It was Christmas night, and the house was quiet, everyone finally asleep. Just me and Beyoncé in the living room, curled up on the couch watching a Christmas movie. She looked down at me, her eyes warm, and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on my lips. When she pulled back, I couldn't help but smile at her, feeling that familiar rush of love all over again.
She reached out, gently placing her hand on my stomach, rubbing it in slow, comforting circles. Our baby girl was due next month, and Blue was already praying she'd be born on her birthday.
Soon, we'd be a family of six.
She looked back at me, kissing me once more, and I melted into her touch, letting myself snuggle deeper into her arms as she held me close.
This love, this warmth, everything we've built—it's everything I'd ever wanted.
