⚠️Megan G!P⚠️
"There's just something about you that keeps me floating.
You see what's inside. Broken, restored it.
It's unconditional, these days you know?"
-Brandy
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Megan 2 weeks ago
I lay on my back in bed watching the ceiling fan rotate at a slow, steady speed.
I have so much on my mind right now.
We went and got the DNA test done earlier and now we have to wait one or two days for the results.
I know, in the back of my mind, that Mason is mine.
I need it documented to prevent Caresha or her family from accessing him.
Because once I have it written the Brownlees will never see him again.
"Baby?" I call out
I know she's not asleep because of her breathing pattern.
I'm sure her mind is reeling just like mine is.
I hate that I'm affecting her sleep.
"Yeah?" She responds.
I really don't want to ask this question but it's a necessary conversation that needs to be had.
"Are you okay with him being here?" I question.
My stomach churns.
I hate what it means for us if she's not okay with it.
If he's my child, he's going to be here with me.
Hopefully, Jojo and Bey will be here with us, but if I'm forced to choose, Mason comes before my relationship with Beyoncé.
"Megan, less than a year ago I randomly showed up at your house and sprung my pregnancy on you. You didn't hesitate to step up and become my support system. I'm that for you, too. You want him here and so do I." She says reaching out and lacing our fingers together.
I wipe my eyes with my free hand.
I feel like I've cried more in the past 4 days than I ever have.
"I do want him here. Even if he isn't mine. He can't go back with them." I tell her quietly.
"Okay. Then he'll stay here."
--The next day--
Bey and I took the kids shopping.
Mason needed so much stuff.
That backpack Ms. Brownlee gave me wasn't even enough shit for a fucking weekend.
We picked him up a few outfits on night one, but today we got him everything he needs.
Clothes, shoes, toys, art supplies, books, a bed, bedding, etc...
Jojo, of course, got several new things as well.
As I'm strapping MJ in the car and Bey is strapping Jojo in, my phone dings.
"It's the DNA test results." I say seeing the email on my phone once I sit down in the driver's seat.
"You don't have to read it now if you aren't ready, baby." Bey says quietly.
"I gotta know for sure." I say as I open the email.
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Beyoncé The next day
"What the hell do you mean Megan has a 3 year old son?" Kelly questions sitting on the floor of the dance studio we all work at.
We just wrapped up our final classes of the night and now I'm telling them the latest update in the saga of my life.
I didn't even want to go to work today, but Megan insisted she would be fine with the kids.
"I feel like that's an extremely straightforward statement. My girlfriend has a son and said son is 3 years old..." I sigh.
I wish there was a way I didn't have to explain this to Kel.
She just started treating Megan like a friend.
I feel like this is going to set them back a lot.
"She didn't know about him?" Michelle asks, clearly as confused as the rest of us.
"The girl moved when she was 2 months pregnant with him. She never said anything about a baby to Megan." I explain.
"That's fucked up." Michelle says.
"What's fucked up is that baby being conceived while Megan was still dating my sister." Kelly says.
Fuck. I didn't even think about that.
"Kel, you got over this. Vic already explained to you that she cheated first. Don't start back being funny with Megan." Michelle says.
Thank God for Michelle.
"I'm not gone be funny with her. I just had to get that off my chest." She says shrugging.
"Okay, it's off your chest. Leave it there." Michelle says.
I guess she got sick of Kelly being grumpy about my relationship.
Kelly holds her hands up in defeat.
"Is Megan good, though?" She asks genuinely.
The funniest thing about Kelly is she has always cared about Meg.
She just has a hard time letting shit go and she don't play about her little sister.
"She's pissed at the girl for keeping them apart and she was hitting him so Meg's been extra on edge." I answer honestly.
I want to cry every time I think about the bruises on that poor baby.
We took him to our pediatrician who said aside from being a little malnourished he's pretty healthy and his bruises are healing.
But the psychological damage is going to take a lot longer.
"Bey, I know she doesn't talk to or about them but Megan's family is insane." Kelly says honestly. "She might actually have that girl killed."
I don't even know if I would try to stop her.
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Do you ever just forget to tell the reader that the baby is actually Megan's? Because I certainly did... 😌 So here's this random flashback chapter.
