Beyonce is considered the best when dealing the mentally ill. But what happens when she accidentally becomes one of her worse patients caregiver
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My alarm woke me up and I opened my eyes moving them around the room.
I looked at robyn with her body laid across mine snoring in my ear and sighed a little.
If she don't get her heavy ass off me.
She use to always sleep on me like this before we got tiny. I won't say I didn't like it but I definitely didn't miss her snoring in my ear.
"baby get up" I mumbled pushing on her shoulder.
I got no response but her constant snores and smacked my lips again "Robbie get up I have to get ready for work" I said shaking her some not having the energy to push her off me.
She shuffled making herself more ontop of me covering my entire body.
I sighed laying my head down on the bed as she continued to snore in my ear.
She was real warm and I actually was tempted to wrap around her and go back to sleep but I need to go so I didn't.
I gained my energy and pushed her off me before sitting up.
I heard her smack her lips and looked over to see her mugging me. I smiled leaning over there towards her
"Goodmorningg daddy" I said kissing her lips several time.
"Nah move with that shit" she rusted out gently mushing me and turned her back to me laying back down.
"You're not gonna tell your wife goodmorning ?" I asked rubbing her arm.
"Mm mm" she hummed never moving.
I mugged her and pushed her back getting another lip smack "Get up and show me affection robyn."
She groaned sitting up while I began to smile. I think bothering her might be my love language.
"Goodmorning baby" she said hugging me and kissing my head.
"Goodmorning daddy" I cheesed rolling over on her making both us fall back on the bed.
She laid back and I straddled her placing my hands on her stomach.
"can you let me get my last moments of sleep please ?" She asked me while I rubbed the crust out of her eyes.
"yes" I mumbled never getting off her or leaving her face alone.
"Ok beyonce so move" she said in a rude tone and I scrunched my face up at her.
"Do you not love me this morning ?"
"I love you every morning baby" she said rubbing my leg. I don't know why but that gave me butterflies so instead of the smart comeback I planned on saying I just kissed her again.
"Man gone on with that funky ass breath" she mushed me again.
I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes getting off of her. She always gotta mess it up.
