Disclosure

I just Want To Say..

*2 weeks later*
October 1
Onika Maraj POV

"You were never this sick during the last pregnancies." My husband said in a semi concerned tone while he held my hair as I threw up what seemed like just water. I didn't know if he was concerned about me or concerned that I was making us late for this gala. I was now 2 months pregnant and the sickness and nausea had become unbearable. It was to the point that I was worried it was abnormal and that I might lose this baby too. I called Dr. Miles often and surprisingly she listened to my concerns and reassured me that this was perfectly normal in this stage of my pregnancy. Maybe she was right and I was just paranoid, but still, I was absolutely miserable.

"I don't think I can go." I shook my head while I cried. Throwing up so much at one time could actually be very painful and I was in no mood to go anywhere now.

"What do you mean? People are expecting to see me with my wife, especially since we announced the pregnancy." He scolded me as I threw up some more.

"I can't." I cried some more, ruining my makeup.

"You'll be fine. The doctor said it's normal. We knew this would be hard but you can't just sit in the house Onika. Come on get up." He physically tried to pull me up by my arm.

"Xavier I don't feel well. You can go without me." I yelled at him. I was getting so frustrated.

"This is why our pregnancies are unsuccessful. You just act like it's the hardest thing in the world." He sighed in frustration and checked his watch. I didn't even look at him as he said it because he had been berating me about my pregnancy sickness for the past week. I instead used all my strength to get up, brush my teeth, and touch up my ruined makeup so I could go to this dumb ass gala. Once I was done, I straightened my elegant purple dress and prepared to leave before he stopped me with another comment.

"You look a little fat in that. Maybe it's the color." He frowned up.

"Are you serious?" I asked him while I tried to read his facial expression. He didn't seriously just call me fat for carrying his child?

"We're late anyway. It wouldn't hurt to change real quick." He said nonchalantly.

"I'm not changing. Excuse me." I pushed past him out of the door. I had a right mind to turn around but I couldn't let him think he destroyed my confidence and made me decide to really not go.

The ride over was completely silent and I looked out the window the entire time. My emotions wanted to run rampant but I held it together. When we arrived to the venue, I took a deep breath because I knew I had to be performatively nice. Once inside, I started receiving an overwhelming amount of compliments about my appearance but most surprisingly my dress. Each time it was complimented, I over thanked the individual in an effort to make my husband look stupid. Fat where?

He was of course holding my hand and pulling me around the gala to let anyone who would listen know I was pregnant. We walked around for maybe 30 minutes before the young lady, Megan, who showcased her art at the art show appeared into my view. I thought she was alone originally before I then saw Beyoncé walk up behind her and hand her a drink. This wasn't a friendly gesture though, they were extremely close. Beyonce's front was pressed very intimately into her backside. I couldn't help but to release from my husband's grip and walk in their direction. I didn't turn to see if he was following behind, but even if he wasn't, it wouldn't be too long before he did.

"Beyoncé?" I approached her with a confused look that switched continuously from her and Megan. She looked at me in a bit of shock before coming around Megan to say hello.

"Hi Onika." She said simply and examined my body. "You look amazing."

"Thank you. You too." I responded while looking at her date.