Omniscient pov
Nicki's penthouse wasn't what it used to be.
Before, it was sleek, modern, and spotless—everything in its place.
Now?
There were tiny toy cars in the sink, stuffed animals thrown across her expensive couches, and a whole Barbie salon taking over her dining room table.
And the crazy part?
Nicki loved it.
She loved waking up next to Beyoncé every morning, watching the kids fight over the last waffle, and seeing Bey smile really smile—for the first time in a long time.
It was almost perfect.
Until reality hit.
The court date.
Beyoncé barely slept the night before, her body tense as Nicki held her close.
And when she sat on that stand, everyone finally learned the truth.
The abuse.
The rape.
The chains.
The years of torment Jay put her through.
Nicki's stomach twisted as she listened.
She thought she knew what Beyoncé had suffered—but this? This was worse.
Jay had groomed her since she was 18. Fathered three of her children through assault.
Nicki clenched her fists so tight she thought she'd break something.
But this wasn't her fight anymore.
This was Beyoncé's.
And as much as she hated seeing her break down in front of everyone, she was so damn proud of her for finally telling her truth.
When the verdict came in—Jay was sentenced to life. Nicki was ready to take Beyoncé home, hold her, kiss her, do whatever she needed to feel safe again.
But then, her family stepped in.
Her mother, her father, her cousins—all of them suddenly overprotective, telling her who she could and couldn't be around.
And that included Nicki.
"We just want you to be safe, baby,"her mother pleaded. "You just got out of a horrible situation—this isn't the time to jump into something new."
Nicki wanted to argue she wasn't Jay. She would never hurt Beyoncé.
But she stayed quiet, clenching her jaw as Beyoncé stood her ground.
"I'm leaving with Nicki," she said firmly. "I'm not a child. I decide who's in my life."
Her parents weren't happy, but they had no choice.
But there was one condition.
"You can go with her, but the kids stay with us. For now."
That one stung.
Nicki felt Beyoncé tense beside her, but after a long moment, she nodded. "Fine.."
As much as she loved her babies, she needed time to breathe.
To heal.
And for the first time in her life—focus on herself.
The next three days?
They belonged to her and Nicki.
No distractions. No interruptions.
Just them.
And Nicki would spend every second making sure she never regretted it.
