A/n : y'all have been feed today 😝
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Y/n's POV
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I finally moved, dragging my hand down my face as I sat back at my desk. My jaw was still tense, thoughts clouded, but I forced myself to focus. Across the room, Lisa looked up from her monitor, lips painted in that soft ass pink.
I hope she wasn't on no snooping shit.
I looked back at my computer, trying to ignore her body standing up and shifting towards my office.
"You okay?" She asked once she reached the open door.
"Yeah." I said flat, pulling my laptop open. "You don't gotta worry 'bout all that."
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Bey hadn't hit me all day. Not a "hey," not a picture, not even a lil heart emoji. Just straight radio silence.
I tried to act normal, pushing through meetings and emails, but I felt that shit. That absence. She was tight, and she wasn't even trying to pretend she wasn't.
I called her around lunch. No answer. I texted her:
"You good?"
Delivered.
No response.
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By the time the end of the day came, I was ready to clock out early just to get home and fix whatever storm was brewing.
Bey had left about an hour before me. Always did, to relieve the babysitter ahead of time.
I stood up, rolling my neck out, when Lisa knocked on my open door.
"You heading out?" She asked, twirling her hair.
"Yeah." I said shortly, keeping my tone dry. "You're free to go as well."
She smiled. "Okay well, I had a good first day. Thanks for not biting." She winked.
I offered her a small smile, nothing crazy. "Yeah. Aight. See you tomorrow, Lisa."
"See you, boss." And with that, she left.
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When I got home, the house was quiet. A lil' too quiet.
Kyle's toys were scattered across the living room floor, but I didn't hear his usual babbling or the TV playing.
I headed towards the kitchen and found Bey standing at the stove in one of my oversized tees, stirring something with her lips pressed together. She ain't even glance up.
"Kyle sleep?"
"Mhm." She hummed, still not looking at me.
Damn.
I walked up behind her, same way I did this morning, sliding my hands around her waist. She tensed just slightly, not enough to push me away but enough for me to feel it.
I kissed her shoulder. "You mad at me?"
"I didn't say I was."
"But are you?" I pushed.
"No."
"Yes, you are." I huffed.
"I just said I wasn't." She said flat.
"You also said you was fine when you was in labor and Kyle's head was literally halfway out."
"And your were squeezing my hand like a maniac."
She snorted. Finally. "Shut up."
I turned her around gently. She didn't fight it, but she ain't exactly melt into me either.
