My love

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Onika POV

*cough cough*, i held the tissue up to zayas nose and mouth as she coughed. Her snot was green and I was feeding her cough medicine every few hours. "Mama, my throat.." she whimpers and I nod and pick her up and lay her against my chest, her head on my shoulder.

One of the things about being a mother is that getting sick from your child is literally inevitable, it's not really about your health it's about their comfort. It's also times like this that I wish her father was in her life. For her sake only, to know who her father is and to know she's cared for.

She coughs in the crease of my neck and I rock from side to side and coo at her. "Shhh honey it's ok, get it out" I smile and pat her back as she breathes heavily on my chest. Her small hands cling around my neck and I close my eyes at the feeling.

It felt like just yesterday I was just getting slapped by meek while she cried in the background, needing me when I barely had anyone who needed me.

Her weight was a lot heavier than when she was as a newborn of course, her hair was curly and in my face smelling of the shampoo we used on wash day. Her stuffy swollen nose gave no light to how much it was starting to look like her father's.

She formed mostly full sentences and was smarter than me on my best day. I look in the mirror across from me. The mirror me and Zaya decorated together, it had butterflies and heart stickers just for her to look in the mirror everyday and tell herself she's enough.

When I looked into the mirror I saw a new woman, a loved woman, a grown woman. One who was a first time parent to the most precious little girl. I got flowers sent to my job every Friday and kissed at night by the most gentlest also very grown woman who lights my flame even when I blow it out.

Her coughing fit tossed me out of my trance and I smiled looking down at her. "Awe my sick baby" I coo and she whines in my neck. I hear the front door open and my ears perk up. The door opening is often a triggering sound because of my memories of meek coming home late at night causing trouble, but I'm greatly surprised and put at ease when I hear my honey beys voice.

She makes her way to zayas room knowing we're both in here and slowly opens the door and peeks inside. Her honey blonde hair sways and I break out into a smile. She comes inside fully and kisses my forehead and the curly head of Zaya.

She pulls a flower from behind her back and hands it to me proudly, her dimples popped as she looks at my reaction.

I blush and poke out my bottom lip and she pecks it softly. " how's baby girl doing?" She asks feeling the heat radiating off her back. "Coughing up Texas" I respond and bey chuckles.

" I've got chick fil a for me and the queen and some chicken noodle soup and cough syrup for the little one on the counter. You can start eating and I can hold her while I warm her soup" she smiles and carefully takes her from my arms and places her in her own.

I smile and nod thankful and we make our way to the kitchen. Beyonce holds her on her chest and stirs some canned chicken noodle soup in a pot while she coughs. I dig into my food and she makes me laugh with her silliness and I make her smile by complimenting how good she looks.

She sits Zaya down in her high chair and begins to feed her the chicken noodle soup. Zaya slurps it up as Beyonce makes it fun for her. When she laughs she coughs but she keeps a smile on her face because Beyonce continues smiling.

I watch and practically melt at how good Beyonce looked as a mother. She looked back at me and I winked at her, I saw the blush creep across her face as she continued to feed Zaya.