A/n: I heard y'all been waiting on this one 🫣 ——— Beyonce's POV
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"Blue, don't touch that one." I called out, scrolling through plug ins on my laptop. "That's the mic for recording, baby, not the speaker."
Her voice came back from the other side of the room. "I didn't touch it!"
I grinned, tweaking the EQ on a vocal sample. The studio setup was makeshift but functional. I had a MIDI board on the coffee table, laptop propped on a stand, cords everywhere. I'd been using the time to work. Not for anyone else. Just for me. My sound. My healing. Something I hadn't done in a long time.
Blue had disappeared down the hall, but I could still hear her talking. Mostly to herself, narrating whatever game she had going on.
"Alright, stack that on beat. No—mmm, too heavy."
I twisted one of the dials on the mixer, frustration low in my throat. I leaned back on the couch and blew out a breath, headphones sliding down to my shoulders. This makeshift studio had started to feel like a haven with no distractions.
Well, almost no distractions.
"Blue?" I called, not looking up. "What you doing, baby?"
Her voice came faint from the hallway. "Playin'."
"Play where I can see you."
"Okay."
I twisted a knob and re-ran the hook. While she went quiet again, never returning back into my sight, despite why instructions.
I lifted my headphones fully off, standing up, walking around the corner.
That's when I heard it a thud, followed by a scream.
My blood turned to ice. "Blue?!"
I almost knocked everything on the floor as I took off running barefoot down the hallway. The scream had gone from sharp to whimpering by the time I turned the corner and found her on the floor, curled over her left arm.
"Oh my God, baby."
Her face was scrunched up in pain, hot tears already falling. "Mommy, I fell."
"What were you doing, Blue?" I said through my heavy breathing.
"I was trying to do a cartwheel, mommy."
I huffed. "Blue, you--"
I shook my head, stopping the lecture that was at the tip of my tongue and dropped to my knees beside her. "Let me see. Let me—don't move it, don't—shhh, okay okay okay."
Her forearm was already swelling.
I want to grab my phone off the wall charger and called the first name I always called.
