(A Few Months Later-April 2006)
Jay: * yelling from his office* Bey! Baby come here!
Bey: *walks in* What is it baby?
Jay: What took so long?
Bey: Um *points to belly* Its kind of hard to move fast ya know
Jay: Oh yea. I forgot
Bey: Ch....what you want? I got food on the stove
Jay: Did you take $80,000 out of my account?
Bey: No, why would I do that?
Jay: I'm just asking. I was checking my bank account making sure everything is intact and that's whats missing. I asked you first before I started tripping out.
Bey: Oh no. I didn't take it. Plus I have my own money, so I don't need yours.
Jay: Baby don't take me asking you that the wrong way. Im not saying you stole it. I really don't care about you getting money from me. And could you please stop with the whole "my money, your money" thing? We are together, we are engaged, we are a family with two kids...well amost two
Bey: I was just saying
Jay: I know, and so was I. Go ahead and finish cooking my steak woman *chuckles*
Bey: Ch...I'll burn that damn steak *walks off giggling* You know Im good at burning shit
(Bey went back in the kitchen and continued cooking {btw her cooking skills have obviously improved and Jay has been helping her around the kitchen}. Jay was still trying to figure out where his money went. While they were doing what they were doing, Jr was in his room playing and all of a sudden some glass breaks.)
Bey: Jr! *moves in the living room as fast as she can* Are you ok? *checks him to make sure he wasn't bleeding*
Jay: *runs in* What happened?
Jr: *points to broken table in the living room*
Bey: Jr how did you break my table?!
Jr: I threw the ball at it
Bey: What have I told you about that?
Jay: *picking up glass* I told you about that earlier
Jr: My bad dang
Bey: *gives him "the look"* Yo bad? Dang? I got some for that. Get yo lil ass over. I don't know what the hell has got into you.
Jr: You got fat
Bey: Oh, I'm about to tear the skin off yo lil butt
Jr: *runs away*
Bey: Jr, get back in here! Don't run from me *goes after him*
Jay: Bey, I got it. Just sit down. You know you cant be doing all that
Bey: Naw, Im gone beat his ass. Im sick of him actin a fool. Ever since I started showing a little, he been just doin shit Jay!
Jay: I know baby, I'll take care of him. I just need you to relax before your blood pressure gets too high
Bey: *sits* Fine! ...and you better tear his ass up like I would
Jay: I got it
(Jay finishes picking up the glass and walks around the house looking for Jr. Bey finally relaxes enough to finish cooking dinner.)
Jay: *in their bedroom* Jr I know you in here. Come here
Jr: No!
Jay: Jr don't make me come find you
