"Someone needs to wash those dishes." Momma yelled loudly, Shawn sighed rubbing his head a he got out of our bed.
"How'd she get in?" I picked my phone off the dresser to check the time,
6:46 AM
Was this woman in my house, making noise? At six in the morning? Oh Hell no. Hell to the no, no, no.
"I gave her a key." Shawn mumbled and I sighed loudly.
"You are so stupid. Bringing that crazy ass woman into my house without my permission. Now she going to interfere with my plans, and my kids. And the time that we could have spent doing more freaky shit like we had been. But no Shawn you just had to bring my-
My complaining was stopped by a soft kiss on my lips silencing me immediately. Stopping all the thoughts of my mother in my head. I began to kiss him back. Soon, I felt Shawn's hands sneakily slid down to rest on my butt. I smirked and made a little jump so I could wrap my strong legs around his waist. He was already shirtless, only in some sweat pants and I was in my bra and panties that I wouldn't mind having them being ripped off by his muscular hands.
Shawn spinned us around and set me down on top of the bed. I smirked as I realized what he was hinting at when he didn't sit down with me. I looked down and saw the bulge in his pants and I thought damn.
"Fuck Daddy, we can't do this when my mother is here." I sighed running a hand through my hair.
"Beyoncé you think I give a shit-
"I'm not sucking your dick Shawn." I stated firmly getting up from the bed, and moving to our closet giving Shawn a nice view of my rear end that he wasn't allowed to touch because of his silly mistake of letting my mom into our house.
Examining my options, before looking out the window to see if there was any sign of rain, I decided that my plaid flannel and my gray pencil skirt would be an appropriate outfit for the day.
"We could shower together." Shawn pleaded and I just nodded my head no.
I began to take off my bra and panties, Shawn watching me intently of course, as I prepared for my morning shower.
"Beyoncé Giselle Knowles, you cannot do this to me. Come over here, right now." He demanded. I could tell he was kinda pissed off. His voice had gotten deeper. But I was my own woman and I didn't have to do everything Shawn insisted on me doing.
"No." I said for the last time before strutting into the bathroom and slamming the doors behind me.
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"Good morning Beyoncé." Mother greeted me.
"Good morning mother." I held a crying baby boy in my hands.
"What's the matter with Andre?"
"I think he's just a bit hungry." I explain to her.
"You still breastfeeding?" She asked setting a plate of pancakes on the table.
When we weren't arguing my mom and I got along pretty well. It was just rare that we weren't arguing.
"No." I held Andre tightly and moved in a slow up and down motion.
"Well I congratulate you for getting your figure back so quickly." She complimented me and I gave her a small smile.
"Thanks." I pulled a bottle of milk for Andre out the fridge and popped it into the microwave.
"Shh." I whispered soothingly into Andres ear.
"Let me have the boy." I heard Shawn's voice. He held a quiet Sasha in his hands. She had a little pink onesie that read Princess Carter on it.
He wore a white shirt with light blue baggy jeans and his Timberlands.
"Okay, Does Andre have a onesie like that?" I asked him.
"Yeah it's Blue and says Prince Carter on it."
Blue. I thought about the name for a split second. It was a cute name for a baby girl. But I wasn't having another child for a while.
"Okay. Good to know. But I want to go to work today."
"Me as well."
"Momma?" I sang in a pleading tone.
"Yeah I can watch the kids." She sighed and continued to eat her breakfast.
It was 7 now and I think I'd have enough time to go to work on time of I left in 30 minutes.
"Thank you, we appreciate it." I kissed Andre on the cheek before going to the living room and placing him in the crib we had in the living room. Near the front door of our house.
