It's been a few weeks since I've found out about Bey being pregnant.
Since then we've gotten to know each other a lot more.
She still hasn't told her father though.
She doesn't know how he'll react.
And she hasn't told Jay either. I thought that she should but she saying that he doesn't need to know.
Today her and I are heading to lunch then shopping I think. I really don't know. Bey's always all over the place.
"Bey I'm here!" I yelled.
"You must be the young man that got my daughter pregnant."
I turned, seeing a women that looked just like Bey. I'm guessing this was her mother. I never got the chance to meet her mother because every time I came by she was either out of town or working.
"Yes ma'am that's me." I said walking to her and holding out my hand.
She shook my hand. "Beyonce is upstairs in her room." She said.
"Okay thank you." I smiled.
She gave me a half smile before turning around and walking to the kitchen.
I walked upstairs to Bey's room opening the door.
"Cole do you not no how to knock." Bey yelled covering her upper half.
"I've already seen everything." I said looking around her room then back to her. There was no debt that Bey was fine as hell.
But she always actin' self conscious and shit.
"That's not the fucking point."
She signed. She walked to her closet finding a shirt.
"I seen your mom." I told her sitting on her bed.
She froze in her spot.
"What? I thought she left."
"Nope. She was nice."
"Thank god."
"Where's bluebug?" I asked. She is the sassiest little thing I've ever met in my life.
"She's at my sisters for a little bit until I get my shit together."
"You seem like you got your shit together to me." I told her.
"I really don't." She laughed. "I'm just glad the media hasn't said anything yet."
"I'm surprised too."
"You ready." She asked.
"Yep."
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"When are you going to cut that shit off your head?" Bey asked sipping her milk shake.
We had decided to go to stake and shake. We've just finished a whole day of baby shopping, getting unisex things.
I didn't even know we had a stake and shake until Bey pointed it out.
"What's up with you and blue talking about my hair? Don't talk about it." I pouted.
"Why not?" She smirked.
"Because I said so."
"I don't like it."
"You wasn't saying nothin' when you were pulling it while I was eatin-"
"Okay Cole." She laughed. "I don't even remember what happened that night. How do you?"
"I'on think I drank as much as you did."
"Whatever." She sighed. "I'm ready to leave."
"Coming to my house?" I asked getting up.
"Your house is boring."
"No it ain't. Plus I got that Netflix shit you've been talking about."
"Okay let's go then." She said throwing her trash way.
As we pushed the door open we both were blinded by flashing lights.
"Are you and Jay Z getting a divorce!"
"Beyonce!"
"J.Cole!"
"Are you two together now!"
"Beyonce are you pregnant!"
I grabbed Bey's hand and covered her face with my arm making sure she got to the car safe.
If she were to fall and have a miscarriage I would sue every single one of if these motha'fuckers.
I got to admit I'm excited for this baby. I wasn't at first but then I started thinking about how exciting it is to bring someone into this world.
"Damn how did they find us." Bey said putting on her seatbelt.
"I have no idea."
We stayed quiet for a little bit until I heard bey say,"Did you hear what the last guy asked?" She said.
"Yeah." I said pulling into my drive way.
"Who all have you told?" She asked.
"Told about what?"
"The pregnancy."
"No one."
"Cole."
"Okay maybe one person."
"Who?"
"My friend Trey." I told her getting out the car.
"Do you think he told?" She asked.
"I don't know. We'll find out tonight."
"What you mean?" She asked.
"We going out tonight."
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