run of the mill.

8th

"But are you sure this is the best thing, I mean you're both so young."

Shawn switched shoulders with his phone and grabbed some undershirts from the drawer in the closet. His mind was only half focused on the conversation that he and his mother were both wholly engaged in. He grabbed some underwear and other bare necessities like t-shirts and whatnot before shuffling out of the closet and putting all of it on the bed.

"Yeah I'm sure, plus it's already done," he said looking at Beyonce as she put his stuff neatly in his bag. He knew by the time he got back, it was not going to look as well put together as she had it now. He wouldn't be surprised if it was just crumpled up and thrown in there after being gone for nearly a month in a half. No, Shawn feared it would look ghastly. "And I'm positive I wouldn't change it."

"Is Beyonce happy?"

"Of course she is. She's smiling right now," Shawn said with a grin watching Beyonce frown deeply at his organization. She had asked for him to bring her all the jeans and shoes first, but he kept bringing her things she didn't want to pack yet. He would just grab whatever he saw.

Beyonce cut her eyes and him and he shrugged, trying to downplay the situation. She stood and pushed him to sit on the bed. "I'll do it. You suck."

Shawn only grinned at her and sat down like she had told him to. "Ma I'm packing right now. Can you call me back?"

Debra huffed, promising that she would call him back soon. "I'm happy for you baby." They hung up the phone and Beyonce emerged from the closet carrying three pairs of Shawn's jeans on hangers.

Shawn looked at the pairs she had chosen and shrugged since he really didn't have something he didn't want in his closet. She could go and pick anything and he would wear it. He liked what he had. So he said nothing as she brought piece after piece out of the closet and packed his bag for him, constantly mumbling things about him being a child and not knowing how to follow simple directions.

He only grinned as she put his last few things in his back and pushed it down as she zipped it up. "There," she said as she made the zippers connect. "Was that so hard?" she asked attempting to pick up the back and put it on the floor. She heaved and the luggage went nowhere, the bed didn't even shake.

Shawn burst into a fit of laughter before he could stop himself. Beyonce glared at him and tried to pick the bag up again, only to make the same too little progress. She frowned deeper at him and left the room. Shawn hopped off the bed and grabbed the handle, throwing it carelessly to the floor with little effort. He walked out of the room and found her in the kitchen, sitting on the island drinking a bottle of vitamin water.

He had recently gotten an in endorsement deal with them also and drank healthy amounts of that to placate his sponsors. It there was one thing they always kept in the house, it was vitamin water. Shawn stood between her legs and grinned at the way she rolled her eyes and looked away from him.

"You laughed at me," she said, faking an upset nature. Well she didn't seem really upset so he assumed it was fake.

Shawn grinned a little wider when he realized that she wasn't truly upset. It took more than that to really piss Beyonce off. "I'm sorry baby."

"And your leaving me," she said, whining a little.

Shawn shrugged. "I won't be gone long. Just four games."

Beyonce sighed. "I don't wanna do this by myself."

She was talking about being pregnant and attempting to hold down her household. She didn't want to be alone at night and during any hour of the day when she had her morning sickness. She wondered why they called it morning sickness if she was randomly sick at all hours of the fucking day. It was like three and four times a day at the most inconvenient hours. She didn't want to be away from him while she leaned over the toilet and spit out everything she'd eaten that day.