run of the mill.

12th

2:34.

And still no damn sign of him.

Beyonce was livid. It was one thing to make a fool of her. She had grown quite accustomed to Shawn playing her. But when he did it to his mother and sister, she got pissed. Now Beyonce understood that he didn't know they were there he could have called instead of making her look dumb yet again and having them stay up until Tiny passed out on the couch and Debra had to wake her. They had both retired to the guest bedroom and opted for seeing Shawn first thing in the morning. Beyonce bid them good night and grabbed her phone as soon as she was alone. That had been an hour ago.

She pressed dial again after she went to voicemail yet again. Beyonce sat on the bed and looked at the phone. She didn't even bother to leave a voicemail. He wouldn't care. He didn't care about anything or anyone other than himself nowadays. Valentine's Day was last week and he didn't even send Beyonce a text. Then she called him yesterday and he claimed he forgot. She was sure he did... he didn't care enough to remember.

Beyonce took a hand to her face and wiped her tired eyes. The lump in her throat and small one at the pit of her stomach worked together to get her to lie down on the bed. But as soon as she did, she heard the elevator opening. Beyonce sighed and sat up, not bothering to seek him out. The bellman came in before him anyway, putting his bags in the corner and nodding respectfully to her. Beyonce barely smiled in return.

Shawn looked small in the doorway since only one of the double doors were open. He stepped inside looking down at his phone and Beyonce couldn't help but to recognize how handsome he was. So fine. He glanced her direction and did a double take when he saw her awake. "Baby," he said approaching her. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up into his arms so quickly Beyonce felt truly missed. "You're awake."

"Yeah," she said into his neck. She inhaled his cologne and forgot she was upset with him until he pecked her lips slowly. Shawn pecked her lips again and dipped his tongue into her mouth briefly. "I-," she attempted around the tongue. Beyonce arched her back and pulled her lips again. "I thought you said forty-five minutes."
Shawn sighed. "I know but his little meeting turned into a get together and I spent the whole night trying to get away."

'Five hours trying to get away?'

Beyonce bit her lip and said nothing, just allowed him to kiss her neck. Shawn brought his lips back to her face and licked her jaw line before touching her lips yet again. Beyonce moaned a protest so that she could speak. "Debra and Tiny are here."

This time Shawn held his face away so that he could look at her. "What?"

"Yeah, they came in today too. They wanted to surprise you but..."

"Oh damn," he said letting her go. "My bad baby I ain't know. I wouldn't even have went to make an appearance if I knew people were waiting on me."

Beyonce wanted to tell him that she had been waiting on him too. What about her? She said nothing, just sighed and nodded in understanding. "Their good. They were tired anyway."

Shawn nodded and Beyonce unzipped his jacket. She slid it off his shoulders and almost winced at the realization that she was still, after all of this shit, taking care of him. She hung it on her shoulder and pulled his shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head. "You want me to run you a shower?" she asked in a quiet voice... a voice ashamed.

Of course Shawn didn't notice. Instead he yawned and nodded his head. "Yeah, I could use one after that long ass flight."

Beyonce nodded and left the rest of his clothes to him. She started the shower and put it on a warm temperature before she hung up his jacket and put his dirty shirt in the hamper. Beyonce walked out of the bathroom just as he stepped into the shower. She curled up on her side of the bed and attempted to go to sleep before she shower went off. But the one time she wanted to be sleepy and go to sleep, she couldn't. It evaded her.

Tire hid long enough for Shawn to climb behind her smelling like a fresh shower. His cool skin slid against her body, molding his arms and legs to the beck of hers. She shivered and his cold, refreshing chest pushed against her back. Beyonce shivered again. Shawn held her close to him. He inhaled deeply and moaned into her neck. "I missed you like this."

Beyonce said nothing. She only let him press against her, unconsciously pressing back against him lovingly. She had no idea, at this point in her love, that she did any of those loving things.

"I missed both my babies." Shawn's fingers worked blindly to unbutton her night shirt up to her stomach. His big hand splayed over her slightly, ever so lightly protruding stomach. "How is he?"

Beyonce smiled against her better judgment. Shawn wanted a boy. "Ok, I guess. Nothing abnormal."

"And you, anything abnormal with you?"

Beyonce shrugged. "I'm good too. I gained four pounds."

Shawn chuckled just a little and Beyonce was reminded of how she fell in love with him in the first place. He was sweet when he wanted to be. She lifted the hand she was laying on and blindly reached behind her, finding his scalp and running her fingers over it. Shawn purred a response. "I can't tell."

'She must rub his head until they fall asleep.'

"Yeah right," Beyonce mumbled.

"I'm for real."

"And I'm fat."

Shawn sucked his teeth. "I'm serious."

"I'm fat."

Shawn was still for a millisecond and then he inhaled the smell of her hair. "Na," he growled. "You only fat here." Shawn moved his hand from her stomach to the private area inside her cotton panties to one swift motion. He spread the lips expertly and touched the sensitive little nub that was her clit.

Beyonce responded almost instantly, arching her back and trying to move away from the instance feeling his single finger caused in half a second. Her ass pushed against a growing dick and she shied from that too, pushing his finger harder on her womanhood and making her lips part and a moan escape her lips. Beyonce's hand snapped to his wrist as though he had moved or something.

"Yeah," Shawn moaned, digging deeper into her sex. "Fat as fuck..."