run of the mill.

14th

Beyonce stepped from the Mercedes and let the valet close the door. Walked around the car without the graze she once had since she had a little pudgy four month pouch in the bottom of her stomach. Beyonce entered the store and removed her D&G shades, putting them in the custom case and throwing it on her Coach Purse. She looked around the store a second and then found a small carrying basket. 

Beyonce walked through the aisles with purpose. She was looking for particular things; junk food. Shawn never kept it in the house because he was a professional athlete of course and only treated himself to such luxuries on rare occasions. Now all he kept in the house were things that would give him lots of carbohydrates like bread and spaghetti and other starchy shit for energy. And that damned Vitamin Water she told him the baby hated. Plus, Rosario thought it was bad for the baby.

She was sire it was fine so she was just gonna get her it damn self. Beyonce turned the aisle in her white thong sandals and checked for cookies. She wanted Oreos. She spotted the famous blue label and went to them immediately. Two bags of double-stuffed. Beyonce threw them in her small basket. Her tummy bumping into the cart rail loosely as she searched for the sweeter candies on the cereal aisle. 

Gushers!

Two boxes of those.

She opened her grabbed for her other necessities; ice-cream, whole milk, candies, and other confections, and headed for the register. As the lady rang up all the junk food, including the sodas, Beyonce tried to placate herself by saying that she was celebrating her new baby. 

She'd found out the sex of the baby today. Shawn had to miss the appointment to do a photo shoot with some Brazilian model that had the body Beyonce had only been able to dream of for the past few weeks. She was sure that he wanted to be there with her but it was work and some things were unavoidable. The woman had travelled all the way from South America to take these photos with him. There were plenty of other opportunities for Shawn to be a part of the babies very first months. 

She turned into the parking garage and gathered all of her belongings, getting out and going to the elevator that would take her to the lobby. As soon as the doors opened the camera's flickered and a bellboy reached for her grocery bags. 

"Oh Beyonce you look lovely pregnant."

Beyonce smiled and held her bag tighter. She had become quite acquainted with the usual reporters that hung out around her apartment building looking for a story. They, the reporters and her, were on a very friendly basis. "Thank you," she said. 

"Are you nervous?"

Beyonce kept her stride to the elevator constant as she conversed conversationally with the reporters, who seemed to feel they didn't have enough pictures of her walking. "No, Shawn and I are really excited but not nervous."

"So have you given any thought to the name yet?"

Beyonce reached the elevator and turned to the camera's, smiling broadly. "No but whatever we decide, I'll be sure to let you know."

"You're a doll Bey!"

"She's so nice!"

"Much better than that damn Linsey Lohan, you know that little bitch spat-..." the doors closed behind her bellboy and het didn't get to hear the rest of the story. 

Thirty minutes later she sat in the living room with her confections spread out in front of her and Rosario standing in the doorway shaking her head disapprovingly. She shook the looks off and grabbed her phone, intending to call Shawn and tell him of the good news. 

The phone rang, and rang, and rang, and finally went to voicemail. Beyonce made a face and dialed again. This time the phone rang and rang and he finally picked up. "Hey baby you got a second?"