First Time Mom? (COMPLETE)

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Beyonce woke up the next morning and yawned. She looked to her left and realized that he still wasn't here. Where the fuck is he, she thought. Walking inside the bathroom, she got into the shower and began cleaning herself up. As she was doing so, Ava opened the door and walked in.

"Mommy," she spoke, taking off her pants. Beyonce poked her head out and saw Ava, smiling a little.

"Hey honey. Uh why are you taking off your pants?"

Ava sat down on the toilet, "Have to use the restroom.."

Beyonce nodded and finished her shower. She stepped out with a towel wrapped tightly around her body, her hair dripping wet. Ava was still sitting down on the toilet, trying to use the bathroom. Beyonce heard her grunting and looked at her.

"You okay," she asked her.

"It hurt," Ava responded, getting off. She wiped herself and flushed the toilet, putting on her pajama pants. She washed her hands and walked out, going to her room. Beyonce went to her closet and opened it, contemplating on what to wear. She decided on wearing a tank top with shorts. Once she was dressed, she did her hair in a half up half down style. She headed downstairs and stopped in her tracks. Shawn was on the couch, sleeping. Beyonce's demeanor immediately changed, but decided to keep her composure for the sake of her kids. She didn't know how much longer she could do it. So, she walked up to him and stood there. 

Shawn opened his eyes and jumped up when he saw his wife, her arms crossed and a not-so pleased facial expression on her face. He stood up and smiled, opening his arms.

"Heeyyyy baby," he said, trying to hug her.

Beyonce shook her head and pushed him away, sitting down. She just couldn't bring herself to hug him. She needed to know where he was last night. 

"Where were you last night, Shawn? I was worried sick," she asked, staring at him.

He stayed quiet for awhile, debating on whether to tell the truth or not. But if he didn't tell the truth, he knew she would be even more pissed. And quite frankly, he wouldn't blame her. Beyonce sat there and waited, she had all night. 

"I went out to the club," he started.

Beyonce sat up a little bit not liking the sound of it, "To the club with who?"

"Ray and Michael..."

She groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling her anger slowly boil. She didn't think Ray was the type to go to clubs, especially since she knew his wife. But Michael on the other hand... he was friends with Shawn since back in the day. Whenever Shawn and Michael were together, trouble ensued. And this was no different.

"What did y'all do," she asked, her voice getting a tad bit higher with anger. He took a quick peek at her facial reaction and boy did she look pissed. Her face was slowly turning three shades of red, and that wasn't a pretty sight.

"Ray and Michael tried to talk some sense into me by slapping the shit out of me. But I wasn't listening, truthfully. I had drinks. Quite a lot of drinks. And a stripper took me to the back of the club..."

Her eyes got big at what he was hinting at, "Shawn please don't tell me..."

He sighed shakily and cleared his throat, "She gave me a blowjob. And we... ended up having... sex.."

Tears filled her eyes and they started to fall. Beyonce covered her mouth and tried not to cry, but it was too hard. When Shawn tried to reach over and comfort his wife, all he got in return was a hard slap to the face. He stared at her as she tried to regain her composure.