run of the mill.

24th

A little over two months later, Beyonce was standing in her own apartment smiling at her figure in a wife beater and track shorts. After vigorous workouts and strenuous effort, she was finally back to a decent size. She grimaced at the thought that it took her nearly three months but damnit she did it. It was, by no means, the six pack she had developed before Jamie but it was no longer pudgy. She was flat for the most part, bathing suit worthy.

She looked at her D cup breasts and decoded she was going to start waning off of the bottle so she could wear her old bra's again. She had to buy leggings in every color just so she could have something to wear. Shawn had of course defiantly sent over boxes of her things to her even though she left them for a reason. She had been making a statement, attempting to declare her independence. She didn't have more things to choose from though since Shelby's fresh ass had started dipping in the Nike's and Ed Hardy clothes she'd sent home to her father when she went through her college transformation. And with the clothes she'd sent to T when she first moved to Miami, she didn't have shit but the stuff Shawn bought her. She longed for some Chuck Taylors or something.

All she had was designer shit.

She turned away from the mirror and smiled at Jamie who was laying on her stomach in the center of the king size ~bed~ looking at her with a pacifier handing from her mouth. Her curly hair was in a tiny afro and her dark eyes she'd inherited from her father were wide with interest.

"Jamie Ann," Beyonce said looking at her and smiling. "I love you baby but, I am so glad to be back to this size."

Jamie blinked, and then moved to her hands and knees like she was going to crawl to greet her mother. She only made it a step and then plopped on her stomach. She smiled around the pacifier at her own gentle failure and looked up at Beyonce for assistance. "Mama's comin'." She changed the little one and noticed that she had just used the bathroom, which meant Beyonce had at least an hour or so to bath her so she wouldn't have a little accident in the water.

Beyonce picked her up and whirled around a tiny little bit, much to Jamie's delight. Then she walked into the ~living room~ and put in a CD she'd mixed. Beyonce went into the ~bathroom~ and turned on the water, adding nothing into the water to keep her baby's skin clear. Jamie loved water. Beyonce was almost sure she was part fish somehow.

Being a gentle mother by nature, Beyonce sat Jamie in the sink for safety while she stripped herself of her own clothes. Then she stripped Jamie and together, they climbed into the bathtub. Beyonce drew knees up and leaned back to the wall. She sat Jamie to straddle her lap and smiled as she baby, rid of her pacifier, stared in awe at the water.

Beyonce grabbed a towel and soaked it. She rubbed the baby's shoulders, simply wetting her and then rung it out over her head. Jamie looked up briefly, then closed her eyes as the water touched her forehead. It spilled over her face and into her little hair and Jamie laughed and reached over her head for the towel.

Beyonce grinned and grabbed the Johnson's baby soap and started to wash off her giggling curious child. Beyonce made sure she was soft and clean before she started playing with her again.

There was some rustling outside and Beyonce looked at the bathroom door which she'd left open. After a little more thumping and then the sound of keys rattling as the door was opened, Beyonce heard it slam and saw Shawn throwing them idle on the small dining table. She resumed her bath, completely uncaring that he was around.

"Hey," she said as he entered the bathroom and put the top on the toilet down. Shawn sat on it and sighed, closing his eyes and resting his head against the wall behind him. Beyonce only glanced over at him and continued to rinse Jamie off. "You look tired."

"I am," he said simply. Shawn slowly lifted his head and looked at the two of them in the now sudsy water. It wasn't clear like it once was because of all the soap they had used. Shawn only let his eyes linger on Beyonce's smooth wet legs a little while before he took the opportunity to look at all the other wet parts of her. Beyonce's smooth shoulders even caught his eye as they glistened with a none scented dew nature. His gaze rolled down her back, stopping at each little nub that was her spinal cord and by the time he reached the place where the water touched her back and he could no longer see the spine, his mouth had fallen open slightly. Her arms and the child prevented him from seeing her lovely breasts and Shawn was just about to let his imagination wander when the baby laughed as Beyonce poured water on her head.

Beyonce glanced at him. "You wanna give daddy a kiss?" she asked the baby, clearly wrapped up in the infant in her arms. Jamie only smiled like she knew what was going on. Shawn grinned and leaned forward. Beyonce lifted a wet Jamie out of the water and to her daddies lips. Shawn made a loud smacking sound and Jamie laughed again and kicked her legs as she was lowered back into the water on her mother's lap.

"What about you?" Shawn asked looking at Beyonce. She lifted her grin from the baby and looked at him with delighted curious eyes. "You gon' give me a kiss too?"

The delight disappeared and was immediately replaced with disgust. Shawn only leaned back and ignored the huff that sounded from her lips. "You still gon' be able to watch her?" Beyonce asked Shawn while she looked at Jamie.

He sighed. "Yeah, I got you."

Beyonce nodded and Shawn stood up, getting a towel and holding it out to reach Jamie. He grabbed the whining baby that didn't want to leave the water and then went into the bedroom to dress her. He fought how much he wanted to stick around and watch Beyonce's wet form get out of the bath. But his daughter was the only thing that could keep his mind off of sexing that woman. She whined and broke into a cry having left the warm recesses of the water but she calmed when Shawn stuck a pacifier in her mouth while he put lotion, powder, and a diaper on her. He'd just put her in a thin white romper when Beyonce came in with a towel.

Shawn sat on the bed with Jamie in his arms rocking her absently while he tried not to notice the sway of Beyonce's developed hips underneath the towel. Her hair was pied at the top of her head and she walked to her tiny closet and picked up something appropriate to wear. She came from the closet and sat all of the things down on her bed.

Knowing he couldn't sit there and watch her change without advancing or begging, he excused himself. He found a bottle in the ~fridge~ and stuck it in the microwave. "Me and you are gonna sit down and watch the game today hunh?" he asked like she could respond. "Yep, Texas Longhorns are up tonight and I know how that's your favorite team." Shawn laughed at his own joke and removed the bottle, checking the temperature before putting it to Jamie's tiny lips. The child opened obediently and settled into a steady rhythm of sucking.

Beyonce emerged from the room moments later in a black Nike ~top~ that held her firmly and attractively according to Shawn's hungry stare. Anything she wore was attractive to him. With that she wore looser fitting black Nike ~sweats~ and some Lebron James ~kicks~. Her matching ~jacket~ was thrown over her shoulder and her hair was in a respectable ponytail.

She put her bag down on the couch and went through it thoroughly. "I made enough bottles to last her for the next few hours so you should be good."

"You gon' be gone that long?" Shawn asked curiously.

Beyonce cut defensive eyes at him. "What? Do you have somewhere to be or something? I can call Farrah and-."

Shawn shook his head. "No, I was just asking."

They said nothing for a minute or two while Beyonce decided whether he was sincere or not. When she felt sure enough she nodded. "I'll be gone for a few hours Shawn. Call me if you make plans. I can come home."

"I won't," he said stubbornly. He looked down at Jamie and smiled. "I'm spending time with the quarter back today."

He saw Beyonce roll her eyes and grinned at her. "My baby is not playing football, Shawn."

Shawn shrugged. "Sure she is. She gon' be just like her daddy."

"No," Beyonce said picking up her bag and looking at him. There was a faint twitch at the corners of her lips and Shawn realized that Beyonce was almost smiling. It was a smirk but it was a form of a smile nonetheless. "My baby would be able to take a hit."

Shawn cheesed, happy to be joking with her. They hadn't joked in months. Hell she hadn't smiled directly at him in weeks and the only reason she did that was because she'd announced that she'd gotten her first job. He was so happy to see her smirking at him his grin widened and displayed most of his even white teeth.

Beyonce must have taken note of grin because she immediately wiped her face of her smirk and looked away from him. They were back in their awkward space.

"Well," Shawn said. "Good luck on your first day."

"Thanks. I'll be back around three."

She approached the two of them and grabbed Jamie's small hand, kissing her forehead and grinning. "Bye momma's baby."

She glanced at Shawn and felt how close they were to each other. His legs were pressed to the front of hers ever so slightly and she could feel the heat coming from his body in the AC cooled room. She blinked her hazel globes and walked away, breaking the trance and heading for the door. She grabbed the keys off the table where Shawn had thrown them. "Later," she threw over her shoulder. And then she was gone.

Beyonce drove to her first day of work in glee. She was so proud of herself. She sat in the parking lot and checked her thin and light makeup in the mirror before getting out and locking the Mercedes behind her. She'd hoped she was dressed appropriately but the man on the phone said that what she had on would have been the perfect attire for such a job. She looked around the clean cut campus and opened the front door to Saint Jefferson High School, stepping in and looking around the big school.

The hallways were deserted with the exception of one or two people. Beyonce checked in as the substitute for the second, third, and fifth period Fitness Comprehension classes. She was informed that second period was just about to start and there was an office student that would have been glad to show her to the gym to get set up. The principal was out of the building and the regular teacher had just felt for her first day of maternity leave so Beyonce had no set curriculum. She sighed and followed the young girl to the gym. It was a huge facility and Beyonce found it hard to believe that this was a school.

The small office aid pulled the big door opened and said. "Here we are, the class should already be in there." She handed Beyonce a huge ring of keys and smiled. Beyonce gulped. "All the keys for the equipment have been marked so just have at it. If you need any assistance from the office just push the red button on the wall in your office. Good luck."

And then there was one. Beyonce inhaled and exhaled shakily. Then she marched in the gym for her first day of work.