So wrong yet right {Completed}

Ch.35- We Gone Be Alright

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

I sat up in the bed literally dripping in sweat. Why the hell is it so hot in here?

I'm 7 months pregnant, and this belly is giving me hell right now. Everywhere I turn it's right there. I can't lay on my stomach, I can barely lay on my sides. I hate sleeping on my back. I can't even fucking sleep anymore.

Everything is annoying the hell out of me right now. The slightest things piss me off. I don't even want Carter Laying next to me right now, his body heat is making it even worse.

I quickly swiped the covers aside, off my body before sitting over the edge of the bed.

Suddenly Carter woke up and came beside me. He attempted to wrap his arms around me, but I quickly rejected it holding my hand up.

"Don't." I shook my head.

"It's too hot." I nearly panted.

I pulled the T-shirt I wore over my head taking it off, before fanning myself with my hand.

"You ok?" he questioned.

"If I was ok don't you think I'd be sleep right now at 3 a.m.? Not sitting here half naked dripping in my damn sweat." I spoke back irritated.

"Bey... Calm down I'm just trying to check on you. Is there-"

"Calm down?" I quickly looked at him.

"I'm sorry but you ain't the one carrying not one but two fucking kids in you. Don't tell me to fucking calm down, if I wanna freak the hell out I'm going to freak the hell out!" I began to raise my voice.

"Beyoncé." he gave a heavy sigh.

"What?"

"Do you need some space? Would you like for me to leave right now I ain't got a-"

"As a matter of fact I do, don't bother leaving, I will." I quickly got up. Well... As fast as my pregnancy allowed me to.

"Beyoncé come on now, you really doin' the most right now." he shook his head at me.

I ignored him walking into the closet.

I found a thin tank top and a pair of shorts putting them on.

When I left the closet he was laying back down in the bed.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Let me know if you need anything." he mumbled.

"Whatever." I spoke walking to the door.

"Love you."

"Shut up." I quickly shot back before closing the door behind me.

Maybe I don't have a real reason to be mad at him but dammit I'm pregnant if I want to be mad I fucking will be. He doesn't have to go through this shit, I do.

I went to the study we had upstairs closing the door behind me.

I went over to the chair and basically fell back into it. Sitting down is a whole different story now.

I sighed placing my hand over my face leaning back in it.

I released a sigh of relief when I heard the A.C. cut on.

I looked at the laptop and saw it was now 3:04 a.m.

I'm not even tired anymore. I need something to do.

I slid the rolling chair up to the desk and got on my laptop.

Now what am I even going to do on here? I would check all the last minute wedding details, and I did check the ones I could, but the important ones are with my wedding planner. It's 3 a.m. I'm pretty positive she's asleep. Even if she isn't she's probably busy doing whatever it is she's doing.