I Love You (Book2)

•I LOVE YOU 3•

I moaned as Shawn pumped in and out of me. "Oh Daddy!" I yelled loudly, not caring who heard from my room. 

"Sshh, Bey, Natrisha is here," Shawn said shushing me. 

"So what? She won't snitch, she promised," I said rocking my hips harder against his. 

"That was before we knew she was fucking your dad," Shawn hissed kissing my neck. 

"You make it so nasty, I was just calling you daddy and you bring up my sperm donor," I said rolling my eyes and slamming against him. 

"I know but- Ouch shit!" Shawn said scrunching up his face. 

"What you don't like it?" I asked him still not stoping. 

"No, I think that- Ouch fuck!" Then I felt some substance leaking on my chest and stomach. 

"AAAAAAAHHH!" I yelled stopping completely. 

"My stitches," Shawn groaned in pain. 

"YOU'RE FUCKING BLEEDING!" I yelled. 

"Beyoncé everythi-" I whipped my head so fast to look at the door. 

"DAD!?" 

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE Y'ALL DOING!?" He yelled. 

"WE FUCKING! NOW CAN YOU CALL A DAMN DOCTOR!" Shawn yelled in pain still on top of me. 

"I will but this ain't over. You-" I cut him off.  

"YES WE DONE AND FINISHED WITH THIS DAMN CONVERSATION! GO CALL AN AMBULANCE!" I yelled at him while grabbing a hold of the sheets and applying pressure to Shawn's wound. 

"Baby you ok?" I asked Shawn softly while pulling away from him. 

"Mmm, yeah, I'll be fine," he groaned. 

"Ok, honey, let's get you dressed, so we can go to the hospital," I said standing up and quickly putting back on my clothes while gathering his. 

I helped him up and got him dressed. We walked, well I walked, he limped downstairs and there was an ambulance waiting on the driveway. 

Some paramedics helped Shawn onto the gurney and lifted it up on the ambulance. They were about to close the doors without me but fuck that. 

"Uh I am his girl, I'm riding in the ambulance," I told the paramedic that was about to close the ambulance doors. 

"Sorry ma'am, but you aren't important direct family, you will have to meet us at the hospital," The paramedic bitch told me. 

"Uh uh, listen to me you super ugly fat Walmart version of Mariah Carey. The way I accidentally popped open my man's stitches while giving him the bombest sex ever is the way I'll break you right open. Only difference you won't survive and you won't enjoy it," I threatened with my finger right in her face. 

"Um are you threatening me?" she asked in her annoying squeaky voice. 

"Um have you ever seen Mickey Mouse House Club? Bitch you got ears, use them," I said pushing past her and sitting my ass next to Shawn. 

"Sir, do you know this demential woman?" the bitch asked Shawn. 

"Of course, she's my wife," Shawn lied making the other paramedic shake his head at the Mariah Carey bitch and close the ambulance door. 

After they gave the driver the all clear he drove of and the fake Walmart hoe kept staring at me. "Why you staring like you want some?" I asked her. 

"Sir, control your wife. I don't want to be in the position where we have to put her to sleep," she told Shawn. 

"Number one, don't talk to my man. Number two I graduated with the highest GPA and was valedictorian in my generation, I don't need to lower myself to your level," I told her rolling my eyes. 

"Oh yay, you know how to count. Where did you graduate from? Everest?" She asked. 

"No, just Beckett Highschool, you know, the best private one in the city," I said flipping my hair. 

"Well I-" someone opened the door on the ambulance and the bitch fell backwards straight on the concrete in the middle of her rant. 

"Ok, yeah. Bye Felicia," I said getting out and following behind the gurney Shawn was in. 

They rolled him into a room and let me follow since it wasn't so fatal.  "Bey can you stop stressing? I'm fine," Shawn said as the passed him on the hospital bed after changing him into a gown. 

"I just feel bad cause it's partly my fault," I said sighing, "If I hadn't you know.. so hard, your stitches wouldn't have popped open," I said. 

"Guess what? If it had been worst and I had died at least I would have died happy," he said smirking, "Very happy," he finished. 

I blushed as there was a knock on the hospital room, "Come in," I called. 

"Hey Shawn, looks like we meet again. How are-" 

"Awe hell no. Hannah Montana go find fame at the Dollar Tree parking lot," I said standing up. 

"Bey, you-" 

"Not, now Shawn," I warned him. 

"Girl didn't they take the trash out last wednesday? Why you still here then?" Hannah bitch said coming in. 

"I don't know maybe because I wasn't supposed to be there, but then again it doesn't surprise me that you know seeing as how you ran away from them," I said calmly. 

"Look y'all, just be civil. I want to know when I am able to walk and shit thank you very much," Shawn interrupted loudly. 

"I'll not kill her as long as she stay chill and shut the fuck up talking to me," I said rolling my eyes. 

"How the hell am I supposed to tell you his condition then?" she asked rolling her eyes. 

"Bitch just tell us his damn condition," I said rolling my eyes. 

"Well he will live," she said. 

"Well duh, we ain't dumb," I interrupted. 

"He won't need more stitches either," she said ignoring my comment. 

"Then what was all the blood?" Shawn asked confused. 

"Well- wait what where you doing in the first place?" she asked. 

"We were having sex bitch," I said rolling my eyes. 

"Going against doctor's orders I see," she mumbled, "Well was there any black blood?" she asked. 

"Yeah, a bit," I said still grossed out from having to wipe it off. 

"Well all the blood and stuff his wound gushed out was actually waste which is good, now his wound is clean and he won't need more stitches since what is left from the cut if really small and can heal by itself like a normal paper cut," she explained. 

"So, I'm all fine again?" Shawn asked. 

"Boy you been fine," the hoe giggled making Shawn and I look at her like bih the fuck?

"Girl, the door," I said not even arguing with her. 

"Whatever bitch, Shawn I'll be calling you," she said leaving. 

"The hell you won't!!" I called as she walked down the hall. She gave me the finger and I stood up so damn fast. 

"Bey sit yo crazy ass down," Shawn said pulling me back. 

"You lucky I'm tired," I said rolling my eyes and sitting back down. 

"Wait why you tired again?" he asked smirking. 

"Because daddy wore me out," I said kissing him. 

Just then there was a knock at the door. Guess who? My sperm donor.