Her, too.

Chapter 20

Her, too

Chapter Twenty

November 21, 2014

"How do I look?" Bey asked Shawn as she looked into the mirror. It was her third time changing. Today was the day of the pre Thanksgiving dinner at the West's home, and she was a nervous wreck. She didn't know why, but she was. Shawn was sitting there calm and collective while putting his tie on.

"I don't like it," he answered casually. He had bought Bey a dress that complimented his suit, but once she saw the price tag, she refused to wear it. He didn't see why he couldn't occasionally buy her nice things.

"Are you saying that cause I won't wear your dress?" She asked him.

"Yes," he truthfully answered before picking it up. It was a Versace mesh sleeved black dress. Bey shook her head.

"It's too tight, babe."

"Are you on that again?"

"On what?!"

"Your weight!"

Bey groaned. "You're going to sit and tell me I haven't gained weight?"

"I never said you haven't, but you act like you're fat," he dismissed her. It was nothing but her random snackings catching up with her. All she had to do was hit the gym. Truthfully, she didn't have to. She was gaining weight in all the right places. Her stomach wasn't growing, but her hips were spreading, her thighs were getting thicker, but that was about it.

"Ugh!" She groaned before walking back into the closet. Shawn could only shake his head when she arrived back inside the bedroom with a knee length red dress. She changed from her current one to that one quickly. Shawn watched her attentively as she went over the same routine. She had to smooth down the dress first, then run her fingers through her hair, and finally she had to turn around in the mirror to make sure that her back view was as good as her front.

Shawn smirked amusingly as he watched her. It was almost as if she never realized that she did the same exact thing. They were finally ready to go, and he was thankful for that. They were taking his new SUV - a black 2013 Mercedes-Benz ML. Bey knew for a fact that Shawn wasn't going to stick to someone else's transportation for long, and she was more than right about Shawn.

The ride there was filled slow jams that Bey mentally sang to. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, but she didn't want Shawn to know. She didn't want him to deem her foolish for her reasons. How was she supposed to sit at a dinner table with his ex wife? The same women that tried to whoop her ass because she was sleeping with her man? When they were nearing Kim's house, Bey wanted to scream, but Shawn simply grabbed ahold of her left hand and stroked it gently and affectionately. It was as if he could read her mind.

"It'll be fine," he told her soothingly.

Bey nodded as they pulled into the driveway. They automatically knew that they weren't the first people to arrive, which was fine with them. Shawn held Bey's hand as they made it to the front door and rang the doorbell. Patiently waiting, their eyes crept to one another's.

Kim pulled her door open with a huge smile. "Hey you two! So glad y'all could make it!"

She embraced them both into a hug separately before telling them where everyone else was. Bey could hear chatter, but two voices stood out to her the most - her sister's and Christina's. They were loud, but clearly having a good time. Shawn and Bey made their presence known as they strolled into the living room.

"Sissy!" Solange said happily as she walked over and hugged her sister.

"Damn, has Mama been your personal chef?" Solange asked while looking at her sister's figure. Bey rolled her eyes.