Chapter 16
The alarm sounded off throughout the room, causing Beyoncé to stir in her sleep. She groaned, not fully understanding what was going on at the moment. She rolled over to her right side and looked at the device that was making so much noise. She cursed underneath her breath and grabbed her phone to turn the alarm off, checking the time in the process. It was the first day in a while that shed have a hectic morning. Normally, it would be just her getting Gabrielle ready for school, and then shed come back home to fully get herself dressed for the day. Today, though, both girls needed to be dressed and out of the house. Beyoncé sat up in the bed and thought about what happened last night. She giggled at herself for having to masturbate to get the naughty thoughts out of her head that continued even while she was taking a shower attempting to rinse off what shed done. Once she was completely done and was able to contain herself, she went back to bed with her baby girl.
Looking over at Gabby, Beyoncé couldn't contain her smile. No matter was going on in the world, seeing Gabby's peacefulness always made her feel better. Sadly, she couldn't enjoy it as long as she wanted to today. Bey began shaking Gabrielle to wake her up.
"Gabby," Beyoncé called out and shook her daughter. "Time to get up, baby girl." Beyoncé felt like shed repeated the same thing twenty times before Gabrielle finally woke up out of what seemed like her deepest sleep.
"Good morning. Go and run your bath water."
Gabrielle frowned at the fact that she hadn't been able to have much time to really get out of her sleep before her mother gave her an order. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. "Can I take one in your bath?"
Beyoncé shook her head and climbed out of the bed. "No, I have to get ready, too."
Gabrielle stuck her bottom lip out and started her whining. She hated being told no, but it was common with Beyoncé. She never allowed her daughter to do things that she didn't want her doing, and it was especially hard for her to cave about it. It was the difference between Giselle and Beyoncé. Giselle was a sucker for children and conformed to their wants. Shed give Ethan the world if she knew how to take it.
Beyoncé gave Gabrielle a stern look to let her know that now wasn't the time for her mess. "Don't you start that pouting. Put that lip back in, and stop all those noises."
Gabrielle did as she was told and looked away from her mother. It was the moment she realized that nothing had changed but the day. Her mother was still her mother, and she wouldn't baby her just because of the situation. Gabby removed herself from the bedroom with her mother close behind her to start her bath. Beyoncé went into her closet to retrieve her an outfit to where.
"Put those on when you're done," she commanded and left Gabrielle to get dressed. While Gabrielle got dressed for the day, Beyoncé went into her bathroom to take a shower and do what she normally did for the morning. She didn't have to worry about hair and makeup today, so she decided not to bother with it. Shed been to several photoshoots before, but shed never had a crew to actually do her hair and makeup. Everything was usually done by her, because she liked being in control of that aspect. It wasn't everyday that she allowed different people in her hair and on her face.
The two girls finished getting dressed and found themselves in the kitchen. Neither of them knew what they wanted to eat, and Beyoncé didn't have time to fix them anything. She asked Gabrielle what she wanted and she opted for a poptart.
"A poptart?" Beyoncé questioned, hoping that her daughter was just playing with her emotions. She hated giving Gabrielle things like poptarts for breakfast. They had poptarts as snacks, not breakfast.
Gabrielle shrugged her shoulders. "That's what I want." Beyoncé rolled her eyes and went to get her daughter a poptart. She made the mental note to get some better to-go breakfast.

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Scorned
FanfictionTwins, Beyoncé and Giselle, have been at war with one another for years. Beyoncé, a highly respected and seductive model, knows no rules or how to play nice. She marches by the beat of her own drum without regards of anyone else. Giselle, on the oth...