Queens

Thirty-Seven.

Y/N POV

After being told by Beyoncé that I'm going to be performing one of her songs I knew that I couldn't let her down. On the way home I had Listen on repeat. If you're going to sing a Beyoncé song you have to do it right. I texted Beyoncé and told her that I was definitely going to perform at her tribute. After I talked to Bey I got a call from one of the producers of the show and they went over the details with me. I made sure that the producers kept it a secret about me performing.

Tomorrow I have to get with Mercedes and make some changes in my schedule because I have to rehearse for this thing. I wondered how Javier was going to react when I tell him the news.

"So Jake what do you and your lady have planned for tonight?" I asked.

"I'm taking her to see a show on Broadway then I'm taking her out to dinner at her favorite restaurant." Jake said.

"Okay I see you, I hope you guys have a good time." I said.

"I never got a chance to tell you this but my wife and I really enjoyed our vacation. Again thank you so much for doing that." Jake said.

"No problem Jake. I'm glad you guys had a great time." I said.

Jake parked in front of my door and got out so that he could help me out. I told him to have a goodnight then I had to dig through my purse to find my house key. When I unlocked the door there was a trail of rose petals, I followed the trail and it led to the dining room where Javier was.

"Happy Valentine's Day babe." He said.

Happy Valentine's Day to you. What's up with all of the flowers and the candles and the dimmed lights and stuff?" I asked.

"It's all for you. I wanted to make tonight extra special. I know work has been stressing you out and I just want you to relax." Javier said.

"Well I appreciate all of it." I said.

"Give me your things and I'll bring out dinner." Javier said.

I handed Javier my things and sat down at the table. There was a bottle of sparkling water on the table so I decided to open it and poured myself a glass. Javier came out of the kitchen with a big platter of homemade spaghetti and meatballs, my personal favorite.

"Babe you cooked my favorite meal." I said.

"I promise you this will be better than that Chef Boyardee you had in the cabinet." Javier said.

"There is nothing wrong with a little Chef Boyardee. I wrote some of my biggest hits while eating a bowl of raviolis." I said.

"I believe you and I even made tiramisu for desert." Javier said.

"You're spoiling me Javi." I said.

"You deserve it." Javier said.

After that I fixed my plate and I smashed I didn't say much of anything because a bitch was hungry as fuck. Once I ate a substantial amount of pasta and tiramisu for desert I was prepared to talk about my day.

"So what happened to you today?" Javier asked.

"I got a lot of work done. I approved the designs for my clothing line so those got sent off. Dinah came by to see me, all of the girls except her have the flu. But the highlight of my day was Beyoncé asking me to perform at her tribute show next month." I said.

"Are you serious?" Javier asked.

"Yep she asked me personally to be the final act in her tribute." I said.

"Congratulations baby girl that's going to be the highlight of your career. I know that you're going to kill it and I hope that your parents see it and realize how stupid they are for not believing in you." Javier said.