Beyoncé Imagines {GxG}

Baby Bumps

Bey's POV
"I think I need to go listen to Make Love to Me, and go make love to my wife." I said into the camera. I closed the laptop and went to find her.
"Y/N baby!" I called as I walked through the short hallway.
"Yes baby, I'm in the office closet!" She called from the office. I walked in to see her sitting on the floor in the closet with outfits and sketches scattered around.

When she looked up at me I smiled but she saw past it.
"What's wrong, baby? Your eyes are red... you've been crying." She asked, standing up.
"Just follow me." I said, grabbing her hand and bringing her into the bedroom. She followed closely and we stopped in front of the bed.

"Baby, I can't take a nap with you yet but I can brush your hair 'till you fall asleep." She said sweetly.
"I knew I married you for a reason." I smiled.
"What?" She giggled back at me. She cares about me so much, more than Julius and he works for me.

"You just care about me so much, I love that." I said before hugging her.
"Of course I do, why woul-" GCO
Her phone rang and she grabbed it off the foot of the bed. I didn't even notice it was in here while I was on the computer. She looked at the screen before putting it back down. I scrunched my face and she giggled.

"Work baby, but I'd rather be talking to my lovely wife instead." She said, making me laugh.
"Okay, then." I blushed. I kissed the corner of her lips as she smiled. Her phone rang again, like really.
"Let me get it baby, I think it's about Paula's dress." She sighed, I let her answer without arguing and just let go of her.

"The dress will be done, I promise..."
"Yes, but you should've called my work. Not my personal..."
"Yes, I'm with my wife. Look, I'll call you when I'm on hours. Call my assistant...."
"Bye." She said before throwing the phone on the bed.

She looked like she was fighting herself as she ran a hand through her hair. She blew her breath and I realized we were both having a rough day.
"I'm gonna put my paperwork away in the office and come back." She told me in monotone. I nodded my head and she left to the office.

I pulled her laptop to my chest and decided to snoop. I mean, we've been married for 5 years so I already know she's loyal. As I went through her emails I realized doesn't even open half of these shits. Like what the actual fuck? She's so lazy, it's funny. As I looked through the emails I saw one that caught my attention.

Columbia Records
Mrs. Y/L/N-Knowles,
We have listened to the track and would love for you to come back in 3 months. We understand the song is for your wife and would love to be a part of your announcement.

Congratulations on the song and growing family. Tell you wife hello and we will see you in three months.
~Mr. Jones

"'Growing family'? But it's only the two of us." I asked myself aloud, but then it hit me.
"The doctor appointment... shit! I'm a mother!" I smiled to myself before Y/N walked into the room.
"What are you doing?" She laughed at my super happy face.
"Oh, I... uh... just won at those games on the computer." I lied.
"Oh, okay. Did you check my emails? I'm waiting for one from Columbia." She said as if I didn't know already.

I mean... I know but she doesn't know that I know she knows.
"Um, I think so." I said opening the email again.
"Oh, you did. Here." I said, handing her the laptop. She sat facing me so I couldn't see the screen but her glasses' reflection messed that up.

She began typing and a huge smile spread on her face. I giggled and she looked up at me like a teacher when you laugh during silent reading.
"Did you read this one?" She asked while typing.
"What!? No." I said, trying to sound convincing.
"You didn't?" She asked as if she wasn't convinced.

"I mean..." I trailed off.
"So you know it worked?" She asked.
"Yes, baby I didn't mean to-" GCO
"Damn it." She said before getting off the bed and running to the bathroom. At first I thought she was mad but I heard her getting sick so I went to help her.

"Baby?" I asked before grabbing her hair. She got sick some more before getting up and brushing her teeth.
"Baby?" I asked again. She looked at her stomach and sighed.
"Yeah, little one is gonna kick my ass. I can already see it." She laughed and I joined.

Baby Bumps