A couple days later.Beyoncé
"Ugh" Kelly groaned getting annoyed by the baby kicking her so much. She laid on the couch with her feet in my lap.
"What's wrong baby?" I asked massaging her feet.
"The baby won't stop kicking me" she complained holding her stomach.
"She's just excited" I smile.
"Yeah I guess so"
"Can I ask you something?"
"What's up?"
"What made you finally decide to tell your parents that you were gay?"
I looked up at her and then down at the floor.
"Bey?"
"There was this girl that I uh I had a crush on and I didn't know how to tell her that I liked her so I went to my mom"
"Mom can I talk to you?" I entered the kitchen. It was about to be dinner time.
"Sure baby what's going on?" She asked looking at me.
"Mom can you not tell dad about this please" I begged. At the time I thought maybe it was just my dad who had the issue and Never did I think that it was both of them
"Beyoncé what's going on?" She asked seriously.
"I think I have a crush on a girl" I didn't exactly know how to word it.
"You what?" She asked stunned.
"There's a girl at school and I really like her but I don't know how to tell her that I like her because I'm afraid she won't like me back"
"Go get ready for dinner" she was just gonna act like I didn't just say what I just said.
"What?"
"Go get ready for dinner Beyoncé" she said in a dismissive tone.
"I thought I could talk to you about anything!" I spat almost in tears before she could say anything back I ran upstairs.
"Beyoncé?" I heard Kelly's voice which made me snap back into reality.
"Huh?"
"Are you okay?" She asked concerned. "If you don't wanna talk about this we don't have to"
"No it's fine kels" I lied.
"What about you, how did you tell your mom"
Kelly sighed.
Kelly
"Why not?" My mom asked as we stood in the living room arguing.
"Because I don't wanna go!" I crossed my arms.
"Why not? He's a great guy" My mom said
"Because I don't like the way his ears look" I never was good at lying.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah they're huge mom"
"We both know this isn't just about his ears" she said "So what is it?"
"I can't tell you" I knew she wouldn't like what I was gonna tell her.
"Why not" she crossed her arms.
"Because I don't like him" I lie
"You'll learn to like him"
"Mom I don't wanna go on a date with him or any guy you set me up with and I don't care how perfect they are! I'm not going!" I snap
"Why not?"
"Because I don't like guys mom!" I blurted out.
"What?" She asked shocked.
"I like girls" I say. She smacked me right across the face. I stumbled back.
"Don't you ever say that?!"
"Mom-"
"I can't believe you, your beautiful you can any man you want and you want to waste your time on other women, no I won't have that not in my house" she said
I didn't know what to do, the tears rolled down my cheeks.
"I'm sorry mom I can't change who I am"
"Dennis will be here soon to pick you up, go get dressed" she pushed the dress she wanted me to wear in my arms.
"Okay" I said walking up the steps.
Beyoncé
Wow just wow. I didn't even know what to say to her.
"I'm sorry baby"
She fake smiled. " But that's all in the past anyway, what matters is right now"
"Yeah" I say looking at her.
"So next order of business" she placed her feet on the floor and moved over to me.
I wrapped my arm around her. "Which is?"
"Baby names" she smiled.
"Okay uh what about the name Alexandria" I suggested.
"No that's a mixed girl name" Kelly said
"Well what do you suggest"
"Diana, Brooklyn, Taylor" she named off.
"How about you make a list of names and pick two names that are your top favorite and will see which one we both like the best"
"Okay I'll go get some paper" she went to get up but I pulled her back down.
"No, I'll get the paper you sit here" I said getting up.
"While your up can you get me something to eat" she said "We're hungry" she rubbed her belly.
"Coming right up"
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The MidWife (Completed)
FanfictionBeyoncé works as a personal doula for women. Coincidentally Kelly is in need of some extra help when she finds out she's pregnant and she feels totally alone. Can Beyoncé be just the person she's looking for. Maybe.