Wedding Bells✔️

Chapter 19

Beyoncé

Jay came in from Walmart with bags of groceries. I looked up from swiping through people's Snapchat stories before going back to it.

(Author's Notes📝: I swear she needs to stop playing and dash us her sc name still🙄🤦🏾‍♀️)

"You not gonna help me?"Jay asked looking over the couch where I was laying.

"No,"I mumbled taking a selfie with the love hearts around my head filter and putting it on my story. He kissed his lips going into the kitchen.

In case you were wondering married life was not good at all. Supposedly the honeymoon period was meant to last for six months but it was only 24 hours and we took a U-turn and drove straight to hell. I was still bitter about our conversation last night and I didn't want to speak to him. Plus the nigga had a lipstick print on his neck last night so I knew shit went down with that hoe Soraya.

I kept on taking selfies and videos of myself on my snapchat until Jay came, lifted my legs and sat beside me on the couch resting my legs on his lap.

"Is there a problem?"I looked him up and down.

"There is a problem Bey and we need to fix things before it escalates."

"I'm busy right now,"I looked on Kelly's snapchat story. Lucky for her she was having fun with her new beau. He was bold for a man who had a wife at home.

"Doing what?"he said sounding agitated.

"I'm busy carrying a seed of a man who wants nothing to do with him or her and who is busy shoving his tongue down some nasty trick's throat,"I checked my acrylics.

"Bey what the hell are you on about? Not once did I say I don't want anything to do with the baby."

"Yes you did!"

"No you asked me a question and I answered it. It is the wrong time for us to have a child but that doesn't mean I'm going to abandon them. He or she is my main priority right now so I need to do a few rearrangements to make sure they get the best start in life possible,"he explained.

"Ohhhh that makes sense,"I locked my phone coming to realisation.

"This 'marriage' ain't gonna last forever Bey and we somehow need to make things work for the sake of our child. And Solange is going to be staying with us from next month. That is me, you, a teenage mom and two babies under one roof. Bey you don't work too."

"You make enough money to fund for our needs so I'm sure three more mouths won't hurt. You know damn well I got my own moolah stashed away even though I don't work too,"I played with my hair.

"You're not even fucking listening,"he kissed his teeth.

"The fuck you mean?! I heard every damn word you said I just don't care! We didn't plan for this baby but it's in my belly now so suck it up and wrap it up next time!"

"I am trying to work out something that will be suitable for everybody involved in this."

"Here's something that will be 'suitable for everybody involved in this',"I sat up straight. "We stay married for a year, we annul, Solange and her baby stays with me and our baby will stay with me too,"I folded my arms.

"A year is too short considering how old the baby will be,"he shook his head.

"A year and a month then,"I shrugged.

"You're not listening to me. If we stay married for a year then the baby will be around five or six months and he or she will still be too young. I want my child to have two parents together."