6inch/Jay and Bey

🍷Thirteen

New Orleans, Louisiana
Solange's House
June 29, 1975
9:31 pm

Beyoncé was in the kitchen cleaning up. It was a Sunday mourning and they were supposed to be going to church today, but Tyrone wined up getting sick so they didn't go. Tyrone was getting on her last nerve, ever since he said he was sick.

Tyrone was in his room, looking at Good Times. He also had his bell with him just incase he needed anything. He started to get a little hungry, so he rung the bell. Beyoncé rolled her eyes.

She began to go upstairs to see what his aggravating ass wants. "Yes Tyrone." She said in the door way.

"Ma can you fix me some soup?" He asked, trying to breathe through his stuffed nostrils. Beyoncé chuckled at her cute lil boy.

"Sure, I'll be back." Beyonce began to go back down the steps. She went back in the kitchen and began to fix her son some chicken. She pulled out a chicken to defrost and a knife to chop it.

Once she was done boiling the noodles, she added some chicken broth to it, plus the chicken, some seasoning and then presto! You have your soup. Then once again, her son rung the bell, impatiently. Beyoncé groaned again.

"I'm coming Ty." Beyonce went in their cabinet closet and grabbed a tray, she put the soup on it, along with some apple juice and took it up stairs. As she was going up there, she opened the door and gently placed it down next to him. "Here you go big man."

"Thanks ma..."He tried to kiss her cheek.

"Boy hell nah, I am not trying to get sick." Beyonce backed up.

"Ah ma!" He wined.

"What?!" Beyoncé said back. He laughed, so did she. They were sitting in silence for a moment. Beyoncé cleared her throat." So...are you ready for when your dad comes back to visit."

Tyrone nodded his head quickly." I wanted him here fast, he moving like Christmas."

"I'm a tell him that too."

"Momma no please." He begged. Beyoncé smiled.

"Okay, your secrets safe with me." Beyonce told him. He nodded in reassurance. Beyoncé sat back in the room looking at Good Times with her son when the phone began to ring. Beyoncé stood up, fixing her shirt. "I'll be right back."

As Beyoncé ran down the steps, she heard the phone at least ring about 5 to 6 times. When she finally got to it, she got a little happy.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Hey baby, how are you?" Shawn said.

"Shawn! I'm doing fine, when are you coming back down?" Beyonce said, excitedly.

"Soon, baby soon, and then maybe we can do that dinner date you promised." Shawn added his little flirty tone.

Beyoncé chuckled a little." How about 1st day you get here, I'll give you a surprised."

"Oh really, I hope you know Ms.Carter that I hate surprises."