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Chapter twenty - STRONGER
Three months later (September 4, 2008) - Beverly Hills, California
It was the day of Beyoncé's birthday and she just turned twenty-seven. She agreed to meet Justin at a restaurant to celebrate. When she got there, she was surprised to see her friends and family there as well. "Don't you just LOVE surprise parties?!!" Justin shouted. "Ladies and Gents, have fun! But don't have too much fun!!" They laughed at his comment. "Come on." He grasped Beyoncé's hand. "I want you to have a seat here." He led her to a chair next to a piano in the room.
"What are you doing?"
"Just sit down. Will you hold this for me?" He handed her his bottle of beer and took a seat in front of the piano. She held her head down, blushing slightly. She knew immediately what he was going to do and it always made her melt.
He began to play the keys on the piano. A few bystanders which included their friends and family, stood by to watch. The owner closed the restaurant so they could occupy it for the night.
"Can I sing a songgg to youuuu?" Here it began. His wacky behavior that always made her crack up.
"Justin..."
"Can I sing a songgg to youuuu?" He interrupted while playing the piano. "Just let me sing a songgg to youuu." She kept her gaze on him; the smirk on her face growing into a smile. "Happy birthday to youuuu, ooohhh" He was just making stuff up from the top of his head and it was quite hilarious. "Happy birthday to youuuu, ooohhh. Girl, I love youuu, yes I doooo. Nah listen..." He glanced over at her. "I'm in love with youuu, ooohhh. I would cross the OCEAN for youuu, oohhhh." He paused as he continued to play the piano. He couldn't help but chuckle at the expressions on some of his friends and relatives faces. "What the hell you looking at dudeeee, ooohhh." They all broke out laughing. Trace stuck his middle finger up at him. "I'm trying to sing a song to youuuu." He pointed to Beyoncé. "Ooohhh." She laughed faintly. "Happy...birthdayyyy to youuuu. Ooohhh."
"Ooohh ooohhh ooohhh." Trace song aloud.
"Ahahaha. Fuck you, man." He kept playing the piano with his gaze on Beyoncé who couldn't help but snicker. "Can I kiss youuuu, oooohhh." She rolled her eyes at him. "I just wanna kiss youuuu, oooohhh."
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I'm in love with youuuu, ooohh. Don't you love me tooo, oooohhh?" She nodded yes.
"I do. And I think that's enough. Don't you guys agree?" She asked, looking over at everyone else watching. "Thank you for the song. I loved it." He stood up, reaching over to take his beer from her.
"I really do love you."
"I know. I love you too." She watched him lean in to kiss her. He wrapped his available arm around her, pulling her closer. A soft moan escaped her lips. He was such an incredible kisser. It always made her tingly and weak all over whenever they engaged in a kiss. "Let's save the best for last, shall we?" She spoke, pulling back to peer in his eyes.
