On the Run A Beyonce and Jay z FanFic

Chapter 11

Jay's POV

Jay looks up at me and then at Natasha.

Jay: 0___0

Natasha: *smiles*

Jay: NATASHA!!!

Natasha: Hi Jay...

Oh shit...

ONE HOUR EARLIER

I haven't really been sleeping that well lately. With Natasha on my mind and the fact that I still think that my pregnant wife is cheating on me with Kanye, I can't always slumber peacefully at night. I come down to the kitchen a lot just to clear my mind and be by myself. Tonight was no different.

I usually don't drink alcohol this early in the morning, but I firgured that Scotch would be the only thing to help calm me down. So many questions were running through my mind...

Do I really think Beyonce would cheat on me with Kanye? She's pregnant with my child. She wouldn't do that, right?

Even if she did, am I any better for cheating on her with Natasha? I wasn't even completely sure if she cheated on me or not. I just went ahead and slept with Natasha anyway.

Does Kanye have feelings for Beyonce? He has been pretty obsessed with her lately, but he is also with Kim. He's one of my -or used to be- one of my closest friends

I don't think it's normal for people to ask this many questions this early in the morning, but this was my reality...every day for the past few weeks...

I look down at the glass filled with Scotch in my hand. I play with the cup for a second...slowly shaking and stirring it's containments. Maybe I could just get drunk and escape it all...

I bring the glass up to my mouth, prepared to indulge myself in the sweet taste of God's very own juice, but my phone buzzes in my sweat pants' pocket. I groan, but decide to pull myself together long enough to just see who it is.

Kanye...of course...

The exact thing that I try to run away from always finds a way back to me.

In short, he talks about Natasha, and then finally ask if I would like to drop by the studio today. I'm for some reason inclined to say yes, even though I haven't really been fancying him too much lately. 

Jay: Alright I'll be there..

Kanye: Alright thanks man. I really appreciate it.

I lock my phone and take a gulp of the fine Scotch that I've neglected talking to Kanye's ass. It burns a little.

"Jay? Are you in the kitchen?"

I wonder why she is up...

"Yeah. I'm in here."

Beyonce walks -or more so waddles- through the kitchen door.

"I was wondering where you were. Why weren't you in bed with me?"

"I couldn't sleep."

She slowly nods her head and discreetly stares at the Scotch in my hand. I can tell she wants to ask more, but refrains from doing so. Even though Beyonce and I remain cordial to each other, we still have a little hostility between us. We need to talk, before the baby gets here, but I can tell neither of us are fully willing to do that right now.

Beyonce takes a seat next to me at the island counter I'm sitting at and slightly squeezes my arm.

"Since I think we both want to work on our marriage -for our baby and for our own love-..."