Her Wife And Kids

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Nicki's P.O.V

I was sitting at my desk grading papers per usual.

School has already ended but I needed to grade these before I go home because I could never focus at home.

Swiftly I graded the papers till I felt a hand touch mine.

"Hey...you okay?" Said a familiar voice, I look up to see Beyonce giving me a sympathetic look.

"Yeah. Why?" I said monotonously.
She bent down. one hand on my desk the other behind my chair.

"You seem stressed" She said looking in my eyes searching for something.

"I'm fine Bey..." I looked away and continued grading.

"I know you're not" Her hand slid down to my thigh rubbing it.

I put my pen down giving her my undivided attention. "I have to go" I said removing her hand and getting up.

I'll just grade these papers at home. "Wait" She sighed grabbing my hand causing me to stop in my tracks.

"Nicki why are you doing this to me?" She frowned

"Doing what Beyonce?!" My mood was already ruined when I found out Robyn was doing drugs with my daughter in the house with her.

"Lower your voice Onika, I'm just trying to help" Beyonce said standing up.

"I said I'm fine I don't need your fucking help"

before I could fully open the door she slams it making it close with a loud thud then pushed me back against the door.

"You're stressed Nika. I hate seeing you stress...It hurts more when I know I can help but you won't let me" She strokes my cheek putting her forehead on mine.

I move back a little so I can look her in the eyes tears threatening to fall.

"She's doing drugs again..." I sighed as a tear slid down my cheek. Never will I forget the day I found Rihanna laying on the bathroom floor unconscious.

I almost lost the love of my life to drugs, it was the most horrifying moment of my life.

Beyonce looked at me confused. "I don't ever want to experience that again, finding my wife on the floor knocked out senseless. I thought I lost her that day. She never told me why she did it. When I visited her in the hospital s-she said I should've just let her die" I sobbed all in one breath

"Breathe Nicki" Bey said pulling me into a hug. She held me as I cried in her arms.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that. When you go home try talking to her. Be patient and calm...My mother used to be a therapist and every time a patient came over she spoke to them in a calm manner, and when she wanted them to open up she always told them a personal story" Bey said as she stroked my back.

"Did it work?"

"Always. You have to make her feel comfortable enough to get her to open up" Bey spoke.

"But I'm her wife. She shouldn't feel shy of expressing her feelings towards me. I always tell her what's bothering me" I frowned.

"Maybe it's too traumatizing, if you want my mom could help but talk to her about it first" Bey said wiping my tears.

"If it's not too much to ask-"

She cuts me off. "No. Of course not Nicki, anything to help" She smiled. I smiled back embracing her in a warm hug.

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Once I got home I unlocked the door. Drake was in the kitchen filling up a glass with water.