Ride or Die.

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Beyonce Knowles
5:00 PM
Brooklyn, New York

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Jay planned a date night for us. I got dressed in one of my most stylish fits. A silk one sleeve gold floor-length Giorgio Armani gown that hugged my figure. I sleeked my hair in the front and let it flow down my back, deciding to keep my makeup and the gold jewelry simple.

We took the hot red Lambo to the art gallery and had dinner inside which was reserved for us for the night.

I was taken aback as we went inside; art was staring back at us as we walked the halls and made our way to our seats.

Candles decorated this round table in the center of one of the rooms along with plates, silverware, wine glasses, and gold roses. And like a gentleman, he pulled out my seat as I sat, and he did the same on the opposing side of the table. Our eyes latched onto one another it was crazy how there was so much art in the room, yet we were only fixated on each other.

We were still crazy about each other. I'm sure the butterflies would never leave.

"You always amaze me." I grinned, brushing my platinum blonde hair behind my 24-karat gold wearing ears.

The sound of shoes tapping across the wooden floor was all we heard. A mariachi band came into view playing music followed by a waiter who gave us menus.

I took mine and read through it before staring up at the skylight. As the waiter filled our cups with wine after we ordered, we kept it hood with soul food.

I fluffed my chinchilla coat then flung it on the back of my seat.

Our food was brought out smelling wonderful which had my mouth-watering; collard greens, butter cornbread, baked macaroni, sweet yams, ham, spaghetti, potato salad.

I dug my fork in and ate.

Jay leaned back in his seat. "Y'know we missing something." He said to me.

"Right! Baked beans."

He laughed dryly. "Nah! Ma, I mean something else."

I examined our dishes trying to see what was missing from the already crowded plates. He brought his ringed fingers up to his face. And the waiter came back out with something underneath a blue silk sheet.

I swallowed my food damn near choking when he pulled the sheet away to a baby's highchair.

Sorry, but I had to laugh. "What the fuck?" I thought out loud.

"It's the future." he gon say which made me laugh a little louder than before.

"Do you really expect me to ruin my nice figure?" I finally asked him with a straight face as he just looked at me.

"I really want a family, Bey."

"Now!" I couldn't believe it. "We are so young we still have years ahead of us."

"Yeah, now, look we ain't gettin' no younger," he said. "It's about time we filled up the empty rooms in the mansion."

It was about 7 extra rooms in our mansion that's gon be a lot of filling. I don't know if I was ready for all that. "Stank diapers, who got time for that?"

"We could hire a nanny."

"I don't know." I frowned.

"C'mon Bey pleasee," he begged. "Matter of fact that's my birthday wish to be a daddy."

"If you tell your wish, it doesn't come true." I teased him as he rolled his eyes.

"Fuck allat, so you gamed or nah?"

I gulped because I just wasn't ready to have babies on my hips and shit. It was too much responsibility for an 18-year-old but shoot! I couldn't tell him it'd break his heart.

"Okay!"

His face lit up like damn he was really excited, just then, the waiter came back out with something else under a sheet.

He snatched it away to a tiny square suede box reminiscent of the one back in Arizona. Jay walked over and took the box before getting down on his knee before me, "Beyonce, will you marry me?"

It was like Deja vu.

The Mariachi band repeated what he had asked of me in song as I said yes for the second time. This ring was bigger than the last one, so I didn't mind at all. I took it from the box and slid the glistening diamond onto my finger with my other ring.

Talk about an upgrade!

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A/N: This story has been completed since November 26 but I was too busy these last Thursdays to update anyway chapters 29 and 30 are here.  Enjoy 😘