Part Two

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💥Jay's Point of View

I leaned against my car as Sephora wrapped her arms tightly around me.

"Come on Sephora, I've got to go. You know I do,"I tried to pull us apart.

"You know I can always give you more head,"she pushed her body closer to mine.

"I've got dinner with my girls and when they're ready and on time, I need to take advantage because it's rare for them to be ready when I give them a specific time,"I kissed her neck.

"You don't need to rush off to see her. Just stay five more minutes,"she pouted.

"It's not just 'her', Ora. It's my daughters too. If you want us to be together then I've got to get them sorted first because they're my first family before you and Chanel came into my life. Come on,"she finally gave in and dropped her arms from around my neck.

"I'll see you later,"she stuffed her hands in her pockets.

"Bye baby,"we kissed for a few seconds before I decided it was enough and got into my car. I drove off with Ora standing in the driveway waving at me.

I was having dinner with my girls and I couldn't be happier. They were back home- apart from Bella- and Bey called me telling me we were having a family dinner. This was important for us and I never questioned it; not only was it our first family dinner in ten years, but we were giving Blue her first experience of a real family dinner with Beyoncé. B.B. and Bella were older so we always sat down as a family and had meals at least twice a week, but as Blue was only a few days old when the whole situation happened she didn't have any memories of that all. It also gave me hope that Bey and I could settle our differences as I regretted what I said to her and I wanted to make it up to her.

On the other side, Sephora and Chanel were coming around. We had finally moved past the fight at school and now I was working on bringing everyone together because I didn't want to lose anybody. I still wanted to marry Ora and the more Bey and I argued the more I drifted towards Ora. The only problem was that I was still married to Beyoncé and I couldn't spring a divorce on her like that- it would crush the girls when they were already more fragile than china glass and it would destroy them.

I arrived home and spotted Bey's Rolls Royce in my driveway so I knew that if she was ready then the girls were ready. Instead of getting out of the car I pressed the horn and eventually they came out.

They all looked beautiful- including Beyoncé- and I knew they planned their outfits. One thing Beyoncé taught B.B. and Bella before she 'died' was that colour coordinating was more important than the outfit itself and she hated going out and not coordinating. You couldn't even tell who were the daughters or the mother because they all looked like sisters.

Beyoncé got in the passenger seat as the girls got into the back with Blue in the middle.

"Y'all look beautiful. Gorgeous,"I complimented them all looking at Bey so she knew I was talking to her too. I couldn't lie to myself because Bey looked sexy.