Bound

XXVII

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Beyoncé's P.O.V.

Beyoncé was frustrated, and she was pacing the waiting room like an agitated lioness. She'd been kicked out of the room because she was breathing wrong. And Nicki didn't need the added stress.

Kehlani and Robyn were sitting down, both trying to ignore their pacing friend in hopes of avoiding going insane from her anxiety and stress that she was projecting.

Wayne was out in the parking lot, smoking and Drake was somewhere in the cafeteria getting everyone coffee and Beyoncé decaf.

But it's been half an hour, and they all figured he got lost but none of them were getting up to look for him. Beyoncé sighed heavily and sat down on the edge of the table with her face in her hands, much to the relief of Kehlani and Robyn.

Lani got up and sat next to Beyoncé, rubbing her back comfortingly, "Diablo, you gotta chill girl. Nicki's gonna be fine, the doctors said so an-"

Beyoncé frowned and got up again when another painful and prickly feeling ran down her spine, and she could only imagine what Nicki was going through. She pushed the big ass colorful balloons Drake had bought out of her face.

It was now 2 in the afternoon and somehow the press caught wind that Nicki was in labor, Beyoncé blamed one of the big mouthed nurses but she was too preoccupied to find out which one of them did it.

As long as she didn't see a paparazzi on this floor, everyone will go home alive today. And Beyoncé wasn't even remotely interested checking her phone, those messy columns would do nothing but piss her off.

"Family of Onika Maraj?"

Beyoncé was there in seconds, startling the poor nurse, but she smiled up at Beyoncé regardless, "She's requesting your presence. Quote unquote."

Beyoncé heard Robyn scoff behind them but it went ignored as she followed the nurse back down the long, familiar corridor.

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Nicki's P.O.V.

The door to her room being opened had Nicki slowly opening her eyes, her hair was wild and she knew she looked as exhausted as she felt.

But with the way Beyoncé was looking at her, Nicki couldn't help but not feel self conscious. And Nicki watched Beyoncé's eyes drop down to the healthy 7 pound bundle with a head full of hair in her arms, feeding quietly.

"They were so shocked that he came out so healthy and big," Nicki whispered softly, a lone tear or two rolling down her cheeks as Beyoncé carefully climbed into bed with her.

"He's gorgeous."

And Nicki leaned into her fiancé, taking comfort in Beyoncé's strength and warmth. "Just like his mama's."

"Damn. We did that, didn't we?"

Nicki smirked tiredly, "I recall you doin most of the work but yeah, B. We did that." Nicki adjusted their son and carefully handed him over to his other mother, but he didn't fuss as being disturbed.

He seemed to snuggle perfectly with Beyoncé, eyes blinking open momentarily before closing again. Beyoncé gently reached down and prodded his upper lip and hummed.

"He doesn't have any teeth."

"Beyoncé I swear to god if you hop back on that dumb shi-"

"No, no," Beyoncé chuckled, trying not to laugh too much, "It just means he's either gonna be more human than demon or more angel than demon."