Part Two

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💥Jay's Point of View

Bey's body practically moulded into mine as I watched her beautiful self sleep. Last night wasn't just about having sex or fucking each other because we made love.

Her profession of love had me thinking that it was time to be with my wife again. I never stopped loving Beyoncé and I knew I never would but I never thought that she felt the same way. Now that we both knew how each other felt we could work on our family and our marriage. Neither of us were perfect but we were perfect for each other.

Bey got more beautiful as time went on. She aged gracefully over time and she barely looked different from how she did when I first laid eyes on her. My fingers ran smooth over her skin like velvety silk and it glistened under the timid light from the windows. I could feel her slow heartbeat against mine and I just had to take in all her natural beauty. She wasn't like any of these other women who ran to plastic surgery to get bigger breasts, a bigger ass or a smaller waist. She was just natural.

"I know your creep ass is staring at me,"she mumbled against my chest before we laughed. Bey pulled away from my body so we could see each other better and I played with her hair.

"You can't blame me for it. You're beautiful baby,"I bit my lip and she blushed.

"And good morning to you too,"she giggled. She was much happier this morning and it was like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders because her mood seemed to be lighter. "We need to get up because we have to make sure everyone is packed and ready to get to the airport and go home. The plane is coming at around 3 and it's gonna take a while to get all the girls up after last night,"she tried to get out of bed but I stopped her and brought her body closer to me.

"They'll survive five more minutes. Let's just lay in bed and bask in the Bahamian brightness. See that poetic shit? I'm unstoppable,"I joked and she laughed.

"You know there's one thing we haven't mentioned. Actually two things,"she brought up.

"What?"I rubbed the side of her thigh.

"One, we need to decide when and how we'll tell the girls and two, how we're going to handle a few New York citizens when we get back."

"And as in 'New York citizens' you mean-"

"Your side bitch and side daughter,"she rolled her eyes.

"Don't be like that to Chanel. She didn't do anything,"I defended Chanel.

"Well we still need to know what we're going to do,"she shrugged her shoulders.

"Let me handle Sephora and Chanel because Sephora still believes we're getting married. I don't want you getting involved in this because the least they deserve is the respect from us. Agreed? No comments to Sephora or Chanel?"I stuck my little finger out.

"I'll just do it on the low,"she stuck her tongue out.

"Giselle..."

"Alright, alright,"we made a pinky promise.

"You wanna give me a kiss?"I smirked and she leaned up slipping her tongue into my mouth. I flipped us over and slipped into her making her gasp.

"Shit. I'm not gonna be able to walk for a week,"she bit her lip arching her back.

A few rounds later we decided to get ourselves ready for going back to the States. The advantage of having a private jet was that we didn't have to rush ourselves to go through security and all that shit but we couldn't leave the pilot waiting and Blue was particularly fussy when it came to flying because she always wanted to be 'as comfortable as possible' before setting off. She got that from Bey's side because the Knowles women always made a fuss when it came to flying.