My body was craving Beyoncé right now and I'm sure she could tell. Every time she spoke to me or even looked me in my eyes my body gave in. It's like my body was just throwing itself at Beyoncé because I promise you it's not me.
"Why you staring at me child." Her smooth southern accent interrupted my explicit thoughts.
"Would you ever consider dating me? And I know this might not be the right time to ask you about moving on but I'm curious." I asked her before sipping my drink.
"I love the way you carry yourself and your work ethic, it's amazing, and although we did have sex I've never really been attracted to a woman in that kind of way. The night we had sex it kind of threw me off because I've always been interested in men. I guess I was just vulnerable you know?" She finished.
That kind of stung because she was basically telling me that I was a fix.
"So, what about you and him?" I questioned making her sigh.
"I'm not even sure where we stand at this point." She looked down as she bit her lip.
"Well if you need my support you know I got you Bey." I spoke but stopped when she covered her mouth and visciously gagged.
I grabbed the trash can just in time for her to spill her guts into it. I rubbed small circles in her back as she doubled over again. "Let it out." I spoke softly seeing tears streak down her face.
When she finished she just stared at the wall not saying a word, lips blue and skin pale. She looked like she was going to pass out so I stepped in front of her just in case she fell.
"Bey say something, are you ok?" I brushed her hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"Onika I'm pregnant." She stared off into space as her tears continued streaming down her face.
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For a moment I could hear my heart beating in the pit of my ears and my world slowed down as I had heard those words. I couldn't be selfish at this time and abandon her feelings just because I felt some type of way, she needed emotional support.
"Bey everything will work out for you ok? I need you to be strong for me, for the baby." I gently placed one hand on her stomach and pecked her soaked cheek.
"He hates me Nicki." She sobbed.
I pulled her into me letting her lay her head on my shoulder as her tall frame hovered over my short one. "No he doesn't Bey. This is my fault ok? I'm not letting you take all of the blame. I should've kept my hands to myself."
She didn't respond back we just stood in the same position for a minute until she was sick again. "Ok let's get you home and get you taken care of how about that?" I asked her.
"I don't want to go to my house can we go to yours?" She asked wiping her mouth.
