Beyoncé and her Daughter Blue are living your average life. That was until Blue announced the elephant in the room,
"I want to know who my father is, or maybe even meet him,"
Shawn has no clue that blue is his child, and he's cut all ties loose fro...
"You and I together, come on baby won't you hold onto me, hold on to me," I sung the song I made up for Blue as I cleaned the kitchen. "Blue," she finished off. "Hey pumpkin, I thought you were still with your daddy?" "He's in the car on the phone with his boss. Something about a clients case," she shrugged. "He made me come in because it was 'confidential information'," she said laughing. I giggled and dropped the dish towel across the faucet. "Well this is new," I said as my eyes focused on my baby's hair which was a bright red color.
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"It's just a frontal Mama," she said laughing at my facial expression. "Mmhm. It's cute on you baba, you hungry?" She shook her head and sat at the table. "Dad and I just came from grandma House, we ate there," I nodded my head and heard the door open and close, meaning Shawn would be walking in . "Hey Beyoncé. Blue, I'mma book the shoot later on tonight, you wanted it with the lovemedia people right?" She nodded her head and poured her a cup of Minute Maid fruit punch. "What shoot?" "She wants to get some newer pictures done for her modeling. I thought you were aware of this?" He said now looking at Blue confusedly. "Oh yeah, I just didn't know she'd found a photographer already," he nodded and sat down. "Where's the breakfast? It's 10:38 am?" Shawn asked as I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "You know good and well I can't cook Shawn. Don't be funny," he laughed and that cause blue to laugh as well. "Fuck y'all!" "Mama, auntie solo said she's coming over," Blue said as her phone dinged. She didn't reply back and I rolled my eyes. I hated when she did that. "So what y'all eating for breakfast? Cause I already had fruit pebbles," I said smartly. Shawn chuckled and looked to blue. "Coney Island?" "Yesss! I just want pancakes eggs and hash browns," now i was hungry again. "Ooh that sound good," I damn near moaned thinking about the hashbrowns. "Yes with ketchup on them!" Shawn said throwing me off. "That's nasty as hell," I said as we all busted out laughing. He called coney iand and orders the food. "I'm going to watch my movie. Y'all can join if y'all want," I offered as I walked off to the living room. Blue ran past me trying to 'beat me to the remote' and jay trailed be hind me looking at my ass. I had on some Nike Pro shorts and a cropped Cami so I know he had a hell of a show. My ass switched effortlessly with no restrictions, due to the stretchy material of the Nike Pros. I laugh and he cursed under his breath. "You okay?" I asked looking over my shoulders. "Man whatever," there was a knock at the door and me already knowing it was Solo, I opened it without looking through the peeep hole. "Why didn't you just use your key Piag-," I stopped myself when I realized it wasn't Solange at the door. "How the hell?- No, Why the hell are you here?" I said now pissed off. "I just want to talk Beyoncè," I scoffed and tried to close the door but his foot stopped it. "Yo get the hell off of my property before I call police," I said now pissed off. But than again I think any woman who's face to face with her abuser would feel the same. "Bey, come on. I just wanna talk," he pleaded again. We must have been loud because Shawn was now waking towards the door. "Is there an issue?" He said before even looking up. When he saw Anthony at my door and flipped. "I should fucking kill you. Fuck is yo bitch ass doing here," Shawn said, now angry, pushing me out the door way gently. "Nigga Ian got nothing to say to you. I'm here to talk to Beyoncé," I rolled my eyes at how pathetic he sounded. "You ain't got shit to say to me nigga," I knew one thing that would really make him mad. "Shawn baby, can you close the door. I said as I hid my face in his back. He slammed the door shit and turned to me. "How that nigga know where you live? Where my daughter lay her fucking head at?!" He said now getting angry at me. "Woah partner. I haven't talked to him since the night he RAPED me so I wouldn't know," now everything was out on the table. "He raped you? Fuck that," he said snatching his jacket off the coat rack and opened the door, but I blocked it. "Move Giselle," he said with so much bass and authority in his voice. "No Corey! I'm not about to let you do something stupid. You've already missed 16 years, no more time wasted remember?" His face softened but he was still pissed. "When did he rape you?" I shuttered thinking back to that night. As the thoughts flooded my memory a few tears slipped. He reached up to wipe my face but I flinched. He cursed under his breath and sighed. "When Beyoncé?" He asked more gently this time. "Prom Night," I whispered as he pulled me into his chest.
