Onika
Today was the day that I've been waiting for, for so long. They let me out a month earlier because my behavior had improved and I was really thankful for that.
I asked Beyoncé if she could come get me because I honestly didn't feel like hearing my mom's criticism. I was excited to see her pumpkin belly as she was going on 9 months now.
"Hey fat mama." I greeted her as I pecked her lips.
She finalized her decision between Shawn and I when she found out that he had impregnated another female and blamed it on "a night at the studio".
"I look fat." She pouted as her eyes became glossy.
"Babe really?" I chuckled at her emotional ass.
"Fuck you Onika I hate you." She waddled back out to the car with me trailing behind her, making her get in the passenger side.
"You not gone show me no love." I grabbed her thigh and made eye contact with a pissed off Beyonce.
"Get off me since I'm so fat." She crossed her arms resting them on her stomach.
I moved my hand and sighed as I started driving. She held her hand on her stomach as she relaxed back in her seat.
"You gone get enough of treating me like this. Don't ask me to eat your pussy later on."
She scoffed as we parked in front of her house. "I get my pussy ate whenever I ask, believe that."
I shook my head getting out the car and locking it behind me. Whether she liked it or not this attitude was going to get fixed. Once I got my things relaxed I found her in the kitchen talking on the phone.
In one quick move I spun her around and pinned her waist against the counter making her drop the phone.
"I don't know who the fuck you think I am but you watch your attitude when you talk to me. Do you understand me Giselle?" I got as close to her face as possible.
"But baby I-."
"Do I make myself clear? I won't ask again."
She nodded her head before looking away from me thinking that I didn't realize she was blushing, freak. I turned her head back towards me and pecked her lips before letting her go. I picked her phone up for her and put it in her hand.
"Girl her fine ass come back acting like Daddy." She gossiped as I exited the kitchen.
I went upstairs and powered my phone on for the first time in 5 months. Hundreds of notifications popped up as I connected to the WiFi. I'm pretty sure I had to pay my phone bill, that was probably well over due.
I had hundreds of texts from Rihanna telling me how worried she was and how much she missed me. I shot her a quick text back telling her I'd explain everything to her soon.
"You hungry baby?" She asked me as she stood in the door frame, I quickly stuffed my phone in my pocket looking up at her.
"Bey now you and I both know you're not THAT good in the kitchen, let me handle it baby." I sat on the end of the bed as she straddled my lap.
Placing my hands on her large stomach I smiled feeling the baby kick right where I touched.
"Please don't get her started babe." As soon as Bey found out the gender she came and relayed the news to me. I was more than happy to be here for her and baby girl but I wouldn't ever try to replace Shawn if he wanted to be in her life. If he didn't then that's when I'll take over with the "daddy" position but as of now, I don't want to over step my boundaries.
