Shawn's POV
"She take forever to get dressed." Marcus said.
We were sitting in the living room waiting for Bey to come down.
"I know. Amir, go get your mom." I said.
"No, she gonna get mad and say I'm whining." He said.
"Do you whine when you ask?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"I guess." He said.
"See, you gotta do it like this." Marcus said and went to the bottom of the steps.
"Bey! Come on!" Marcus yelled.
He was smiling after he said it.
"Who said that!" She yelled.
"Shawn!" He yelled and came back to take a seat.
I laughed.
"You know she know it was you anyway." I said.
He just sat there but Cori and Amir were laughing. Finally Beyoncé came downstairs. She walked right over to Marcus and hit him upside his head.
"Don't be yelling in my house little boy." She said.
"Shawn told me-"
"Don't put me in this." I said standing. "Y'all get in the truck."
I gave the keys to Marcus and the kids left out.
"Why it take you all day to get dressed?" I asked.
She wasn't wearing make up, her hair was in a pony tail and she had on a t-shirt and shorts with some nike dunks. I know that's a fifteen minuet look.
"Don't worry about what took me so long. Are you ready to go?" She asked.
"Are you ready to go?" I mocked her.
She looked at me.
"Don't scowl." I said. "You'll get wrinkles."
I kissed her lips as I past her. Of course being the abuser she is she hit me.
"You not gonna keep hitting me." I said.
"With the way your heavy handed ass keeps smacking my ass I'll hit you whenever I feel like it." She said walking pass me to the door.