Growing up Hip Hop

Chapter 7

Shawn P.O.V.
Before I knew it, it became the weekend. Beyoncé flew in for the funeral so her and I are now getting in the truck on the way to the church. My mind is all over the place. The Will was given to my lawyer so yesterday I had to sign Brooklyn birth certificate and custody was given to myself and Beyoncé. I was surprise she had time to right Beyoncé even in her will. She wrote a letter and I gave it to Bey we she came in last night. I don't know what was in it her and I haven't talked about it yet. After the funeral Brooklyn is spending her last night with her abuela then I am picking her up in the morning and we all will fly out to our home. I'm extremely nervous and I think Bey noticed.

"Hey I've been calling your name for a minute. What are you thinking about?" She asked me as she grabbed my hand.

"I'm nervous. I'm about to have both my kids under the same roof things are really changing for us." I told her.

"Exactly us. You are not in the alone. I and as much as responsible for Brooklyn as you are. We gonna get through this together. But you can't look nervous today. You have to be strong this is going to be the second hardest day for her after losing her mom." She told me. I squeezed her hand to let her know I appreciate her.

"Thank you. I needed that. I'm glad it's summer now though we can all just be at the house and take this all in at her pace." I said. We pulled up to the church and I saw Izzy's mom talking the someone through an open car door. As we came to a stop the driver opened the door and I sled out then help Bey. We walked together toward Izzy's mom with our bodyguards behind us.

"Mama Maria what's going on?" I asked from behind her. She turned to me with a sign of relief.

"It's Brooklyn she's says she not ready but it's time to go in now." She told me. I looked around her and saw into the car Brooklyn sitting down playing with the hem of her dress.

"May I try?"I asked her.

"Please." She answered. I turned to Beyoncé.

"I can use your help on this one" I said to her. She stepped in front of me and slid into the limo with me behind her. She sat next to Brooklyn and I sat in front on the long row. She then put her arm around her and pulled her into her chest.

"You know this is a nice limo. I see why you don't want to get out." She said out loud. "But you know if you don't you might regret not going to your mami's funeral. This is where it's going to count. A final goodbye to her. Are you sure you want to miss that?" Beyoncé asked her.

"Will I have to see her body?" Brooklyn asked looking up at Bey.

"Is that something that your are ready for? You don't have to if you don't want to. We can just go in and sit with your family and listen to the great stories they may share with you about your mami then you can say out loud or think to yourself whatever you want in this moment." Beyoncé answered her.

"Can I sit with you and daddy?" She asked. I almost chocked she called me daddy.

"Of course." She said. Then they looked at me.

"Oh yeah definitely Brook. Whatever you want." I said a little fast.

"I'm ready." She said. We all stepped out the car and Brooklyn grabbed my hand along with Beyoncé and her abuela led the way into the church. We walked down to the front and Beyoncé took Brooklyn to her pew while I went up front to see Izzy and pay my final respects. Then went to sit with them. And just like Bey said they told great stories of when she lived in Puerto Rico and how they wished they could have seen her one final time. It was not a long funeral. Soon it was time to get in the truck and go to the burial site.

"Brooklyn you riding with your abuela or us?" I asked her.

"Can I ride with you guys?" She asked. Beyoncé was the first to answer of course telling her to go tell her abuela then come back.

We made it to the burial and she was bury under a tree and I just knew it had to be something she wanted because she always said she felt more relaxed under a tree writing about any and everything. Soon I was time to go and once again Brooklyn was not ready to leave her mom.

"Hey don't cry. She will always be with you no matter where you are." Beyoncé told her.

"How?" Brooklyn asked. Beyoncé pointed to her heart.

"Right there. And her presents with always be around." Beyoncé told her. That made Brooklyn feel better because now we were walking her to the limo so that she can go back home with her abuela and say her final goodbyes.

"Okay Brooklyn we will see you in the morning. If you need us before then you have my number call me for anything even if you just want to talk." I told her. She nodded and I crouched down to hug her and so did Beyoncé before we sent her on her way.