Beyond The Shadow Of A Doubt [Finished]

Epilogue

Beyonce's POV

4 Years Later

"Marcus" I yelled walking into the house.

I had just opened up the mail and was pissed. Jordan was walking behind me.

"Mommy." I heard.

I looked down at her.

"Here." She said handing me her sippy cup.

I took it and she walked away. I'm guessing she's going to her room.

"Marcus!" I yelled.

I heard footsteps.

"Ma, it's not what you think?" I heard.

"Like hell!" I said holding up the mail. "Why the hell did you get a speeding ticket in my damn car?!"

"If I had my own I would've gotten it in my car."

I threw the first thing that was in reach at him. He's lucky it was the damn paper towel roll.

"Don't fucking play with me. You got $75 dollars to pay for this?"

"No." He said.

"Yes you do." I said. "Your selling your games."

"What? You can't make me do that."

"What the hell you say? I will sell your damn clothes. You gonna give me my $75 damn dollars."

He groaned.

"Go away." I said.

"But-"

"Get away from me boy, I'm already mad."

He finally left me alone. See, this is why that lil nigga don't have a car now.

Let me calm down. Okay, well four years later and everyone is still the same just older. Jordan is Shawn and I's three year old daughter. Shawn and I got married three years ago as well. 

I checked my watch.

"Shit!" I said. "Jordan!"

I walked towards the steps. She was coming down the steps.

"Mommy has to go get Cori and Amir. You wanna stay or go?"

"I stay." She said and I nodded.

"Marcus! I'm leaving you with Jordan."

"Okay!" He yelled as he came to the steps.