Fate saved us

Chapter 32

20th February 1990
              Beyoncé's PoV

For the last four days I've been sick, whatever I ate must have attacked my stomach very hard, I must say.
Michael and I have been having an affair, we've had no arguments of late. So I'm happy, and I think he is too. He's been spending more time here, with me than at Neverland with Tatiana.
Although, he's been acting very strange recently, every time I'm being sick he's just acting very strange.

I puke into the toilet and Michael sighs "maybe it's time to visit the toilet" he smirks a little. I raise a eyebrow at him "do you get off on the fact that I may need to go to hospital?" I puke again
"No" he shakes his head "but I get off on the fact that you may be pregnant"
My eyes widen and I puke again!
"Don't be stupid, I can't be... the doctor said I can't get pregnant again" I frown
I repeat what Bill told me "I know baby, but just because he's said that doesn't mean you can't" Michael looks at me with a small smile "oh, what if you are pregnant? I can't wait!!" He claps his hands together like a child at daycare when he sees his mom.

I shake my head and stand up feeling better, I walk out of the bathroom and he follows me "what's up?" He asks with a frown
I sit down on the bed and sigh "I think you're forgetting that you're married" I reply softly
His frown deepens as he sits next to me on the bed "I told you, I'm divorcing Tatiana. And now you may be pregnant..I'm definitely divorcing her, I can't be with someone if you're here pregnant and on your own. I need to support you.." he grabs my hand and starts rubbing it gently "I need you.." he whispers
I look at him and he smiles softly "I want this, I want another baby with you.."

I chuckle and look down while blushing "it looks like fate saved us, right?"
He bites his lip smirking "right" he replies. He looks at my lips and licks his own, he leans closer to me and kisses my lips softly. He moans and lays me down on the bed gently.
He undoes my robe and moves himself in between my legs. I attack his neck with sloppy kissing making him rock his hips and moan.
As he's about to insert himself into me he stops "what if I hurt the baby?" He questions as he looks up into my eyes.
I chuckle shaking my head, he said exactly that to me when I was pregnant with Sarabi "you won't, silly" I giggle then pause "there might not even be a baby" I shrug
He frowns, then a small cheeky smirk tugs at his lips "I guess we'll have to create one then.. right now" he mumbles onto my lips while moaning.