Fate saved us

Chapter 33

27th February 1990
Beyoncé's PoV

It's been exactly a week, for a week I've been thinking in pregnant. And today I find out, Michael and I are off to the doctors today to see if I am pregnant. I'm really nervous. Michael is excited as you can probably tell, he loves children. He absolutely adored Sarabi.

Michael claps his hands together making me jump, he giggles at me and wraps his arm around me while he sits closer to me on the sofa "do you want it to be a boy or a girl?" He questions
I choke on my laugh and look at him "we don't even know if I'm pregnant yet"
He shrugs "I know you are" I just shake my head at him and smile.
He nudged me "so? Boy or girl?"
I shrug "I have no clue, I just wanna let the fact sink in that I could be pregnant.. then I'll start wishing for a gender" I smile softly
"I want a boy.." he softly speaks "oh yeah?" I ask
He nods smiling "or a girl.. I don't mind. I want both, I want loads of children"
I giggle at him shaking my head "I know you love children but damnnn I'm the one who has to birth them.. think of me" i chuckle
He bites his lip and stares into my eyes "you're beautiful, but even more beautiful when you are pregnant. You just have a glow about you and it attracts me even more to you.. I love you" he licks his lips then kisses me slowly. I kiss him back as I play with his hair which makes him moan. He pushes me down onto the sofa and grunts as I squeeze his ass cheek. I rub my right hand on his shaft making his hips move with the rhythm of my hand movements. As he sits up and unbuckles his belt, there's a disturbing knock at the door.
"Fuck right off" Michael mumbles annoyed
I slap his chest giggling then I point to the front door "go on"
He looks at me as if to say 'what the fuck?!' He laughs and shakes his head "Beyoncé I can't.. I've got a slight problem" he says then looks down at his bulge in his trousers. He looks back up and our eyes meet "you're gonna have to go"
I shake my head "no"
Whoever it is at the door bangs again, Michael huffs and puffs then stands up walking out of the living room to the front door.

I hear him open the door "MICHAEL WHY WASN'T YOU ANSWERING THE DOOR!" Janet raises her voice, scolding her older brother.
Michael snaps "I was busy, Janet! Why are you pounding on my door at dinner time? What is your problem, woman?"

I sit on the sofa properly and turn on the tv. Janet walks in the living room as she replies to Michael "Beyoncé and I have a girls day planned" she huffs and sits down on the sofa near the door
My eyes widen and I look at her in shock "I'm so sorry, Janet! I totally forgot about our day together!" I frown
She looks at me and smiles "it's fine don't worry, I guess I'll just stick around here for the day"

I look at Michael when she says that and he looks at me with his eyes widen "umm, Dunk. You- we. She has to go to the doctors" Michael stutters making Janet laugh "calm down, sheesh. Why what's up?" She looks at me
"I um- I've got a sickness bug" I reply quickly
She looks at Michael for verification, he nods quickly.. great Michael, nor suspicious at all!! I roll my eyes at him, what a idiot.. I smile to myself.
"Well we can have a brother and sister day.." Janet coos looking at Michael
"Jan, I'd love to.. I'd really love to but I've got a lot of work to do today for the album. And I'm taking Beyoncé to the doctors too" Michael replies sitting down next to me
"She's a fully grown woman, she doesn't need you there to hold her hand" Janet squints her eyes at us. Why does she have to be so good at seeing through people... "unless you, aren't, going to the doctors" she raises a brow.
I nod "no, I am.. I've got an appointment booked for one o'clock today"
She looks up at the clock and smirks "well, we best be off"
"We?" Michael questions her before I can "there is no 'we' just me and Beyoncé" Michael frowns
Janet groans "pleaseee let me come!"
Michael replies quickly "no you can't"
Janet sighs shaking her head "sheeeesh, calm down. It's not like you're finding out if she's pregnant..." she stops talking and her eyes bulge. Great, absolutely great.