No Ordinary Love

17

The witch rode my chest.

At least, that's what it felt like.

Awareness never abandoned me, I heard her, smelled her, and felt her. With every intake of breath, there was a small outtake of breath. We'd conceived a boy, my mother visited me and gave me rude awakenings.

It was needed for me to halt my lifestyle. Living on the grayscale would only harm Onika and I more than we've been hurt before.

My eyes opened as if they weren't sealed for nearly four months. My greed overpowered my will, my lungs began to take in more air than needed. My wife's head snapped leftward, immediately running to my side as I coughed my insides up.

"Baby," she cried. More focused on the fact that I was awakened and able to be here, her hands forced my head to her soft breasts while she cried joyously.

"I'm thirsty," my voice wasn't mine, but that was the least of my worries. She pulled away, quickly walking off to the Kentwood fountain to fill a cup of water up.

"Shhh, no talking until your throat gets better, just drink for me, baby...."

I did as she wished, drinking until my stomach felt as if it would explode with all the liquid I was consuming.

Still, that wasn't what had my focus. A pain shot through my back as I thought to the young man I once considered my son. Evilness began to flow through me, his sly hands along with a barely noticeable needle managed to be my downfall.

"You're focused on taking a life when your son is here in front of you! Snap out of it!"

Tina was in my head, I'd spent three entire months with her, listening to every lecture she had in store for me.

My heart felt as if it weighed a ton, I wanted nothing more than to release it upon the causes of my mass destruction. But, there was a spiritual war going on, and the life inside of Onika was too pure to put at risk.

I had to preserve my anger until my seed was well above the age of physical awareness.

I began to cry, Onika worried deeply, I was afraid she'd bring stress to the baby. But, I couldn't contain my anger, I wanted Lori and her lineage dead!

"Don't!" I grabbed her wrist tighter than I meant to, she winced and I let my grip loose.
"Don't call the doctor yet, Nika....where's my daddy?"

"He's on his way now, he comes at the same time-"

"Tell him not to come today."

"Bey-"

"Tell him!"

Twenty Hours After:

"It wouldn't be wrong for you to let him know, Beyoncé!"

This wasn't ideal at all. I didn't dream of her awakening being as complicated as it was now. She'd stooped to her lowest form of self, her demanding ways were sickening, but still....I loved her.

"I don't want to hear shit! I'm tired and I've been sleep for months now! It wouldn't have been wrong for him to let me know who murdered our first fucking born!"

My chest nearly caved in, the steering wheel would've been going through pure agony if it had nerves. My knuckles nearly popped out of the skin of my hands, I focused on the road and kept my cries to myself.

"Don't speak like that, baby...."

"Well, it's the fucking truth, Nika! I'm tired of all the fuck-fuck games! It's like I'll never get a break, I shouldn't have even woke up!"

Now I was weeping, her words were doing numbers on me. It felt as if Ali himself had pieced my heart up, thankfully, the place we resided in was now in view.

I turned the car off and gathered my emotions before I was to have a breakdown. I'd spent too many months fighting for all three of us just for my wife to feel the way she did.

But, this wasn't about me and my wellbeing. I had two babies I needed to care for and I was going to do just that. There was a disconnect with Beyoncé and this realm that we were on, and I understood every part of it.

Time, patience, and unconditional love were my favorite gifts I'd ever receiving....it was now time for me to share those three gifts with my wife.

"I got it," she mumbled, grabbing her walking stick to balance herself steadily. Ignoring her strong-front, I closed the car door behind her, grabbing her index finger to guide her back home.

"I'm turning my phone off, if it's not concerning you or my son, I don't wanna be bothered."

She grabbed my face, bending down so our foreheads were together. I sighed, there was a different beat at which her heart was beating now. It wasn't the same modulation that I was used to. But, that frightened me none, I'd just learn this one over and over again and fall deeply in love with the new pattern like nothing ever happened.

"I don't want you working anymore, okay?"

It was a request I knew was coming sooner than later, "okay."

All I could do was agree to whatever she said, there was a few slices of independence I had to give up when I married Beyoncé Giselle Knowles. She thrived off of me needing her, depending on her, and her providing for me.

"Nika, I swear you'll understand and see why I'm doing what I'm doing," she promised.

But, I in fact, over stood the plan, I was already revealed her intentions and all I could do was aid her on this journey.

"I love you, Bey. I need you to be okay so I can be okay...."

"I love you more. More than you'll ever be able to imagine, Onika. Shit has to change and it's starting before my unborn gets here!"

I nodded, completely accepting her possessiveness and strong acts of protection. She kissed my lips tenderly, once, twice, then three times.

The kiss was full of sex, followed by rapacious bites and her touchy hands that hadn't left my ass since she stepped foot in the door.

"Baby," I moaned out, afraid of what was to come next. Though the crotch section of my tights were ornamented with my arousal, my emotions still were full of fear and worry.

Not for myself, but for her. She was going to drive herself insane trying to be at my side every second of the day.

She felt as if it was her fault that our first baby was lost, I know she'd never admit that faulty devil on her shoulder, but it was there.

"Baby, I'm sorry for everything, I know this isn't the love you wanted or dreamt of as a little girl, but I'll do everything in my power to give you and our children the life y'all deserve."

I shook my head, gripping her neck, running my hand down to her organ that was drumming to its own beat.

"Any life with you is the love I dream of. I'm here with you, for you, and by you forever."

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Okay after most of y'all cussed me out, I finally worked sumn up.

I have more BeyNika readers than any other ship and y'all are very......adamant. Cute.

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