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"Every time I think about how talented you are, it makes me want to cry! We have extra bedrooms, Jermaine. You're always welcomed! Please always feel free to start your music career anywhere but here!" Robyn was always his favorite out of everyone, she understood him on an artistic and intellectual level unlike everyone else who just wanted to make money with no passion to steer them straight.
"I wish, Rob....you know I can't leave the hood!"
Robyn winced, shaking her head in the negative at the statement she knew wasn't true. "You can! I'll tell G to set the room up for you, seriously!"
Jermaine chuckled, hugging the older girl tight in appreciation then falling Beyoncé up who walked in the house after a quick smoke.
"Keep ya lil' sticky hands off of my fiancé!" Beyoncé joked, grabbing the guy who was like a brother to her by his extended hand to pull him in for a quick hug.
"Hey, as long as I'm the flower guy!"
Robyn chuckled, followed by Beyoncé who playfully rolled her eyes at the small crush Jermaine had on her girl.
"Mhm," G warned, wrapping an arm around Robyn's stomach.
"C'mon now, G. You know a nigga just playing!"
Robyn elbowed Beyoncé, sending an apologetic look towards Jermaine immediately after. Her over the top sense of possession has been off of the charts, but Robyn wouldn't dare say anything in front of anyone else.
"Don't mind her rude ass, let me know when the cake'll be ready!" Robyn smiled, brushing Beyoncé off who had been on her trail since they landed back home.
Jermaine continued to decorate his cake, Beyoncé grabbed Robyn's arm roughly, pulling her into the pool house angrily. "You gon' stop fucking playing with me in front of these niggas!"
Scoffing, she closed her gaped mouth and rolled her eyes at her fiancée. "Jermaine, baby!?! Really? Little J? And you're fucking jealous?"
"I'm not jealous! You're carrying my son, I don't want you getting comfortable with the hood again. These motherfuckers change like the season, Anna......I'm sorry for grabbing you up like that," Bey quickly apologized. She rubbed the assaulted area and gave Robyn the saddest puppy dog look ever.
"Keep your distance until it's time to go by your mother, your losing it, G...."
Beyoncé was fuming alone in the pool house, cracking her stiffened fingers as the party went on. Controlling her temper, she rolled her shoulders and waited a few minutes before returning back to the party.
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