Beyoncé Knowles can't believe her annoyingly perfect personal assistant has actually resigned from her cushy, highly paid position, and she intends to tell her exactly what she thinks about it.
But when she gets to her place, she comes to realize s...
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Blue was going to crash any minute now, hard. After playing in the snow most of the morning and visiting Santa's House in the afternoon, she'd been hyper, jumping like she was fitted with a spring.
Onika had managed to get a fire going, following the directions the owner had given her, and they had hot chocolate brewed, as well as marshmallows.
In short, it was absolutely amazing. Almost perfect, in fact. The only thing missing was...
The knock at the door surprised her, as the owner of the cottage had left less than an hour ago; he'd come to offer to clear her her drive in the morning, and to bring a huge pot of something that smelled absolutely heavenly.
Onika supposed it was the way people acted outside of New York: nicely. That was weird, but welcome, as the alternative would have been busting her ass in the kitchen–she'd have enough to prepare the next day.
As it was dark out–although it couldn't be much past five O'clock–she cautioned Blue to stay back before making it to the heavy wooden door, wishing there was a peephole.
"Yes?" she asked, not recognizing the woman at first.
When she did, she gasped in shock, bringing a hand to her mouth before giving into her instinct and jumping to hug her.
Beyoncé's hands circled her, and she squeezed her hard, saying, "Yeah, worth it," so low she thought she might have just been talking to herself.
She couldn't believe her eyes. She was really here.
"Who's there, Mama?"
"Who do you think, honeybee?" she asked, making her chuckle against her chest.
"Bey!" Blue screamed, and footsteps approached at high speed.
"Gorgeous," Beyoncé whispered against her ear, "I'm really enjoying this welcome, but I'm also freezing my balls off out here."
She laughed, letting her go and grabbing her suitcase from her frozen hand just in time for Blue to arrive and jump into another hug.
Like mother, like daughter, apparently.
"I can't believe you're here! Mama said you had to spend your Christmas with your family. Come in, because there's a fire and hot chocolate, and marshmallows too."
"You got me at 'fire'," she admitted.
Onika could she why: her pants were covered in snow. They'd been lucky the night before, as the owner had cleared their driveway for them, but by morning, there had been enough snow for Blue to be covered up to the neck.
