Beyoncé's POV
I stared at my wife's profile as she stirred the taco meat. Her gold framed glasses sat low on her nose as her long eyelashes waved in the wind of her eyes blinking rapidly. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she stood over the hot stove. The dim light of the kitchen catching on her soft, supple skin made her look goddess like as she cooked.
This woman is the love of my life. Even the simplest things she does make my cheeks hurt from the wide smiles she gives me. She must've felt my piercing stare because she shifted her eyes to look over at me before smiling softly and turning back to the stove.
"Yes?" She smirked slightly, her defined lips curling slightly as she turned off the stove. I waved her off, not know how to explain my love I feel for her aloud.
She only shrugged me off, pulling out two plates and some bowls to place on the marble counter top. She placed the different side ingredients into bowls and began preparing two plates.
I moved to stand behind her, taking in her body as I approached her. Her dark curls were tucked away in a high bun, although a few small strands had made their escape from the hair tie already. Her long, slender neck transitioned beautifully into her wide shoulders. The white cloth of her tank top lead my eyes down her back as it sat between her shoulders. Her soft shoulder blades moved slightly as she, what I assumed was place food on our plates.
Her lower back curved smoothly, her deep arch turning into her strong butt and legs. Her light grey spandex shorts she sported left her thick upper thighs exposed to me. My eyes tracked down her fit physic lovingly, simply absorbing her natural state.
Her defined calves flexed as she leaned to her left to reach for the sauces which were lined up along the white back splash of the light grey kitchen. Her right heel lifted off the floor slightly, making the muscles in her lower legs simply more prominent. Her hips shifted softly as her heel connected gently with the cool, white tile floor.
"You know I love you, right?" I asked, knowing she still has her doubts. She spun around on the balls of her feet, coming forward and wrapping her strong arms around my neck, resulting in me coming closer. Our breathing began to sync and my heartbeat skipped a little as it always does when she's this close to me.
"Yes, and I love you. And I forgive you, stop beating yourself up about it, baby." She spoke, flexing her muscles to move her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Her response shocked me, since it had been the first time I'd heard her address the incident in 3 years since it happened.
"You deserve better," I sighed, connecting our foreheads.
"I'll be better, I promise." I whispered before she kissed the tip of my nose and turned back to the counter, pulling out silverware.
"Oh I know, because if you ever even think of having another affair you'll end up in a body bag and no one will find you." She threatened, looking back at me with her right eyebrow raised in confidence.
She turned to grab the plates, taking them into the dining room. The wine glasses and our favorite red wine were left behind on the counter so I grabbed them, following her through the kitchen. As she lit the candles that sat in the center of the table the light made her soft Y/E/C eyes glisten in the dimness.
Asking Alexa to turn off the kitchen light as I walked past, I stood next to my wife before looking over in hopes of a kiss. She simply sat down in the seat behind her, ignoring my silent question. I set the glasses and wine down gently as the light slowly turned off.
"Now, would the pretty lady like some wine?" I asked Y/N in a British accent, pretending to be a waiter.
"Why yes," she played along, mimicking my accent. Or at least attempting to, she let out a giggle at the end of her statement. As we ate and conversed my mind couldn't help but wander to that night. The night Y/N walked into the diner in a silk red dress and a bold red lip. She looked gorgeous, as always.
"Remember the night I proposed?" I asked, making her smile. She lowered her taco from her mouth, a small laugh escaping her lips.
"Beyoncé, you had me dressed like it was New York Fashion week in a small little diner! That was so embarrassing." She laughed at the end of her last sentence.
"You looked gorgeous, as you always do." I stated, making her cheeks flush with heat.
As the dinner came to an end I had an idea.
"Come with me," I spoke, grasping Y/N's soft hand and pulling her into the backyard. As we walked out I told Alexa to play our song, Love by Keyshia Cole, before plugging in the string lights that hung across the entire backyard.
Y/N made sure we had a nice sized yard for when we have little ones running around, but the yard was also good for family gatherings and date nights like this.
As the beat of the song began Y/N swayed her hips and a smile found its way back on her lips.
"Love, never knew what I was missing," I sang, pulling Y/N closer to me.
"But I knew once we start kissing," she sang back, her voice sending chills down my spine.
I pulled my wife close, my chin resting on the side of her head as hers rested on my shoulder. Looking behind her I glanced at the grass filled yard that has hosted many of our dates and memories. Memories I could never replace or get back.
As the breakdown toward the end of the song came up Y/N spoke, "Wanna know something?"
She opened her eyes as I nodded my head in response, our bodies still swaying to the song.
"When we were separated I listened to this song on repeat. So much, my sister will probably never listen to it the same again. But it explained exactly how I felt. I swore that I hated you but still could only think about all the things we'd done and planned. I thought of the kids we're going to have one day. The adventures we love to go on. I thought about how you were skeptical of dating me cause you didn't know if I was real." We chuckled at the mention of my concerns about our relationship in the beginning.
"I messed up," I sighed.
"Mhmm," she agreed, leaning her head into my chest.
"But even when you piss me off I couldn't imagine being this in love with anyone else." I confessed.
"It's not perfect baby, but this is real love." She smiled.
"You showed me real love."
