Bad For You 2 {COMPLETED}

Chapter 15: For Your B-Day

Onika Tanya Maraj-Knowles
September 3
San Diego, California

What do you give a woman that has everything? A woman that has had everything since the day she was born? A woman who was born into greatness so her presence defies all gravity? What do you give that woman? You give that woman every part of you.

For over a month now, I'd been wondering what to get Beyoncé, what to do for her birthday.

Meeting Beyoncé was one of the best things that'd ever happened to me but when I met her she was a different person. Less mature. She's still equally as childish but when there's business to be done, she gets it done.

She's always been family oriented, she was in love with that damn Maserati, and anyone that was close to her had a space in her heart. She wore her heart on her sleeve, she loved her father more than anything in this world. Though I'd never met the man, I was sure he was looking down on her proud.

"So, you need her back on her medicine?" August asked, he sat Anthony down into his lap. Anthony held onto his cheek as we spoke.

"Yes. Yet she won't take it. She acts like she's so okay without it when that's not the case at all." I sighed.

"You better shove that shit down her throat."

"Tried. She's a lot stronger than I am."

"You know what you do?" He asked, he looked at me like an idea just came.

"What?"

"Tell her London won't take her medicine unless she does. She'll take it for sure. London is definitely her weakness. London says something and she jumps. Like a miniature you."

"No, she's a mini Bey."

"Regardless it'll get Bey to take her medicine. Then she'll be alright for her birthday."

I sighed. "I just don't know why she won't listen."

"You know she's always had a problem with it. Even when we were kids, she just always felt like she was a freak for taking them. You know? You can imagine how she felt having a dick too. It was hard for her. Just being able to control one aspect in her life."

"I get that but she's not a little girl anymore. She controls a lot in her life now."

"No she doesn't, you do."

"Ultimately, Beyoncé does. She may not get her way all the time but Beyoncé controls this ship. I just don't let her know it. That wouldn't be wise."

"Maybe you should."

I looked up when I heard the door open. Terrell and Kyreigh ran into the house, Bey had London in one arm, cradling her while she slept.

"Hey beautiful." She walked over and kissed my temple. "Gonna go put her down and get them in the tub. I'll be back when they're all asleep."

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She nodded and made her way up the stairs. "Kyreigh I'm gon' beat that ass if you not out them clothes in 5 minutes!"

"Mama stop!" Kyreigh yelled back.

I loved the way Beyoncé was with our kids. From the outside looking in, it seemed like she wasn't nice to them but they played like that. If you got to see Beyoncé in her purest form, in bed or even just sitting with them, the love in her eyes and in her was evident. She made those kids feel like nothing but them mattered. That's why they clung to her the way that they did.