Arrhythmia

Thirty-Four

Rei my favorite so fuck y'all. Anyways...how does Bey need to grow?

Beyoncé Giselle Knowles
July 22nd 2016
Houston, Texas
Knowles Residence

Cleaning up my living room, I could hear myself get hungrier and hungrier by the second.

Alright, little one. I'll feed you.

Ever since I'd come to terms with being pregnant, I'd started to slow down.

I didn't want to risk anything happening to the child I was carrying, even if I was terrified of who it did belong to.

Nonetheless, I still made an effort to be safe; giving all my liquor to Kelly and Robyn, per their request. I hadn't decided to tell Blue yet, knowing damn well what would happen if she found out.

My doorbell ringing made me roll my eyes, loudly calling, "Blue!"

The small voice curiously yelled back, "Yes, Mommy?"

"Your dad is here!"

I could hear her excited squeal from my place in the living room, smiling softly to myself before opening the door; my face falling at the sight of the man standing there.

He had picked her up, but somehow forgot she needed clothes; so he brought her back while going to shop for some clothes for her.

And yet he wanted custody.

"Hey-"

"She'll be here in a second." I informed quickly, turning around so I could return to what I was doing.

He scoffed. "Not even a hello?"

"Hey, Shawn." I groaned, turning around to squint at him as I lifted my arms and dropped them. "Is that what you need?" My eyebrows were creased in a frown as my voice laced itself with irritation. "You need my attention that bad?"

My ex husband was at a loss for words, as he should be.

I didn't want to see him, but Kelly had suggested to butter him up with Blue; saying something about it helping the divorce.

Of course, I didn't want to use my daughter as a pawn but.....man was it working.

If I could give the man anything, I could say he damn sure loved his daughter.

Speaking of...

Blue was taking too long, which I didn't understand considering I'd laid everything out for her.

The little diva probably picked more outfits.

"Bey-"

"I'll be right back." I cut him off again, not even caring about the forlorn look.

Every negative emotion I felt towards the man was more than deserved, so I couldn't even bring myself to hold back any disdain I felt for him.

If I had to feel the heartbreak he caused me from cheating, he'd have to feel the effect of that heartbreak: my anger.

My stomach growled, reminding to both calm down and to eat later.