She looked beautiful. She looked like art. But art wasn't supposed to look beautiful. It was supposed to make you feel something.
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I woke up in the middle of the night because Bey was mumbling something in her sleep. She was also sweating like hell. I knew it was hot but we slept with the air conditioning on so I thought that it was okay.
"I don't know what to do" she mumbled like she was talking to somebody. It better not be another bitch.
"Baby, wake up" I softly shook her rubbing her arm up and down. She scrunched her eyes trying to fight it but I just kept on shaking her until she sat up hectically. She gasped for air looking around.
"Easy baby, are you okay?" I questioned her turning her face to me.
She looked shocked and pulled up my shirt revealing my stomach and my boobs.
"You-You're not?" stuttered words came out of her mouth as she switched from my face to my stomach.
"I'm not what?"
What was she even talking about? I grabbed her hand and kissed it making her look at me.
"Can you talk to me? Are you okay?" I questioned.
She nodded her head and let out a breath. "I just had a really bad dream..."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Actually yeah. I think that it would help me...I don't even know why I dreamt something like this. We were back from the trip and you got sick."
"Oh god, did I die?" she shook her head no.
"I was getting you chocolate and all and then you told me that you are pregnant."
My gaze froze for a second.
"Seriously?"
"Mhm. It was Meeks baby and no you didn't cheat. You were pregnant with the baby the whole time but you didn't notice and shit and I was just super shocked." I smiled a little bit and hugged her.
"What did you say about the baby?"
"That you should keep it of course, but I was really overwhelmed especially because it was his. Not to sound disrespectful but I'm happy you're not pregnant."
"But I am" she looked at me with her mouth wide open.
"No I'm not.I'm just kidding my bad. But that look on your face was hilarious." I broke down laughing.
"I don't think that is funny at all Onika." she said looking away.
"I'm sorry babe, I know you probably feel like shit after that dream, but I'm not pregnant and I even got on my period on all the right times." she smiled at me weakly. I couldn't stop laughing.
I mean if something like this happened to me, like if Bey would've got pregnant by her ex, I'd got crazy like hell. Even if it's just a dream.
"I'm sorry for laughing babe...I just love that look on your face. Anyways, I'm not pregnant by this son of a bitch. I'm only gonna have your babies even though you can't get me pregnant but you know what I mean."
