No Ordinary Love

14

The remains of winter were just leaving. It'd been three months now, Beyoncé and I have been consistently switching between each other's condos. Time was ticking, it was soon going to be time for me to marry Meek, I wouldn't admit it, but I was afraid his plan wasn't working. Blame it on impatience, but I was so ready to be with Beyoncé.....freely.

My lips puckered to blow the hot tea that was in the mug beneath my face. I basked in the silence, even though I'd rather Beyoncé's breathing be the reason as to why my heartbeat sped up. My eyes shut, I brought the mug to my lips and took a slow sip. My hand subconsciously sat upon my lower stomach, I became nervous all over thinking of the life growing inside of me.

I'd found out a few days ago, with Rihmeek in tow. He was the one who suggested that I'd take a test after one of my 'missing Beyoncé' episodes. I complained about aches and I guess he was tired of it. A small chuckle escaped my lips when I thought back to his reaction and confession.

"I feel like a proud soon to be uncle."

He truly was the brother I never had. It would have been weird if we shared intimate moments, but thankfully there were none. It all made sense as to why he had such a deep admiration for Bey, but of course she couldn't see it. Business ties turn into family ties, and come to find out, the Knowles were infamous for their 'top dog' ways, but they were truly good people.

With my baby reopening her gun shop in Houston, I'd been spending time alone, and at times with Rihmeek when I had places to be.

I felt her before I heard the heel of her work boots outside of the door. Quickly, I removed my hand and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes and carefully placed my hot tea on the one of many drink coasters in front of me.

Her keys fell into the bowl, she didn't say anything as she advanced toward me.

"Why are you stressing?" Her silhouette moved closer.

The remedy was working, slowly but surely. My vision went from being none to me being able to decipher mass filled figures. Still, no colors, just heavy shadows....and I was okay with that. I dreamt of Beyoncé often enough to have multiple photos of her etched in my mind.

"Feels like we're never going to get a break, Onika. I'm getting old as hell, I want to marry you, I want children with you! I want a job!"

"Baby, you have your own business, you have millions piled up that have been collecting dust for years. You don't have to work. Secondly, we have all the time in the world to get married, that's not a rush for me. As long as I have you, I'm well."

She smelled like work, as if she hopped on the plane and came straight to me. It didn't smell bad at all, the work musk only made me crave her more.

"Come," I demanded softly.

My crossed legs were uncrossed in a matter of seconds, her body pushed against mine, and she was back home again. I chuckled when she placed me on my back and settled between my legs.

I missed her.

"I've been missing you, Nika," she confessed sweetly. My stomach was airy, queasy with excitement like a it was every time we had our sweet times with one another.

"Not more than I was missing you," I felt her smile. Her lips softly descending upon mine, I opened my legs wider and ran my hair through her dark hair. She informed me of the changed of color upon her release from the force, I smiled sadly and only wished I could see her sexiness.

"I stink, baby," she chuckled between our petty pecks. I shook my head in the negative, not wanting to let her go from my needy hold.

"You smell like my woman."