10 years post-FOUND II
Beyoncé
The Carter Residence— LA
4:23PM
"Jay, stop eating the damn chocolate chips out of the bag like I don't see you. You're about to be kicked out of the kitchen," I frowned, smacking my hard-headed ass husband with the rag resting on my shoulder. "It's not like you're helping anyway. You're worse than your teenage daughter."
Jay just laughed and moved away from the island. He started walking towards me and I just shook my head, holding my hand up to create some distance. "No, stop. I don't have time for games right now, everyone is on their way and I still have two pies to put in the oven," I sighed. I dropped the rag onto the counter and rubbed my temples, trying to relieve some pressure.
Fuck, I always forget how stressful these dinners can be.
"Bey, it ain't even that serious," Jay chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and peppering kisses across my head. I silently groaned and dropped my forehead against his shoulder. "You act like these kids can't wait an extra thirty minutes for some food— hell, not even kids. Them grown ass adults can wait."
"Shut up," I laughed, gently punching Jay's chest. He pretended to be hurt and I rolled my eyes, pushing him away for real. "Don't talk about my babies like that. They'll always be my babies," I said seriously. Then, realizing what I'd said, a small smile crept onto my lips and I started singing—
You'll always be a part of me
I'm part of you indefinitely
Boy don't you know you can't escape me
Jay suddenly joined in and grabbed my arm to twirl me around. I complied while laughing, because we all know his ass cannot sing to save a life.
Oh darlin' 'cause you'll always be my baby
"You always gonna be my baby Bey?" Jay smirked, pulling me closer by the belt loop on my jeans.
I just rolled my eyes. "Nigga, please."
I couldn't help grinning as I said it, and of course he took that as his cue to act a fool. I shrieked and nearly fell on my ass as he picked me up, before quickly wrapping my legs around his waist. Laughing hysterically, I smacked his chest again, "Okay now, quit playing before you mess around and break a bone old man."
Jay chuckled and smacked me back on my lower regions. "Your ass ain't even that fat to be breaking bones."
A lie.
"Oh really? That's not what you were saying last night when—" I was interrupted by Jay's aggressive ass lips and had to tighten my arms around his neck to brace myself.
You see why I don't like him lingering in the kitchen when I'm cooking? I can't get shit done when he wants to have a make-out session like we're some damn teenagers. This man is pushing sixty with a sex drive of a sixteen year old.
"Oh my God! In the middle of the kitchen? Really?"
I reluctantly broke away from Jay to see Brooklyn walking into the room. She had her father's scowl resting on her face and aggressively held up her hand as she passed by us.
"You guys are old and this is gross, seriously," She muttered, grabbing a water from the fridge with one eye closed. "Get a room or something."
