Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love.
Beyonce POV
"Mommmm" I sighed hearing one of my bad a** offsprings.
"MAMA!"
"Ughh" I got up and brushed my teeth.
Afterward I brushed my hair a bit then went to the toilet to release my bladder and of corse Rumi and Blue came in the bathroom and sat by the sink. Cant get no privacy!
"Mom can we have a family day and get in the pool and have a cookout"
"Yea just tell ya aunts"
"K" rumi left.
"You know what else would be cool"
"What do you want Blue"
"I just want my.. Kayla to come ov-"
"Nope"
"Whyyy mom please you never let me do anything it's not like I can get pregnant"
"Don't Kayla do drugs"
"No! She just have a cart"
"Nope"
"Mommm it's literally flavored air that ain't never hurt nobody"
"No plus y'all gon be fighting in my house ion got time blue"
"Nooo I promise we won't mom pleaseeeeee you're ruining my life"
"Oh girl"
"Mommm we won't do anything I swear"
"No kissing no touching no fighting and no drugs i don't care if it's flavored air or not"
"Ok I promise"
"Blue lemme find out you did ANY OF THOSE THINGS ima turn ya a** every way but loose"
"Ok thanks mama"
I blew my breath knowing any child dont listen for sh*t. I went in my closet to pick out a cute outfit and went downstairs, I hugged mimi but only because I was tryna see what she was cooking.
"Uh uhn you ain't slick!" Mimi popped me, I laughed.
"What I just wanna hug my bestie"
"Nope you wanna see what we cooking and it ain't a d*mn thing!"
"Well when ya gon start"
"The kids just told us!"
"Oh yea"
I walked over to Kelly and gave her hug and maybe even rubbed on her a little. When we pulled apart I just kinda stared at her lips until mimi cleared her throat.
"Ok..."
We quickly moved apart, it's so weird lately Kelly been more comforting than usual and she been looking good. Too good. But anyways I helped them make the burgers, hotdogs, beans, corn, and wings and by help I mean be their personal taste tester, crack some jokes, sang some songs. You know entertain them.
