Her, too.

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

June 28, 2014

Lying down in the bed, Shawn watched as Bey continuously walked back and forth in and out of the room. Today was a big day for her, and she couldn't settle down. She'd been up since six this morning trying to figure out what to do with her hair. Should she go with or without makeup? Skirt or pants? Black or grey? Heels or flats?

Today was the beginning of her four month home study with the adoption agency. For four months, she'd be going through evaluation basically to see if she was a good candidate to even have a child in her home. Shawn wasn't worried about it, because he had faith in Beyoncé. He'd watched her with his own child, so he knew better than most that she'd make an excellent parent.

"Babe," Bey called out from the walk in closet. She was on her third outfit since taking a shower. Shawn didn't understand why she continued to change, but he couldn't say anything.

Removing his body from the bed, he walked into the lit closet and looked around briefly before his eyes traveled to her form.

"You like it?" She asked him with her hands on her hips.

She had changed into a white blouse with a beige cotton blend skirt from Derek Lam featuring a contrast black and green striped pattern. She was also wearing a black suede jacket and black booties.

"Yeah, you look beautiful. Are you keeping this outfit this time?"

Bey laughed softly. "I guess so. I don't feel like changing anymore. How should I wear my hair?"

Shawn threw his hands up in surrender. He didn't know what to tell her with that one. Her hair was beautiful regardless of how she decided to wear it. He followed her to the bathroom, and stood in the door. He watched as she began plugging her flat iron up.

"So what time is this happening again?"

"In an hour. So you need to be gone by then."

Shawn laughed. "Well then. Why are you so nervous?"

Bey bit down on her bottom lip. "You've seen me prep. I've seen me prep, everybody has. It's different when it's a stranger that had to judge whether you're suitable to be a mother. No one else had to be judged on that factor. All they had to do was have sex and get pregnant."

"Well...you could've.."

"But I didn't want to," she responded immediately. Her stance on giving birth hadn't changed one bit. She still wanted to adopt a child no matter what.

Shawn decided to not bother with a response. He was thankful that her phone started ringing.

"Can you please tell me who that is?" Bey asked as she started flat ironing her blonde hair.

Shawn left the doorway and went to retrieve her iPhone from the black nightstand that sat next to her bed.

"Solange," he answered.

"Speakerphone."

Shawn put her on speakerphone and went back to Bey with the phone in his hand.

"Hey, Solange," Bey said happily.

"Hey girl! Have you had the meeting yet?"

"Nope. It's in less than an hour."

"Oh. You find an outfit?"

"After several changes, yes. Shawn wasn't any help."

"Shawn and help don't even belong in the same sentence," Solange responded nonchalantly, causing Bey to laugh.