Part 30

Ryan's weekend had been a dream. She was still floating when she got home from the airport. Leaving Beyoncé had been the hardest part of it all. They'd stood outside kissing and holding hands until finally, Beyoncé had to tell her to catch her flight. Ryan pulled away reluctantly before Beyoncé grabbed her and told her how much she was going to miss her and to call her when she landed. Ryan let her lips fall into Beyoncé's before they finally pulled away from each other and Ryan raced to the terminal just in time.

When Ryan got home, the apartment was quiet. Justine and Zendaya weren't home but Brooke was on the couch with a blanket over her and the tv on, though it didn't seem like she was paying much attention to it. "Hey," she said after putting her bags down.

"Hi," Brooklyn sighed, waking herself up. She had been annoying everyone lately. She'd left her stuff all over the apartment, and she was barely holding a conversation past small talk. She mostly just stayed in bed and only got up for class or to watch tv on the couch.

"You good?"

"Ryan," she rolled her eyes. "Please stop asking me that."

"Alright..." Ryan reached for the remote to change the channel.

"Sorry," Brooke sighed. "I just... don't wanna talk about it." She bit the inside of her mouth, picking at her braids which needed to be redone.

"Alright, did you eat yet?" Ryan was about to get food for herself. Brooke shrugged which obviously meant no. "Sushi or chicken, pick one?" She asked.

Brookes eyes lit up but then she touched her stomach. "Uh chicken. Let's get Popeyes."

"Cool," Ryan pulled it up on her phone. "You want anything else?"

Brooke nodded. "Uh get me the apple pie." If she couldn't eat sushi at least she could eat desserts. Justine walked in just as Ryan was ordering and Ryan handed her the phone to pick out what she wanted.

A text sounded and Justine's eyes grew wide looking at the screen in shock. Ryan immediately snatched the phone from her. She should've put it on do not disturb.

"Damn ry that was..."

Ryan just cringed inside. She had no idea what the text even said or who it was from and she couldn't bring herself to look at the screen yet. With any luck it was from someone else and it wasn't anything nasty.

"Well you're definitely fucking someone," Justine looked genuinely traumatised when she looked at her and Ryan frowned. What the fuck did the text say?

Brooke perked up a little at that, curious. "What was it?"  She asked being nosy.

"Someone called 'peaches' I don't even wanna know what kind of nasty nickname that is."

"Oh my god," Ryan whispered to herself.

Justine didn't say much, just kept looking at Ryan like she was in shock. It couldn't have been that bad, right?

"Do you want anything else?" She asked trying to change the subject.

Justine shook her head and Ryan hit the order button.

"Can yall get the door when it comes? I'm gonna shower" Ryan asked looking at the two settled on the couch, Justine still looking like she'd seen a ghost.

They both nodded silently, Brooke because she wasn't talking much anyway and Justine because she was still thinking about that message.

Peaches: I just came so hard thinking about how good you taste. You have to stop doing this to me babygirl, it's getting excessive

Ryan read it and tucked her lips in. She replied asking Beyoncé to send her a video next time. She didn't actually expect her to but she wanted to see what Beyoncé would say. She took a quick shower and came back to see her roommates in basically the same position, with the tv still on and food on their laps.

"Okay what's going on with you two? Brooke you've been in a mood all week and Justine you're acting like somebody slapped you."

"Nothing," Brooklyn sighed. "I don't wanna talk about it."

Ryan rolled her eyes trying to respect whatever Brooke was going through. She felt distant but she was still her friend at the end of the day.

Justine looked up. It was her turn to answer now. "I just... that text... damn Ryan..."

"Okay it was kinda explicit but it's not that deep." Beyoncé had said so much worse over text before. This was nothing compared to the rest of it and honestly why did Justine even care?

"Oh it's not that..." Justine sighed. "It's just that... all of yall are having sex."

Brooke let out a bitter laugh and Ryan shrugged. "So?"

"I just feel like I'm behind... because I've never done it." She swallowed.

"Oh" Ryan tried not to sound as shocked as she was. She didn't mean to assume but she was surprised. Though, come to think of it, Justine was never really talking to anyone in that way. She was friendly but never really flirty. And she always avoided talking about herself by being so interested in everyone else.

Justine shrugged.

Ryan looked over. "Well you're not missing much," she said trying to comfort her.

Justine sighed, "it doesn't really sound like that." She said thinking back to the message. It was really nasty to think about but she wondered what it felt like to have someone be that attracted to her.

"Well yeah it's good when it's good but I don't know, it's really not all that serious a lot of the time."

Justine shrugged again, "not like I'd know."

Brooke wanted to say something but she was silent when Ryan asked. "Why don't you just do it then?"

Justine rubbed the back of her head. "No one really likes me." She admitted awkwardly. She was still the girl who got bullied in first semester. That doesn't disappear just because they stopped picking on her, after they realised she had people who'd defend her.

They both looked at her like she was crazy. "What?"

"People like you, you just curve them."

She shook her head, "the guys that approach me look like they snuck out of hell. And they all just wanna have sex and... well yeah."

"A lot of guys are trash," Brooke agreed.

"Aw you wanna be in love then?" Ryan asked.

"That would be nice but not necessarily. I kinda just wanna do it to see what it's like at this point."

"If you do that make sure you use protection," Brooke said. "And don't let him call you a slut."

"See that's the thing, I wanna trust the person not to do that. I just haven't met anyone who's actually a decent person and also wants to have sex with me." She admitted.

"I mean even if you trust them now what's to say you'll still like them later?" Brooke said, remembering her own first time. She still felt so ashamed about that.

"No I understand, you want the memory itself to be nice. You never know how you're gonna feel later but you don't wanna be mad at yourself for sleeping with someone you knew was a bad idea from the beginning," Ryan said. Was that going to be how she felt about Beyoncé at some point? Beyoncé hadn't ever been a good idea of someone to sleep with. Yet Ryan did it anyway. Over and over again, letting that button between her thighs control her actions. But now they were dating so maybe it was a good thing.

"Right yeah," Justine agreed.

Brooke raised her left eyebrow, "but still you can't really control that. You can never know enough about a person to say if they're really trustworthy. You'll always find something later to be like "I should've known," when you really couldn't have because men are trash," Brooke added.

"True, but you'll never know if you don't give anyone a chance." Ryan said and Brooklyn toyed with the blanket.

She still hadn't told anyone else she was pregnant, not even the person whose child she might be carrying. She was afraid of the reactions, afraid of what they'd say. Besides, she could do things on her own. It's not like she needed support or help from anyone.

"Alright I feel like this conversation isn't about me anymore," Justine laughed.

"Girl whatever. We're just using our experiences to help you."

"I think I'm just gonna wait for the right person or the right time or whatever," she shrugged.

"Yeah don't be a hoe like Brooke," Ryan laughed.

"I'm the hoe but you won't even say who you're fucking cuz it's that bad? Fuck you Ryan."

"I was literally just playing girl what?"

"I don't care. Play with somebody else," her nostrils flared and Ryan got up rolling her eyes.

"I'm too tired for your mood swings today. You owe me $20," Ryan went to her room, she was exhausted anyway.

Whatever was going on with Brooklyn was making her annoying as fuck. She'd been making comments like this all week and they had been letting them slide not wanting to start something but Ryan couldn't be bothered today. She still wanted to live in the reverie of her weekend with Beyoncé.

Peaches: I'll show you next weekend honey

Ryan was glad Beyoncé was back on the weekend. Maybe she could fix whatever was wrong with her stupid ass kid because it was starting to really piss her off. But Ryan didn't want to think about that. She just wanted to talk to Beyoncé.

Ryan: can't wait. i miss u

Peaches: I miss you too & honestly so does my pussy

Ryan: me too bae. i wanna be fucked so bad 😩

Peaches: My sweet girl, I'm not letting you up next time

Ryan: please don't mama 🥵

Peaches: Ryan baby...

Ryan: yh? i still have to show you my gift

Peaches: It's driving me crazy trying to think of what that is!

Ryan: guess

Peaches: You're just going to call me 'freaked out' again. It's probably not even something sexy

Ryan: u dont think im sexy??

Peaches: I always think you're sexy. That's the problem.Peaches: That's why I'm getting wet right now thinking about you

Ryan: stopppp now im thinking about how good you taste

Peaches: Oh my God I just remembered how you licked me up last time. You're such a good girl for me baby

Ryan: ill be whatever you want me to be mama

Beyoncé dug her teeth into her lips. Ryan made her horny beyond belief. It was like she couldn't think straight. Her mind filled with images of Ryan, memories of her, even her mouth watered as she thought of her.

Peaches: You're making me horny again, I can't wait to taste you again babygirl

Ryan shuddered. Beyoncé always spoke about tasting her and how good she tasted. She made Ryan's pussy sound like it was a delicacy or something.

Ryan: youre making ME horny. i can't be horny rn

Peaches: You started it. Now mamas dripping wet and it's all your fault

Ryan: fuck Ryan: *screenshot of flights*

Peaches: I don't think you'll make it in time. I'm so wet honey

Ryan: wait for me 😭 i dont want you cumming without me

Peaches: I'll see you on the weekend honey 😉. Get some sleep ok?

Ryan: you're such a tease

Peaches: I thought you liked it when I teased you

Ryan: not when youre 10000000 miles away

Beyoncé rolled her eyes, smiling. If she kept texting she was really going to have to put a towel down.

Peaches: Goodnight beautiful

Ryan: night bae 🥰🥰

Ryan went to sleep and woke up for another day of college. The day went just like any other but Levi did ask her about Brooke, who had apparently ghosted him. She shrugged. Brooke was being weird with everyone then.

When she got home the girls were playing Never Have I Ever. Chloe was there too, snuggled into Zendaya closely. She was quieter than usual but she was playing and Brooke was sipping on juice instead of alcohol, claiming she had an early class.

They were all having fun until Zendaya said "never have I ever had a pregnancy scare."

Brooke felt like the air had been knocked out of her. She watched Ryan roll her eyes and take a sip of her drink but Brooke played it off just yawning.

"I'm going to bed y'all," Brooke shrugged. No one really thought much of it since she was still in her weird mood and they were honestly surprised that she was even playing.

Beyoncé and Ryan had got into something of a routine. Beyoncé got to her hotel earlier than usual and she got Ryan an uber the second she got out of class. Her roommates were starting to notice how rare it was that she was home nowadays but they'd pretty much accepted that she was sleeping with someone and that wouldn't say who it was.

So it was jokes about the girl being ugly or someone that Ryan was ashamed of. Little did they know, it was the exact opposite. Ryan was desperate to show Beyoncé off. She would've loved to tell them all about her and how sexy she was, how good to her she was. Beyoncé was something out of a dream. But, Beyoncé asked her to wait on telling anyone, and she could do that for her.

"Hold on baby," Beyoncé said as Ryan closed the hotel room door behind her. She had her glasses on, her fingers typing away fast on the keyboard.

Ryan walked over to see what she was doing and her brows raised curiously. "You're reporting it?" She asked glancing over at the flowers in the trash can. Again?

"Yeah, I'm getting really sick of it. I think he does it to intimidate me. Hopefully, at least the threat of a restraining order will scare him off."

Shawn had sent a bouquet to the hotel and she'd finally had enough. He'd also shown up at her door twice according to her ring cam. Thankfully, she hadn't been home when he'd shown up but now he was sending roses to a hotel she hadn't even told Brooklyn her room number to. It was getting creepy and she hated how out of control it made her feel.

There was also the risk of him finding out about Ryan before she'd said anything to Brooke. That would probably wreck their relationship for good if Brooke found out from anyone else. And Beyoncé really didn't want to take that risk.

Shawn telling Brooke that he missed her was bad enough. It was manipulative and Brooke wasn't a fucking messaging system. She was their daughter, who had enough on her plate and didn't need to be thinking about if mommy and daddy were getting back together, because they weren't.

They were divorced and that was it. Did he think she'd chosen to divorce her husband of twenty years lightly? She didn't love him. She didn't even like him. There was no logical reason to be with him and it was like he just wanted her to disregard her feelings just to satisfy his selfish desires.

Ryan placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm proud of you Bey," she said stroking her fingers over her skin.

Beyoncé chuckled, kissing the back of her hand before she went back to typing. She finished up typing the email and then she leaned back. Ryan didn't say anything, just waited for her to press send which she didn't do.

"I'm gonna send it on Monday. I want to speak to my lawyer before he gets all of this in one crazy long email," she explained.

Ryan nodded even though she thought she should just send it.

"We're wasting time," Beyoncé said closing the laptop and moving to the bed. "Come here baby, I've been dreaming of you all week."

Ryan took her time getting closer to Beyoncé. She wanted her, needed her even. But there was something she loved about Beyoncé when she wasn't the one with all the power. It was her turn now. She got closer to her slowly, watching the frustration start to build. It was teasing at its slowest, and Ryan took a seat beside her instead of on top of her.

So Beyonce rolled her eyes and climbed on top of the younger one.

"Ry?" the older one leaned in but Ryan's lips ghosted her own. Her mouth fell open as Ryan breathed against her, temptingly. Ryan slid off her glasses, placing them on the bedside table while they both breathed in, knowing this was just a prequel to whatever was coming next.

This dynamic was doing things to Beyoncé, making her yearn in a way that she hadn't before. Ryan was smirking too, like she knew exactly what she was doing, like she planned to have Beyonce overthinking this whole exchange.

"You're so beautiful honey." She said taking in the girl beneath her. Her low eyes traced along Ryan's simply clad frame — a white t shirt and jeans. She'd come straight from college. But Beyoncé couldn't just kiss her now, then Ryan would know that she had won, that this was working. So she waited instead, just breathing her in.

Ryan tucked her lips, "thank you mama." She smirked again.

Beyoncé felt that familiar shiver between her thighs. She loved when Ryan called her that. She loved wondering what Ryan would do to her next.

Ryan's hands started to roam over the taller one's dress before reaching the skin on her thighs. Those beautiful thighs. Beyoncé slowly let her legs drift apart. She needed this contact if Ryan wasn't going to at least kiss her and pull her in close.

Then her hands stroked along her leg, feeling the warmth as she moved her hand higher, slowly pushing the fabric out of her way. And Beyoncé felt her inner thighs tremble. She was already so desperate for this.

Ryan's lips touched the corner of her mouth and Beyoncé just chuckled. Ryan wanted her desperate clearly, but she didn't have to know that it was working.

And then Ryans lips gently pulled her lower lip in. Beyoncé stifled a moan, letting her eyes close for a second. Before Ryan slowly moved onto her neck. Just slowly moving over her pressure points.

"Don't move," Ryan said stroking her legs and looking into up her eyes. She pushed her hands up her thighs feeling the warmth of Beyoncé's underwear.

Her fingers pressed against Beyoncé's clit above the underwear and she could feel the warmth and dampness on her panties. She rubbed slowly watching Beyoncé resist her natural urge to beg for more.

Beyoncé moaned softly, inching herself into Ryan's hand. Ryan could feel the wetness seep onto her fingers.

"You're so sexy," Ryan whispered. "But I told you don't move," she repeated firmly and watched Beyoncé roll her eyes.

She was starting to get desperate. "Sexy enough for you to fuck me?"

Ryan just chuckled and bit her lip again, continuing to play with Beyoncé above her underwear.

The older one groaned, her body naturally pushing into Ryan. She needed this. The teasing was too much. "Ryan..." her voice rumbled, rolling her head back in frustration.

The dark haired one just smirked at Beyoncé. She was on the edge, almost frustrated enough to ask for what she wanted.

"Come on baby," Beyoncé breathed against her rolling her hips, trying to be sexy. Trying to force Ryan's hand.

Ryan licked her lips and let out a short breath. She wanted Beyoncé, of course, but she desperately wanted to hear her beg.

"Please baby, don't you wanna make mama feel good?" Beyoncé tilted her head, voice more raspy this time, wrapped up in Ryan.

Ryan swallowed still moving slowly, not quite giving her what she wanted. She wasn't moving until Beyoncé was begging.

"I need you honey," Beyoncé begged. She could feel her pussy leaking now, dripping between her thighs and onto her panties. Ryan's hands were probably wet. The older one needed the teasing to be over.

"You want mommy to cum don't you?" Beyoncé rolled her hips giving her puppy dog eyes. "Please honey, make mama cum. I need you so bad. Please honey, please fuck me. I need you honey."

And that was it, Ryan swiped her underwear to the side. Their eyes met and Ryan plunged her fingers inside of the other woman.

"Ohhh," Beyoncé breathed into her mouth. Ryan knew exactly what she was doing. Her fingers curled and Beyoncé moaned.

"Like this?" Ryan asked slowly pushing into her, feeling her pussy swallow her.

"Uh huh," Beyoncé's lips fell open. "Just like that," she moaned as Ryan stroked over her spot.

Ryan could tell she needed this, needed to forget about everything going on, and just feel her fingers. She pushed in deeper and Beyoncé arched moaning into her.

"Just like that, baby," she moaned out. She was already so close. "Fuck! Don't stop..."

Her eyes rolled back as Ryan continued thrusting her fingers into her. "See what you do to me honey," she groaned knowing her wetness was slipping down Ryan's hand now.

Ryan rubbed her clit with her thumb. Beyoncé was practically soaking her now. She was drooling from between her thighs, so juicy and wet and Ryan loved it.

"Mamas gonna cum baby I'm so fucking close," Beyoncé rolled her hips into Ryan's fingers. "Mm kiss me."

Ryan leaned closer but they didn't touch yet. Their lips grazed each other and Beyoncé licked over her own mouth. Then Ryan sucked her tongue between her lips and Beyoncé's eyes rolled back.

She panted louder and then Ryan felt her walls contract around her fingers as she moaned louder.

Finally kissing her, Ryan pulled her fingers out. Then Beyoncé tugged Ryan closer to her. "Lie back baby" she said feeling overly energised.

Ryan did as told. She was so horny now after making Beyoncé cum. Watching her fall apart in her arms was the sexiest thing.

"Ryan..." Beyoncé bit her lip as she got up and pulled off Ryan's pants, "I want you to feel how wet you made me."

Ryan was left in just her underwear now, breathing heavy as her ass pressed up on the bed. She hummed absently as Beyoncé held her down.

"Please baby, can mommy cum again? I just wanna feel you, I want you to feel me."

Ryan didn't say anything, a little too dazed as she watched Beyoncé take off her underwear. A string of wetness clung to her thong as she pulled it down her legs.

Ryan wished she could've paid more attention, could've seen how Beyoncé's clit throbbed, could've watched her bra fall to the ground. But all she could do instead was hear her raspy voice.

"Mommy wants to feel you," she repeated, peeling off the last of Ryan's clothes.

"Please honey, mamas so damn wet for you," she bit her lip reaching between her thighs to touch herself. Then she dragged her fingers up to her lips tasting just how wet she was for the younger one. Ryan's eyes started to open again and she saw Beyoncé's lips closed around her fingers. "Honey?" Beyoncé asked, her eyes still low.

Ryan just nodded.

"Can mommy cum again? Please will you let me use you?"

Ryan nodded again and felt Beyoncés hands spread her legs open wide. Then the woman was on top of her, breasts full and her body fully on display. Her pussy rubbed against her leg, then her thigh, and then she was touching her clit with her own clit.

Ryan hissed in response as the older one started to grind on top of her rubbing their clits together. Then Beyoncé slid her fingers into Ryan's mouth. Ryan accepted, her teeth grazing over her fingers as she tasted Beyoncé, dripping wet and delicious. And her clit was throbbing as Beyoncé's touched her.

"You feel so good baby," Beyoncé moaned deep in her throat. Ryan wanted to say she felt good too. She felt amazing. Her hips moved to meet Beyoncé's thrusts, both their pussies wet as they kissed each other over and over again.

"Mamas so proud of you letting her fuck you like this."

Ryan whimpered. Beyoncé was so good at the talking, she could probably nut just from hearing her speak. Then her clit rubbed over Ryan's again and so all thoughts disappeared from her mind.

"Shit..." Ryan moaned. It was honestly a lot. But God, Beyoncé looked so needy, so desperate for her as she ground her hips into her.

"Mm this pussys so wet," Beyoncé groaned as her clit dug into Ryan. She threw her head back. "You're such a good girl," she whispered. Ryan groaned again.

The praise always did things to her. Then Beyoncé slipped a hand around Ryan's neck.

Ryan's eyes rolled back. What was even happening? "Mmm— Bey," she said feeling those hips rub hers and those hands on her neck.

Beyoncé continued rolling her hips, completely focused on Ryan and what she was doing. "Shit," Ryan moaned at the threat of those hands around her neck and what they would do. Her dark brows knitted together and Beyoncé groaned watching her. She looked so damn gorgeous, her lips falling open.

Beyoncé moved faster, Ryan gripping her hands to squeeze her tighter. Her breath caught in her lungs as Beyoncé started to choke her lightly.

"Oh god baby," Beyoncé moaned. "You're so fucking pretty."

Her clit throbbed watching Ryan get weaker beneath her. She was so gorgeous as her eyes fell closed, Ryan struggling to breathe through the pleasure.

"Mmm baby look at me," Beyoncé moaned.

"B-bey," Ryan moaned feeling her breathing hitch in her throat. She looked up once again.

"If you're good for me I'll let you cum baby," Beyoncé breathed with a smirk.

Ryan looked up at her nodding. She'd do anything Beyoncé asked. The older one's pussy pressed into hers hard and fast.

It felt amazing. She moaned quietly trying to savour the oxygen she had left as Beyoncé's hand tightened. She was completely at her mercy and she felt it with each thrust.

"Oh god..." she moaned, gasping for breath as the blonde one loosened up just for a second. Then her hand was back, and her breasts were bouncing as she dragged her clit over Ryan's.

"You're gonna make me cum Ry...." She could feel herself getting close.

"Me too mama, don't stop please don't stop."

Beyoncé bit down on her lip watching Ryan be beneath her. She was perfect, those juicy lips slightly parted, her eyes glazed over as she let Beyoncé have her way with her. "Fuck baby I'm not stopping." She breathed.

"Please m— please can I cum. Please mama, I'm so close" Ryan could feel it built up inside of her.

"Hold it," Beyoncé's grip on her neck tightened. She wanted them to cum at the same time.

Her clit throbbed and Ryan's did too, both dripping onto each other. She thrust her hips again. Ryans eyes slipped closed as she concentrated.

"Mmm—" Ryan's voice got stuck in her throat.

"Come on baby cum for me," Beyoncé moaned out, her clit flicking Ryan's. Both their eyes rolled back, legs twitching and liquid dripping between their legs. Beyoncé collapsed on top of her, both soaking each other and the bed in their juices and Ryan thought she might have been in love.

They napped for about an hour before Beyoncé wanted to take her out to dinner. She talked Ryan into dinner at a French restaurant which Ryan was unsure about since all she knew of French food was that they ate snails. But Beyoncé managed to tempt her with promises of walking out and getting chick-fil-a if she hated it.

"You're gonna have to tell her at some point." Ryan said glancing at Beyoncé who had just swerved down a side street after seeing a car that looked like Brooke's.

"I know," Beyoncé sighed, her mind still on that familiar car she'd seen. "I just want to be in control of how she finds out. I don't want her to see us out together and get upset and then it becomes a fight."

Ryan shrugged. "I get that babe but when are you gonna tell her?"

"Soon," her jaw bunched.

"When's soon?"

"I don't know Ryan, stop asking," Beyoncé groaned

"Sure," Ryan shrugged leaning back in her seat. She honestly didn't care whether Brooklyn knew or if she didn't. She just hated being restricted with what they could do or where they could go. Why were they even on this street?

"I will, you just have to be patient," she gripped the wheel a little tighter, looking around the mostly empty street as the car came to a stop. She needed a second to think. That could've been her daughter.

"Whatever you say Beyoncé," Ryan just rolled her eyes.

"I forget you're basically a child too," Beyoncé was over this conversation. She didn't have to do anything she didn't want to. And Ryan was acting like she had to tell her.

"Basically a child but you were just fucking me? Tell me how that works," Ryan flared her nostrils, folding her arms back against the seats.

"Ryan..." she grit her teeth.

"No. You wanna act like I'm the childish one but you can't even have a conversation with your own kid. You're a grown woman afraid of what she's gonna say. If I'm basically a child what does that make her yet you can't even speak up."

"It's not that simple—"

"It is though. You're scared she's gonna be mad at you but it's literally your life. Who cares what she thinks?"

"Ryan you don't—"

"Understand? Yeah I must be too young."

Beyoncé's jaw stiffened again. They sat for a couple of seconds longer,& in complete silence. Beyoncé didn't know how to respond to that. She had just called her a child and acted like she was being pushy for wanting answers. But her mind was on the fact that her daughter could've seen her.

"How do you feel about tapas?" Beyoncé asked changing the subject. They still had to eat even if Ryan wanted to be in a bad mood.

Ryan just shrugged, still pissed off, and Beyoncé started driving. It was in the opposite direction to the place they'd been going to, far enough away that hopefully if that was Brooke, she wouldn't be anywhere nearby.

The radio played dull in the background and Beyoncé kind of wished Ryan would put on her music like she'd done before but she didn't want to ask. When they got out of the car, Beyoncé tried to hold Ryan's hand but the younger one swatted her away.

Beyoncé just sighed and pushed open the door, holding it for Ryan, as they went inside.

"Table for two please, can we get a booth?" She asked with her classic polite smile that gave away nothing about the fight they'd just been having.

"Of course," the server led them to a booth with slightly dim lighting. It was romantic, definitely designed for couples.

Ryan picked up the menu straight away looking over it and trying to decide what she wanted. The least Beyoncé could do was get her food if she was going to act like this.

"Ryan..."

"What?" She snapped her head up already annoyed.

"Nothing," Beyoncé sighed, before the waitress came over and Beyoncé ordered for them both without even consulting Ryan. The other girl looked pissed but Beyoncé didn't care. She knew what Ryan liked at this point, and it wasn't hard to order her food.

They sat in silence for a little while, Ryan on her phone texting Coco, while Beyoncé just looked up at her with puppy dog eyes. Ryan thought about asking Coco for advice but she knew if she did that she'd end up walking out of the restaurant and she wasn't actually that mad at her. The food came over and they started eating before finally Beyoncé spoke again.

"Honey I'm sorry."

Ryan stopped eating and looked up at her expectantly. She raised her brows waiting for Beyoncé to finish apologising and explaining why she'd just acted like that.

"I was just frustrated. You're right I shouldn't be afraid to tell her, I just panicked because I know I have to talk to her and I was scared she could've seen us before I said anything."

Ryan started eating again, waiting for her to say more.

"And I shouldn't have called you a child, that was stupid. I was just taking my fears out on you."

Ryan kept her face blank trying to see if Beyoncé would say anything more.

"I'm sorry honey," she nibbled her lips. "I'll buy you loads of gifts and give you head to make it up to you?"

Ryan smirked, "in the car?"

"I'll climb under this table here if you want me to."

"Oh my god chill, all you had to say was sorry."

"I'm sorry honey," Beyoncé repeated, letting her hand stroke over Ryan's leg beneath the table.

"Okay, I'll stop asking you about it. I just hate how we can't make certain plans because of her. It feels like you don't wanna tell anyone."

"Oh honey..." Beyoncé's eyes softened. "I would tell everyone if it was that simple. I'm gonna tell her tomorrow when I see her okay?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah the longer I wait the worse I feel. I don't wanna keep feeling like I'm lying to her."

How would she even explain Ryan to Brooke? It had just happened? That sounded like bullshit. Brooke would probably be so mad at her. But eventually she'd calm down, after they spoke about it and she understood. Hopefully. Maybe. Probably not but who cares, at least she was being honest.

Beyoncé continued eating and watching Ryan eat. She really might have had a problem when it came to seeing her eat. It must've been her lips but she looked so damn pretty every time she ate, those plump lips wrapped around her fork, dragging food into her mouth.

They started talking about things, about nothing, about everything. It was a conversation neither of them were really invested in, just listening to each other speak was the best part.

Saturday came and Ryan went home and Beyoncé took Brooklyn out. But she still couldnt bring herself to say anything to her child. All Brooke wanted to talk about was how scared she was and how she still hadn't made up her mind. She was terrified of having a baby but she didn't want to do the wrong thing.

Beyoncé reminded her she still had a little bit of time to decide. She was about 7 weeks along now so she had a little bit of time before she legally wouldn't be allowed to terminate the pregnancy. Beyoncé still hoped she'd decide to get rid of the thing and tried to lead her there without telling her what to do.

On Sunday night, everyone was drinking again and Brooke was not in a good mood. She got back from hanging out with her mom again and it had made her feel even worse. Her hair had been taken out but not redone because they'd had an argument about Brooke not telling the father. Beyoncé said she needed to tell someone at least so she had another person to talk it through with. But Brooklyn wasn't ready to admit the truth.

And now her roommates were doing shots like they didn't have class in the morning. It wasn't fair that they could do whatever they wanted but she couldn't. She went straight to bed but Ryan followed behind her.

"Brooke what's going on? You've been acting like this for weeks."

Brooklyn just rolled her eyes. "Nothing."

"Your mom pissing you off again?" Ryan asked trying to be gentle but she was a little bit tipsy.

"None of your fucking business."

"Oh my god, forgive me for caring," she turned to leave.

Brooke rolled her eyes, "you want me to thank you for being annoying when I'm trying to sleep?"

"You're so fucking rude, you might as well just say what's going on with you instead of whatever this is."

"'Brooke what's wrong, Brooke come hang with us, Brooke what's up, Broke talk to me'" Brooklyn mocked her. "Ryan fuck off."

"Fuck you."

"Go fuck that bitch who won't claim you." Brooklyn rolled her eyes.

"She would claim me if her daughter wasn't such a spoilt little bitch."

"What?" Brooke's body heated up.

"Where you think I was on Friday night? Your mom was cumming on my face and you were calling her to cry on the phone."

—————[A/N]How's everyone doing? Hope you all have/had a good day idk what time you'll read this🥰

Extra long chapter. Thoughts?Brooke was being annoying. And then Ryan had that little argument with Bey. And Bey still didn't tell Brooke anything. And Shawn sending flowers again...