Part 51

Beyoncé was smart enough to know when something frustrated her. And lately that something was her daughter. Brooklyn had been in her home for a month now.

She'd started to nest, getting ready for the baby asking her mom which room she could give the baby and turning it into a nursery for him. She thought about going out and buying a crib and other supplies but then she just decided to order them online instead. Levi came every weekend to help her set things up, actually building the crib himself even when Brooke had wanted to get a someone to do it.

Beyoncé sighed watching the house fill up and transform before her eyes. Levi was a sweet boy, she didn't have an issue with him. She wanted to blame him for her daughters pregnancy. But she couldn't really be mad at him when Brooke could've got a simple procedure.

Beyoncé hadn't listened when people told her that she was spoiling her kid. She thought they didn't want Brooke to have nice things, thought they were being dramatic and projecting their insecurities onto her baby.

She thought she was teaching Brooke perspective and that she had educated her enough to not be entitled. However, Brooke seemed to go through life without a thought about money. She called her parents and they gave it to her, letting her spend it as she pleased.

But Beyoncé hadn't been doing that lately. Though when she said no, Brooke just asked her dad.

Brooke seemed to do whatever she wanted and that had never bothered Beyoncé until now. This was her house. She'd gotten so used to it without Brooke, without all this baby clutter and crap she was sure would be thrown away in a year. It was her home and she liked it that way. Brooke had even rehired the cleaners and Beyoncé hated it.

She didn't say anything though. Instead she sat, doing her daughter's hair, because Brooke "didn't want some girl off instagram messing them up." So she braided, picking up the strands of hair, twisting them around each other and dropping them one by one.

She hadn't done Brooke's hair in months because she usually did trust the "girls off instagram" to do it. But apparently not today. Not when the baby was imminent and she was waddling around the house with her feet all swollen.

The nursery she'd set up was actually quite nice. Neutral colours with baby posters and some stuffed toys and a mobile. All the soft toys were of different desserts, things like cakes and croissants and cinnamon rolls with eyes.

Beyoncé thought it was sweet and she wished she could be happier about it.

When she finished Brooklyns hair, she went upstairs to get some space. She put on some music, hoping it would distract her but all she heard was love songs and loneliness really was such a sad affair.

Ryan hadn't called and Beyoncé was trying her best to give her the space she'd asked for. But, she hated it. She tried to busy herself as she usually did but this was different. Brooke was in her home now and it was just a constant reminder that Ryan wasn't there.

So she ended up calling Ryan who finally answered on the eighth ring.

"Don't you remember you told me you loved me baby?" Beyoncé tilted her head. It was song lyrics but Luther Vandross was before Ryan's time so she probably wouldn't recognise them.

"Beyoncé did you call me for a reason?" Ryan asked, rolling her cute little eyes.

"I miss you honey," Beyoncé pouted.

Ryan groaned but a smile tickled her lips, "I miss you too."

"So come home."

"Home?"

"Mhm, you said you'd think about moving in." Her head tilted as she waited for the reply.

"Beyoncé..." she rolled her eyes. She said she'd think about coming for summer, not moving in.

"I miss you."

Ryan smiled, "I know, call me tomorrow."

Ryan hung up. She'd been hot and cold like that lately, as if she was fighting herself not to give in. But Beyoncé could tell she wanted to. And so she called every day after work. And on weekends like this one.

Peaches: imagine how intense it would be to hold me right now

Ryan: stop you're gonna make me horny and miss you

Ryan had Beyoncé on her mind all the time. She ruminated over whether she should go. Even just for a visit or for a couple of days. It had been over a month and she missed her too. It was different now that Beyoncé had admitted she was in love. She was more open now, even more attentive.

Ryan also couldn't believe either of them had gone so long without sex. Of course, they'd sexted since that night and made each other cum over the phone but they hadn't physically been together.

When she was with Beyoncé, it was so intense and passionate, she almost didn't believe it was real. As if Beyoncé was just playing with her and she would be telling her sike in a month's time.

Peaches: good, I want you back

Ryan: Bey... I need space

Peaches: come get space at home

Ryan: 🙄Ryan: what about Brooke?

Peaches: She's too busy being pregnant and covering up my plug sockets

Ryan: i didn't even tell you what she did

Peaches: What did she do?

Ryan: dw you'll just get more mad at her

Peaches: Oh God... Peaches: You know she made me do her hair today

Ryan: you can do hair??

Peaches: I can do everything 😎

Ryan: whatever...

Ryan: help me figure out what i should do then

Peaches: What do you mean?

Ryan: i wanna come stay with you but im still mad at youRyan: i feel like you cheated on me

Peaches: Oh honey, I didn't know you felt like that. I know how bad that feels, I would never do that to you

Ryan: obviously youre gonna say that

Peaches: Baby, I don't know what else to say but I wouldn't cheat on you honey. I love you too muchPeaches: Tell me how I can make it up to you honey

Beyoncé wanted to hug her. She felt so guilty. She wasn't a cheater but she could understand why Ryan might feel like that. Especially with this being her first real relationship. She didn't mean to use the age thing but she was older and had more experience with the complications of love. No she shouldn't have kissed Kelly but she also wasn't cheating by doing so.

Ryan: idkRyan: i just have to get over it i guess

Peaches: Ask me anything you want to know about it

Ryan settled in under her bedcovers. The room was dark and she was alone.

Ryan: why did you kiss her

Peaches: I think I felt bad. We were best friends and I hurt her really badly so I wanted her to know I didn't hurt her intentionally. I think being close was just my way of showing her that I still had love for her. Not in love with her. I just care about her.Peaches: But that's not an excuse so I'm sorry honey

Ryan: is that how you feel about brookes dad?

Peaches: Absolutely not. I wish he'd fall off a cliffPeaches: He's also legally not allowed to approach me for the next 2 years

Ryan: but what if he was to start being normal and apologise for whatever made you guys break up in the first place

Peaches: Honey there's nothing that man could say or do to ever make me want him back

Ryan: what about anyone else...

Peaches: There is no one else. Just you

Ryan: what about other exes

Peaches: There's none that matter

Ryan: but they exist??

Peaches: Have I been in other relationships? Yes but none of them lasted any more than 3 months unless you count my high school boyfriend who I completely forgot existed until just now

Ryan: tell me about him

Peaches: His name was Lyndell. We were both 15 and in Mr Smiths calculus class. He knew I liked skittles so he always bought me a packet. He was sweet but Kelly didn't like him so I broke up with him and we became friends

Ryan: which skittles

Peaches: Green packetPeaches: I like the pink ones

Ryan: you wanna be me so bad

Peaches: They're the best ones

Ryan: copycat... anyways im finna gts

Peaches: What does that mean?

Ryan rolled her eyes. Beyoncé was so damn cute.

———————————————[A/N]Thoughts? Mini update. Any baby name ideas?

Ryan feeling like Bey cheated?

Anyways I was going through old chapters and I realised I really don't reply to yall enough so does anyone have any questions for me? I'll answer anything (within reason don't be asking for my card details)