Part 7

The two made their way to Ryan's apartment to pick up her roommates so Beyoncé could take them out to dinner.

Beyoncé wanted to spend some time with her daughter and also get to know the roommates she was around all of the time — well her other roommates. After their phone call on Saturday, she didn't want Brooklyn to start wondering where she was spending all of her time while she was in town. And she also wanted Brooke to know that she was making an effort. Things were better between them now but Beyoncé didn't want to mess that up.

The four girls fit into the car comfortably, Brooklyn sitting up front as she told her mom all about college life and some of the drama that was going on. These two girls had been trying to bully Justine but the other three had all shown up threatening to jump the girls if they kept talking shit.

Beyoncé raised a brow listening to the story.

"We weren't actually gonna fight them," Brooklyn said quickly noticing the look on her mom's face. She wasn't trying to hear about violence not being the answer.

Ryan scoffed. Yes the fuck they were.

Beyoncé caught both these reactions tucking them away in her mind for safe keeping. They both had such different personalities.

The conversation moved on by the time they got to the restaurant, taking their seats. Once again, Ryan didn't know what she wanted to eat as she looked over the menu tucking her lips between her teeth. It was a mostly seafood based restaurant and far fancier than any place she'd ever been to.

If she'd known it would be like this she would've dressed up. But clearly Beyoncé didn't care and neither did Brooklyn. They were used to this stuff. Though she spotted Zendaya looking around, with the same awe in her eyes and they shared a "wtf" look between them as the pianist in the corner played Mozarts fourth symphony.

"What you getting?" She asked Justine, who was sat next to her. On her other side was Brooklyn who she was sitting next to her mom. Thankfully Ryan wasn't sat near Beyoncé. After earlier, Ryan knew that sitting with Beyoncé would only stress her out even more.

Especially considering how Beyoncé liked to tease her. She could still feel her fingers inside of her, those nails delicately stroking her insides.

Justine shrugged in response to her question and Ryan felt a rush of nerves fill her body. She was worried about trying something new in case she didn't like it. But she didn't want to be basic and get something simple like fries when they were at such a lavish restaurant.

"Yall ready to order?" Beyoncé asked. Her voice was different now, more relaxed like Ryan was used to. She hadn't noticed before but Beyoncé definitely had a 'teacher' voice that she used in class. How cute.

Everybody nodded and said yeah, except Ryan who was still looking at the menu trying to decide.

Everyone looked at her as her mouth went dry. "I... um-" she felt her anxiety coming back up, worried she was holding everyone up. None of these people made her nervous — not in that way — but she couldn't help feeling embarrassed. Especially when everyone was looking at her.

"Ry," Brooklyn said trying to get her out of her head. "Just get what I'm getting"

Ryan shrugged and nodded. Yeah she'd do that. That made sense. That was a good idea. "What are you getting?"

Before Brooklyn could answer, a waiter had appeared taking everyone's order pausing at Ryan who suddenly couldn't think. What Brooklyn was getting sounded disgusting. Escargot? Seriously?

"Get the oysters honey, I think you'll like them," Beyoncé resisted the urge to smirk and instead looked down handing her menu to the waiter. Ryan did as told ordering the oysters baked with butter, herbs, and breadcrumbs. Beyoncé was right. That did sound good. Innuendo aside.

The conversation continued and Ryan mostly focused on her food. She was unable to see much of Beyoncé from her position which she was grateful for as she wasn't sure she could trust herself with looking at her for the entire meal. That woman was too much sometimes, always flirting and looking at Ryan like that.

Brooklyn made plans to spend Tuesday with her mom and Ryan couldn't help the pit of jealousy in her stomach. Beyoncé was basically just a sneaky link but here Ryan was feeling jealous of her child. She needed to stop.

"When's your flight?" Someone finally asked and Ryan's head swivelled awaiting the answer. She hoped it wasn't soon. She wanted at least another weekend with her.

"It's on Wednesday," Beyoncé responded simply and Ryan's heart sank.

How was she supposed to go back to her regular college life now? She'd experienced so much in just a few days.

————————[A/N]Noooooooooo Beyoncé's leaving.

Short chapter but I needed to set things up for the next chapter so...

Anyways how would you react if you were Brooke and found out your mom was sleeping with your friend? I'm tryna figure out how to make her act when/if she finds out