Part 31

Justine gasped and they all looked at each other. "Y'all heard that?" she asked Zendaya and Chloe.

"Oh shit" Zendaya gasped.

"Shush," Chloe whispered so they could hear the rest.

Everyone's eyes widened as they listened to them argue. They were all silent listening to Ryan and Brooke shout and go back and forth with each other. Chloe got closer to the door so she could hear better and they all exchanged glances as the two yelled at each other.

"Wait—" they each frowned.

And then Ryan said "Your mom was cumming on my face and you were calling her to cry on the phone."

"Oh my god""Shit""Woah?!"

They waited for Brooke's comeback, waited to hear what she was going to say. Whatever she said was going to be bad. Seconds passed and no one said anything.

Then they heard a clatter as a body slammed into the wall. Then there was the sound of fists against skin and they all rushed into the room.

"Oh shit," Zendaya jumped up and ran into the room, grabbing Brooke and pulling her off of Ryan and trying to hold them apart.

"You fucking bitch," Brooke screamed, trying to break free from her hold. The other two managed to push Ryan back, who gave up swinging really quickly. She wasn't trying to fight and she was still almost drunk.

"I'm gonna kill you." Brooke screamed fighting Zendayas arms to get to her.

"Do it," Ryan screamed back. "I still fucked your mom."

"You're a fucking liar. Zendaya let go of me," Brooke struggled against her and Chloe stepped in to hold her other side because she wouldn't let up.

"Stop! You all need to calm down," Zendayas hands remained in place trying to diffuse the situation, still in shock from what Ryan had just said.

"No cuz this bitch is talking shit about my mom—"

"Okay," Zendaya shoved her back into the wall. "I'm not gonna let you fight like this, Brooke don't let her get to you."

"I'm gonna fucking kill her—"

"Do it bitch," Ryan screeched. She was talking her shit now, mad she'd let Brooke punch her the way she had. Next time she wouldn't be caught off guard. Next time she'd win the fight.

"Ryan shut the fuck up," Zendaya groaned and Brooke continued to scream at her, thrashing against Zendaya.

Ryan didn't care. She was sick of Brooke acting like this. Everyone tried to help her and she was acting like they were wrong for that. "No she's always acting—"

"Shut uppp," Zendaya really didn't want them to fight. Brooke looked like she might actually kill Ryan if she kept talking. She'd never seen her so mad. She didn't even know Brooke was that strong.

"No—"

"Shut up Ryan," Justine yelled and Ryan actually slammed her mouth shut. Justine never yelled. She didn't even know that she could yell.

Justine then turned to Brooke and told her to go cool off since she was nearest to the door. Brooke frowned but left. She was still going to kill her when she got back. But she followed instructions, slamming the door and getting into her car.

"Ryan what the fuck?" They asked turning to her.

Ryan shrugged.

"What was that?"

"She's been pissing me off for weeks and no one ever says anything," she sighed.

"Okay but you say that?!"

Ryan shrugged again. She really hadn't thought about what exactly she was saying, she was just tipsy and Brooke was getting under her skin. And Beyoncé wasn't helping, because Brooke was still acting up. And Beyoncé hadn't told her shit despite the fact that she said she would.

"You good?" Zendaya asked.

Ryan wiped the blood from her mouth and nodded taking a breath. Brooke had got in a couple of good punches in before Ryan had a chance to react. She really hadn't fought back, being that she was tipsy and then Zendaya was in the room grabbing them both and shoving Brooke back against the wall.

Now that she thought about it though, maybe she shouldn't have said that. Oh god, Beyoncé was going to kill her.

Beyoncé woke up to see a million missed calls both from Brooke and from Ryan. And they wouldn't stop calling. She frowned since Brooke had just left before she fell asleep.

Ryan's contract was on the screen but she pressed the red button and called Brooklyn back since that was her baby.

"Hi Br—"

"Mom, are y... never mind I'm at your hotel. What room are you in?" Brookes mouth was still dry. That had to be a lie. It had to be. But she wasn't about to argue with Ryan so instead she'd slammed the door and got into her car.

Beyoncé frowned. What the hell was going on? "I'll come get you," she threw on a robe and went to find her daughter. When she found her, Brooke looked crazy. Her hair was a worse mess than before and she had on flip flops. Beyoncé frowned, maybe it was the pregnancy, she thought as they went upstairs in bitter silence.

The elevator hummed slowly moving between floors as Brooklyn bounced her leg impatiently. Beyoncé eyed her, wondering what this was about. Ryan had also called a lot. What was going on? Did she find out Brooke was pregnant or something? It really didn't need to be this dramatic. Why had they both been blowing up her phone?

The door opened and Brooklyn slammed it behind her. "Mom are you fucking my roommate?"

Beyoncé's eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me?"

All logic just flew out of the window. Nothing could've prepared her for that question. What the fuck had Ryan done? She was going to kill her.

"Mom..." Brooke folded her arms.

"Brooklyn what the hell are you talking about? And why are you cussing?"

"Mom, she said—"

"Who said? What are you talking about?" Beyoncé was not about to admit to shit. Especially not with Brooke in this state.

Brooklyn huffed. "Ryan, she said..." Brooklyn took in a breath. She had to calm down if she was going to come to her mom with this. Maybe Ryan was just a filthy liar like she thought. "She said that y'all were sleeping together. She said—" she paused unsure if she could even say those words around her mom.

Beyoncé knew she was going to lie but hearing it like that, being confronted like this made her feel sick. Her left hand was already ticking as it tucked into her pocket. "Brooklyn look at me, does that even make any sense to you? Isn't she the one that's in my study?" She asked, acting oblivious.

Brooke nodded, now she was crying. That had to be the pregnancy hormones. "W-why would she say that..."

"I don't know, were y'all arguing? What happened?" Beyoncé made her way over to comfort her child.

"Yeah she was mad cuz I didn't wanna hang out with them and we were arguing and then she just... said that you were— ugh it's so gross, she basically said yall were having sex when I was crying on the phone with you," Brooke looked like she was going to be sick.

Beyoncé bit the inside of her lip guiltily, before running a hand up through her curls. "Brooklyn, she just wanted to get under your skin. And look it's working."

"But how did she know I was crying?" Brooke asked.

Beyoncé gulped, "you've been crying a lot lately. She probably just made it up baby. She's obviously not okay."

"She's such a fucking bi—"

"Language!"

"I don't care mom, she literally said you were cumming on her face," Brooke made the most disgusted face she could muster. She felt sick at the thought.

Beyoncé felt her skin heat with rage. Ryan could've said it any other way but that was way too far. Why would she say that to her child? What the hell was wrong with her? "She's not exactly mentally stable is she," guilt flooded through her as she came up with reasons for Ryan to lie. "Wasn't she the one with the messed up parents?" Beyoncé asked going for the easy explanation.

"Uh yeah, they were here a couple months ago being weird."

"That's probably why she wants to make up crazy lies about other people's parents," Beyoncé added.

"But that's the thing," Brooke frowned. "Ryan doesn't lie like that. Like when she lies it's usually so obvious that she's lying. This was like..."

"Brooke, emotions were high and she's probably convinced herself in her messed up brain. And you're pregnant. Those hormones are all over the place."

"Yeah," Brooke wiped her eyes. She didn't know why she was even crying. She'd just been so mad. And something was off but she felt like that all of the time now. It probably was just the pregnancy. "Sorry mom."

"It's okay, I know you're stressed but don't ever talk to me like that again," Beyoncé warned. She was not about to tolerate disrespect even if she was lying through her teeth right now.

"Yes mom, I'm sorry," Brooke bit the inside of her lip. She really had sounded crazy come to think of it. Her mom would not do that. But that was Ryan's fault for saying something like that. Why would she lie like that? "Ugh I hate her."

"What did you say to her?"

Brooke was silent for a moment before she said, "I beat her ass."

Beyoncé raised a brow, looking at Brooke. She didn't look hurt or anything, "you did?"

"I mean the girls all ran in cuz they heard fighting but I definitely saw her bleeding."

Beyoncé bit down on the inside of her lip, unsure if she was proud of her daughter for winning this particular fight. She'd always told Brooke that fighting was bad but she was usually proud of her for defending herself when anyone was messing with her. But now she was mad that Ryan had put hands on her child. "You know how I feel about fighting."

Brooklyn shrugged. She didn't give a single fuck about that right now. She'd do it again. The second she got home, Ryan was going to get fucked up for real. Somebody had to go and it wasn't about to her.

"I guess you're staying the night then. You wanna get some pizza?" Beyoncé asked. Brooke nodded and Beyoncé went to get her phone which was still going off in her bedroom. It hung up the second she got to the phone and she thought about how lucky Ryan was as she typed out a text instead of picking up and cussing her out the way she was about to.

Peaches: don't contact me again.

She saw the messages apologising and trying to explain but she really didn't care. There was no way Ryan thought that was okay. She could've said anything else. Anything. Over something so stupid as well. Now she had to lie and gaslight her own child.

She deleted the whole text exchange and removed Ryan from her contacts before turning off her phone.

Beyoncé felt sick as she re-entered the living room area and saw Brooke looking at the flowers in the trash. "Who got you those?" She asked, lifting her feet up onto the couch.

Beyoncé's jaw got tight. "Your father," she sighed.

Brooke looked at her and Beyoncé knew what she was thinking. Neither of them said anything and Beyoncé sat beside her ordering them both pizza. When the food finally came, they took a minute to pray before they ate. It was something Brooke wanted to do lately, hoping she could get a sign that would help her figure out what to do in life.

She wasn't opposed to having an abortion. She just wanted it to be the right thing if that's what she was going to do.

Ryan stared at the text on her screen. She really had fucked up and she knew it. She knew it the moment that Brooke had walked out. The second her mind landed on Beyoncé. Brooklyns mother. The woman she'd been talking about.

But was it really that bad? She tried calling again and it went straight to voicemail.

Did Beyonce block her. Her texts went undelivered. She had sent so many apologies and explanations already. She continued to type more, hoping she could get through to her. They were supposed to be dating. But now Beyoncé wasn't responding and her messages weren't going through. She knew that she'd fucked up.

She got up and went to find her best friend because she couldn't hold it in anymore. Brooke already knew and so did her roommates, so why not tell her friend as well. Besides, Coco was the only one she trusted to actually talk this through with. She hadn't said much to her roommates, mostly shrugging as Justine wiped the blood from her mouth.

But there were tears on her face when Coco pulled her into her room.

"Shit? What happened Ry?"

"I did something. It wasn't bad. It just— you can't judge me. Please don't judge me." Ryan's eyes were darting around now as she stood in the doorway, and Coco sat on her bed.

"What did you do?" She frowned.

"Um..." Ryan swallowed looking down before she answered. "Brooklyns mom..."

"Huh?" Coco frowned before it all started to make sense in her mind. "Wait you were fucking her mom?"

Ryan nodded silently.

"How? What? Ryan huh?" Coco remembered some little details Ryan had told her about this woman she was having sex with. But Ryan hadn't really spoken about her, apart from saying how great the sex was. But this was not who she'd imagined. That was who had Ryan sprung like that?

Ryan started to explain everything, looking to see if Coco was still listening, whether she was judging her, whether she even wanted to hear her story. "... she's so fine, you've seen her?"

Coco nodded. She'd only seen her once when she was considering joining the study. From what she remembered, the woman was really pretty but Coco hadn't really been focused on that. Then again, Ryan did have a thing for older women.

Ryan continued to explain from the very beginning, telling her everything that had happened up to this point. She was crying just thinking about it. Beyoncé hadn't even spoken to her, just got mad and told her not to contact her again.

"Ugh come here Ryan," Coco pulled her into a hug. She couldn't even begin to process this.

"It was so good, she's everything Coco," Ryan tried to wipe her eyes. "She- she was supposed to tell Brooke about us but she didn't say anything. And then I just— and I was drinking it's not my fault. Brooke's such a spoilt little kid bro. I hate her. But her mom is so... UGH. She's gonna hate me."

"Stop crying Ry..." the taller one said as Ryan cried into her chest. And she held Ryan tighter trying not to ask all the questions she had.

She had so much to say, so many questions, the first one being: what the fuck was this woman doing with her friend? Instead she just sighed taking Ryan into her arms.

And Ryan spent the next day crying on and off and trying to get Beyoncé to talk to her. Her texts were delivering now so maybe she wasn't blocked, she just hoped they could talk. If Beyoncé would just hear her out then everything would be fine.

She called throughout the day, not going to any classes and feeling that lump settle into her chest. Brooke still hadn't come home and she was grateful because Brooke really did want to fight her. Ryan hated this, hated herself. How had she messed up such a great thing?

She called again, still crying, still feeling awful. Then it stopped ringing and she heard the phone connect.

"Beyoncé!" Ryan said, hopeful and apologetic.

"I told you to stop calling me."

"I know but I— Bey I'm s—"

"I don't care Ryan, I specifically asked you not to say anything and you couldn't even wait or listen to me."

"I'm sorry it just came out, she was being so fucking rude and I—"

"So what? She's rude and you can't just tell her to fuck off like a regular person? You have to take it there. And to put your hands on my child."

Ryan sighed. "It-it wasn't like that. You didn't hear what she was saying." Ryan hated being berated like this. She'd apologised already. Besides, Brooke had started the fight and not her.

"What was it like then? Because it sounds like you got pissed off and wanted to use having sex with her mother to make her feel bad and make yourself feel better. She tells you to stop bothering her and you take it there?"

"Do you know how hard it is for me to keep this in? You made me hide it for months and sneak around. I don't do stuff like that, I'm not good at lying if you haven't realised."

"So this is my fault?"

"I'm not saying th—"

"You never had any problem with lying when it meant I was "cumming on your face"." Beyoncé spat, disgusted by the fact Ryan had even said that to Brooklyn.

"Yes I did." Ryan scrunched up her face. Ryan had asked her a million times what they were doing, she'd told her how no one believed her when she lied about where she was, how hard it was for her to keep up the lie. "Beyoncé you know that."

"I don't know anything Ryan. You made me lie to my own child—"

"You still couldn't tell her?" Ryan rolled her eyes, exasperated by this whole thing. It was unnecessary.

"No and you're not going to tell her either. Tell her that you had sex with her mom for what Ryan? To embarrass me? You knew what saying that would do."

"I know that but like... it's not like I lied."

"You're not this stupid. Tell me you're not this stupid. You were speaking about me like I'm some kind of sex toy. Bragging about fucking me to my child. Were you trying to make me feel like an object?"

"It wasn't like that, you know I didn't mean it like—"

"I don't care. That's what you said. Impact matters more than intention Ryan, you know this."

"What about the impact on me, Beyoncé?" Ryan's eyebrows upturned and she waited for a reply.

Beyoncé always put Brooke over her, and usually that was fine. But did she really not care about Ryans feelings? Was she really just going to leave it like this?

"Actions have consequences. We never should've done this in the first place."

"Beyoncé don't do this...."

"I had one thing I asked you not to do. One thing and you did exactly that. Ryan I can't trust you. I don't want to be with someone that I can't trust."

The phone clicked and Ryan fell to pieces.

Ryan basically spent the rest of the week crying and hoping Beyoncé would answer her calls again. But Beyoncé blocked her and didn't reach out. She even cancelled her study update on Wednesday and Ryan didn't know if she'd gone home or if she was still in the city. She didn't know anything apart from the fact that Beyoncé wasn't talking to her.

She wished she could say she felt guilty for what she'd said, but truthfully she only cared about the consequences and not the action. She was fucking Beyoncé. That was the truth. And now she missed Beyoncé. She missed her so much and it wasn't just the sex that she missed.

She got the gist that Beyoncé had lied to Brooklyn and told her that Ryan had had made the whole thing up. Brooke asked Zendaya to swap rooms with her. She'd probably move out soon anyway. But for now, she was not sharing a room with that bitch. That was such an insane thing to say. She'd basically called her mother a slut. And Brooke had actually believed her for a second. She was so fucking mad at her.

"Brooke I'm sorry," Ryan tried to apologise for the fifth time. Maybe if she made up with Brooke, Beyoncé would be less mad at her. She also wasn't going to tell her the truth. She didn't even have any evidence really apart from the texts on her phone and if Brooke didn't want to believe her then she wouldn't.

Also it didn't matter really. It just hurt so much to be rejected by Beyoncé.

"I shouldn't have said that," she added as Brooke stood up from the couch. It was rare that the two were home at the same time, Ryan was staying with Coco a lot and Brooke was still in her room most of the time.

But Brooke just walked past her rolling her eyes like she didn't give a fuck, rolling them the way her mother did too, pissed in a way that was almost sexy.

Things had been going so well between Beyoncé and Ryan before this. But now, Beyoncé wasn't even replying to her messages. Ryan was texting, she was calling, and she was being ignored. Beyoncé wanted nothing to do with her. It felt awful, and Ryan missed her so much. She even thought about emailing her with an apology but she only had her school email.

And Beyonce was just as pissed off as she was. Weekly coffee dates with Chris was where she usually vented. But she hadn't even told Chris that Brooke was pregnant yet, too afraid to hear another parent's opinion. What if she had really been a terrible mother? Chris was going to judge her for sure, and he'd dress it up and act like it was fine but deep down she knew. He'd probably think her daughter was fast like her mother.

Though, knowing Chris, he might congratulate Brooklyn and ask about a baby shower. That might've been worse. It was not the energy she needed when she still wanted Brooklyn to get rid of the stupid thing.

God, Beyoncé groaned, running a hand through her hair. She felt guilty but more than that she felt so fucking angry. Ryan just had to mess things up. If she told Brooke about them now she would never forgive her. She knew her daughter and timing was important.

It had been 2 weeks now since she'd spoken to Ryan and everything was still weighing heavily on her mind. Brooklyn still hadn't decided what she wanted to do and Beyoncé desperately needed a real orgasm. She hadn't sex since Ryan yet but she got close, even considering Chris. But that would just be too funny and awkward.

She knew it wouldn't be worth it with anyone else. It wouldn't feel as good as it did with Ryan so she'd gone back to toys because at least she could control them but still they just were little quick orgasms, none of the earth-shattering mind-blowing orgasms she experienced when it was Ryan between her legs.

She missed her. Or at least she missed sex with her. It wasn't just sex or fucking it was more than that, it had meant something. Beyoncé hated how much it had meant to her because now it was even harder to forget about her.

She wished that Ryan hadn't gone and messed things up in the way she had. Things could've been okay if she'd just waited. But wishes don't make reality and so instead, Beyoncé had an attitude with everyone.

Especially Brooklyn, her idiot kid who thought having a baby was a good idea. She was going for an ultrasound since she'd convinced herself that if she saw this baby, she would feel something and she would just know if she was supposed to keep it. Beyoncé didn't know how a black and white picture that looked like every other ultrasound was supposed to help but she went along with it, accompanying her to the appointment.

Brooke was far along enough to where she could find out the sex if she wanted and hopefully they'd tell her that everything looked perfect inside of her. Or they'd tell her the opposite and she'd be forced to abort it and she could be done with this whole thing.

"You think it's gonna be a boy or girl?" Brooklyn asked excitedly.

Beyoncé wasn't concentrating much, searching for her keys, "there's really no point in speculating, it could be intersex or trans or whatever else."

"Mom..." Brooklyn rolled her eyes.

"What? Sex is more than just vaginas and penises."

"Okay mom..." Brooke knew she was just being difficult. And sometimes she used all that science crap just to be annoying.

"I'm just saying there's no point trying to guess, you might think it's a boy and it tells you that it's actually a girl or it could be born with xxy or xyy or any of the other chromosomal variations that no one likes to talk about. Or you never know it could be a girl with all of the parts and xx chromosomes and then in 21 years she goes and gets pregnant and we get to do this all over again. Found them," she reached beneath the couch cushion picking up her keys.

"Is that what this is about? You're still mad that I got pregnant?"

"I'm not mad, I'm thrilled. I might get to be a grandmother," she said with all the sarcasm she could muster up.

"Whatever mom, you don't have to come with me if you don't want to."

"I couldn't let my child go alone. What kind of mother would I be?"

Brooklyn rolled her eyes. "I thought you were done being mad at me. I'm pregnant, you can't really change that now."

"You can," she mumbled under her breath. "I thought you would be done being mad at me too but here we are 2 and a half years later," Beyoncé said putting on her jacket.

Brooklyn stopped getting ready now. They didn't actually have to leave for another hour but Beyoncé had wanted to get food before they went to the clinic. "What?"

Beyoncé sighed. She shouldn't have said that but it was true and they'd never spoken about it. Brooke was still mad at her and she had no idea why it had lasted this long.

She'd been mad since Beyoncé said she was going to divorce her father, probably because she didn't understand why. So what if her mom had been sad? They never argued, they didn't have any issues she could see. She probably just thought her mom was being selfish and breaking up her perfect family.

And her dad was still so sad about it. He clearly wanted Beyoncé back, even now he would tell Brooke just her how much he missed her mom. He wasn't the same since the divorce. And Brooke probably never understood why her mom would just break his heart like that. And she'd just given some crappy excuse about them "falling out of love" but that was clearly bullshit.

"Look Brooke, I know you're mad about the divorce but when are you going to stop punishing me for that? It's got nothing to do with you and quite frankly it's none of your business"

"It's my business when dad won't shut up about you," Brooklyn shot back, immediately on edge. "I'm sick of hearing about it and how much he misses you but that's not even the reason why I'm so mad at you."

Beyoncé bit her teeth. "Like I said, he shouldn't even be talking to you about that."

"Oh my god shut up about him—"

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

"I wish you'd both shut up about each other honestly. Who cares? You both treated each other like shit and then pretended everything was all fine as if I wouldn't notice."

Beyoncé slammed her mouth shut taken aback by Brooke's honesty. She assumed Brooke hadn't known about the back and forth. She was just a child oblivious to it all. The only thing she knew was that her mother was sad. Beyoncé was still embarrassed that Brooke had caught her, crying outside by the pool. Brooke had tried to cheer her up but Beyoncé hated that her child had seen her so depressed.

"Just because you whisper doesn't mean you weren't arguing," Brooke rolled her eyes as if it was obvious that she knew about it.

"Well if you know then why are you so mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you mom, let's just go."

"You are, and Brooklyn, I don't know what I've done to make you so mad but I've been trying to make up for it for the past year and a half but you continue to be mad at me unless you need something then it's 'mom can you help me please, I love you mom, please don't be mad at me,' I can't deal with the mood swings anymore."

Brooklyn knew how she came must've across but it made her feel worse that her mom had no idea what she was even apologising for. How had she not figured it out yet? She bit back the words on the tip of her tongue. It honestly made her feel even worse to know that her mom had no idea how much she'd hurt her. Instead she just looked down at her stomach.

"Okay mom, if you don't want to come I can go on my own."

Beyoncé looked at her and rolled her eyes. Of course she was going. She wasn't sending her child to one of those appointments on her own. Really the father should be there too but she was starting to suspect Brooklyn didn't even know who that was.

Beyoncé just sighed, driving her to the appointment.

The room was silent for a second, the ultrasound technician looking at the mother and daughter. She squirted the liquid onto Brooke's stomach as the pregnant girl nibbled the inside of her lip, frowning and playing with her fingers nervously.

The ultrasound tech placed the wand on her stomach, looking at the screen and her stomach interchangeably. She frowned, a hint of something coming over her face. Beyoncé caught it, the tiniest expression as Brooke lay there with her stomach exposed.

"Everything okay?" Beyoncé asked nervously, looking around the sterile room.

The woman nodded, "just looking for baby... there we are." She moved the wand and then turned the screen to face them so Brooklyn could see her baby on the screen.

"That's my baby?" Brooklyn grew wide eyed looking at the blurry image on screen.

"Yep," she smiled and Beyoncé gripped Brooke's hand.

The woman gave her a moment to take it in before she turned a little more serious. "I need to ask, have you been eating sweetie?"

Brooke frowned, "huh? Yeah."

"Okay, it's just that baby's a little bit smaller than we would like. I want to do some blood work to make sure it's not something else but remember, you're eating for two now?" She smiled handing her a roll of paper towels to wipe her stomach.

Brooklyn nodded. She hadn't been eating like she usually did. She was stressed. Did no one understand what this would mean for her and her life? But as she looked at the screen, she knew she had to start eating. She loved this baby, they deserved the very best. She would just have to figure it out.

"Yes ma'am" Brooklyn smiled, still staring in pure amazement at the image.

Beyoncé's almost rolled her eyes. She really was going to be a grandmother.

When they got in the car, they were both silent neither of them wanting to shatter this little moment of peace just yet.

"Mom I'm keeping it."

Beyoncé closed her eyes so Brooke wouldn't see her rolling them. She sighed, "okay." She looked over, "I'll support you whatever you want."

Brooklyn looked at her, eyes shimmering with unsure tears. "Thanks mom, I'm sorry I've been so mean to you."

Beyoncé half smiled pulling Brooke for a hug. "It's okay Brooke but you have to tell me what's been going on? You have to talk to me at some point or we'll never fix it. We can't keep going round in circles. I don't even know what I've done"

Brooklyn groaned. She'd been keeping this in for years. But maybe now it was finally time to tell her mom. They had enough distance from it now. Maybe she could tell her without getting so emotional.

—————[A/N]So Brookes having the baby. Thoughts? Baby names? What about her conversation with her mom? Y'all ready for the next chapter?

Brooke and Ryan fighting? You think Brookes ever gonna forgive her?

And Bey lying through her teeth? I thought someone would've predicted that 😭. Her and Rys conversation? It seems like Beyoncé's done with her.

Also just to let yall know... there's certain things I always avoid writing in fics because I want my fics to mostly be lighthearted & fun but there's something I had planned since like chapter 10 but now that certain things have happened  it was sooo much worse than it would've been so I'm changing it... just wanted to share. It's still going to have some bad stuff but nothing that can't get better (maybe)