LA Hospital - 9am

momma left last night and said that i needed to stay here. i'm honestly tired of being on an iv having to go to the restroom. i've thrown up twice but that's better than before. it's just bey and i now, momma took the other three home.

i'm a nurse so momma leaving doesn't bother me. there's only so much needed to be done. just fluids and food; bey is doing enough with the food part. too good. i appreciate it though, it's very helpful. she really does care for me and i love it.

today should be the last day of this cycle thing, thankfully. usually i start to feel a little better around the last day. so i'm looking forward to everything being better. me going home okay.

although i keep cramping.

"good morning." bey walked in the room with a tray. i wanted to roll my eyes but i kept it together. she sat it down on the stand and took the food out. "kiss?"

i gave her one before she got back in bed with me. i'm still a little tired but not much. just maybe a little nap will do. i laid into her side and she kissed my forehead.

it's really chill in here.

"can you lay on me?"

"what if you have to throw up?"

"i'll feel it before it even happens. please?" i have her begging eyes. it's been too long since she's last laid on me and i wanna feel her. i've just been on her; she knows i don't like to lay on her anyways. "baba."

"ok, ok. but i want you to eat some of this breakfast for me. i'll feed you."

"i'm ready to go home." i let her move on top of me then roll the tray on the side of us. she wasted no time to start feeding me. it was silent as we sat there, me eating and her watching.

at least she let me have my hands in her shorts. her skin is so soft, especially her butt. it's like a cloud and extra smooth skin.

while we sat there, we heard my moms office open. bey jumped but i was chill. i really don't care about my mom seeing anymore. it's just about the only thing she doesn't have a rule for. might as well take advantage of it.

plus we're too clingy with each other to hide.

"your mom." she tried to slide off but i held her tighter. i don't want her to move. "nicki."

"what? i don't care. feed me." now she's being too paranoid about something i don't care about anymore. it's way overdue, my mind doesn't even care as much as it did before.

she was putting food in my mouth when the door opened and i didn't even look over. just let my head fall back on the bed as i chewed.

"goodmorning." momma came to me and kissed my forehead.

"goodmorning." i spoke the best i could with food in my mouth. i'm sure that icked her but oh well. better than me not saying anything and she think i'm ignoring her.

"i brought you some food. are you coming by for thanksgiving?" she sat a plate down. i looked at her confused. today is thanksgiving? "you forgot?"

"oh my gosh, yes. you've been cooking momma?"

"yes, why do you think i left last night? i told you i had to cook." she chuckled grabbing my arm. i watched as she took the iv out making me cringe. this is the part i hate. only because it stings sometimes. "are you guys gonna come help me?"

"i will, probably not bey." i snuck my other hand to beys butt. she looked at me really hard, basically telling me to stop. of course i didn't.

"ok. well if you feel better then you're free to go. if not, sit your ass right here. i'm about to go get you some medicine and your gonna eat. if it all sits well on your stomach in the next hour then you can go. sounds good?"

i only nodded and she gave me a thumbs up before leaving out. she locked the door because i heard it click. whatever is in that plate smells good. i opened it and was ready to dig in. baked macaroni, candy yams, and a piece of chicken. the quick things. she probably have the turkey, ham, dressing and greens cooking right now.

i'm so excited, how could i forget?

"here. feed me please."

"you are not handicap." she still started to. talking mess just to do it in the end. i rubbed on her butt while she did, eating my good food.

"here, you eat some."

"i'm okay."

"eat some." i took the fork from her then put some up to her mouth. she just looked at it so i sat it on her lips. i'm gonna make her try it. my momma can cook. good. "eat it or i'm gonna make you cum right here." i'm just kidding.

"girl. how are you gonna make me eat something? give it here." she took the fork and ate it. of course it was good, i already knew that. we shared my plate and my momma came back with the medicine.

beyoncé had been sitting on me the whole time. i wouldn't let her get up at all. momma hasn't said a thing so...shrug.

"ok, i'm gonna head home. you know what to do if everything is okay."

"yes ma'am."

"ok i love you and call me when you're coming. happy thanksgiving. nice seeing you beyoncé." she was in a rush to leave. crazy that she left daddy and mya at home with the cooking food. all i know is nothing better be burnt.

when she closed and locked the door back, i leaned forward holding bey. she groaned letting her head fall back and i kissed on her neck. left a hickey there too. her skin is pretty with it.

"i'm ready to go home." i mumbled kissing down to her breast. she lifted her head and pushed my forehead back. such a party pooper. i huffed looking at her with low eyes. i'm actually tired.

"why do you determine to be nasty?"

"because i can be nasty with what's mine."

"what's yours?" she raised her eyebrows at me.

"this." i grabbed her butt and put my face in her chest. she made me stop, pulling my hands off then lifting my head. i huffed at her again because why...

"none of this is yours ma'am."

"ok." i just shrugged. she can say that. but as soon as i'm talking to someone else she's at my neck. i'll test her just to see... "make sure you remember that, okay?"

"i will."

"ok. get off of me."

"no."

"get off of me. i can't be touching something that's not mine." i pretended like it was nasty to be touching her. she mugged me sliding off and got out the bed. that really hurt because i didn't want her to get off of me.

"you're annoying."

i hate being called that.

"and you're not mine."

"yes the fuck i am."

"no you're not, you just said it."

"yes i am."

"no you're not. i can have someone else instead of being denied by you." oh that's pushing my luck. she just might go off on me in here. i can't fold.

"onika. please stop playing with me." she mumbled sitting in a chair. her eyes stayed in her lap and i smiled. she's the cutest ever, she doesn't want me to see that it's making her upset. "i'm going home."

"no you are not!" i shouted about to get out the bed. my body is so sore from all the throwing up and stuff. but best believe i made her look at me. "sit down. you're not going anywhere until it's time for me to go."

"no. you're disrespecting me."

"i'm not disrespecting you baba."

"yes you are! you don't say you're gonna find someone else! there is no one else!"

"ok." i pouted. she made me sad saying she was gonna leave me. i'm not playing with her like that ever again. she always take stuff too far. jealous woman. "can you come lay with me again?"

"no. you can go to sleep. looking like a half dead zombie."

"why are you talking about me?" i frowned my face. she looked at me with a straight one and shook her head. "you don't need to be talking about me. you're not supposed to."

"and you're not supposed to be threatening to have someone else."

"ok, i'm sorry. now you say sorry."

"i didn't do anything."

"you talked about me." i spoke lowly. she got up and came to the bed, grabbing my face. her eyes are so beautiful, her moles make her even more beautiful.

"i'm sorry for talking about you. but you better not even think about having someone else. understand?"

"yes baba." i puckered my lips and she kissed them.

"i love you onika." her eyebrows knitted as she said it. not gonna lie, it caught me off guard. i didn't even know what to say. just looked at her like she never even said it. "it's okay if you don't wanna say it back or if you don't love me back...it doesn't bother me. but i do love you."

holy crap.