Paris, France
January 31
Beyoncé

"Can you give me my baby? She doesn't wanna be held by you anymore." I held my arms out for her. Nika rolled her eyes but handed Luxe to me anyway.

"I wanna know why in the blue hell y'all gave that baby all them spoiled ass names."

"Tanya is spoiled now?" I asked Joseph. I kissed Luxe's cheek and watched her scream.

"No but Luxe, Dior, and Royalty are. Goddamn."

"You didn't even say them in the right order." I started to correct him. "It's Luxe Dior Tanya Royalty Knowles."

"She not Spanish! Why she got so many middle names!"

"Because she's MY daughter and I name her the way I please."

"We naming her Luxe Pa."

"How we spelling it?"

"The regular way."

"No 'cause that shit is boring! And my baby girl not gon be boring."

"Then how we gon spell it?"

"Put that E at the end. My baby gon be hated by all the little bald bitches on the playground cause they not her."

She slid her hand in my pants, looking up at me. "I don't wanna talk about names no more."

"Onika you gon break my dick. You wanna fuck me all day long."

"I do."

"You not even denying it."

She started stroking my dick and staring at me while biting her lip. "It's already hard."

"Baby girl." I threw my head back and let her do what she do. "Keep going baby."

"You gon fuck me?"

"Yes."

"Hard?"

"Hell yeah."

"You are one horny ass woman." Joseph said.

I took my shirt off and held Luxe close to my chest. That skin-to-skin contact is what will make her love me even more.

Cavalli was looking up at me and I knew she wanted to hold her little sister. Cavalli had been wanting to hold this little girl ever since Onika got pregnant.

"Sit down mama, so you can hold her."

We sat down together and she held her arms out while opening and closing her hands. I put Luxe in her arms and moved her hands to the correct places. She looked so happy holding her sister, it was adorable.

"Babe come here so I can be annoying. Let them handle the baby."

I was completely ready for the postpartum depression that I know she's going to go through really soon. I read up on it and it said that it would happen following the birth of the baby, almost immediately. I didn't understand it but I did understand that some niggas like to leave their women the moment this postpartum shit started to happen.

I crawled into her bed and she slammed her little hand down on my face. I looked back and Pretty Boy was sitting beside Cavalli and Kelly was on the other side, monitoring over Valli.

"Aye keep your hands to yourself Tanya."

"Baby I'm exhausted." She cried.

"What you crying for?"

She just stopped talking and laid her head down on the bed, whining and crying. Yeah, I didn't know what the fuck was going on but I'm guessing this is the postpartum shit. She hadn't even touched the baby yet. I don't even know if she wanted to.

I felt bad for her. I felt bad that she was feeling bad after having our baby but the fact is, this happens with a lot of women. They get real depressed or they get 'baby blues'. I didn't know which one it was now because it just started. Baby blues lasts up to two weeks but if this goes any longer than this, it's that postpartum shit.

"You gon stop crying?"

"No."

"She ain't never cried this much Gabbie."

I was stressed. I didn't know what to do. Having a pregnant fiancé is not for the weak, especially if said pregnant fiancé is Onika. She was a lot to handle. She was horny at all times and when those crying spells came, they came full force. There was no in between.

"You just gotta deal with it. Do whatever she says. She's already a crybaby, it's those hormones."

"I know but shit."

Nika walked out of the bathroom and I could tell she was crying in there because it looked like she had washed her face. I used to do that all the time. I know all the tricks of crying when I'm not supposed to be.

She sat on my lap and fake smiled at Gabbie.

"Baby girl, you can just cry. Absolutely nobody is going to judge you." Gabbie touched her cheek. They stared at one another and they both started crying. This that 'I been pregnant before' vibe. I ain't never been pregnant before though so the crying didn't make sense to me.

"It's gon' be okay mamas, tell me what you crying for."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know why I'm crying. It's just a lot."

"What is?"

"THIS pregnancy. Cavalli's ass ain't never been like this in my stomach."

I nodded my head then kissed her shoulder.

This pregnancy had Onika's mind going crazy, her body too.

Luxe started crying and Gabbie instantly placed her in my arms. I sat up, holding her. I pecked her lips over and over and she squirmed around, still crying.

"Come on stinky, what you crying for anyway?" I smiled at her but she didn't stop crying. "You hungry? You pooped?"

I laid her against my shoulder and patted her back as she cried loud. I started singing to her and she calmed down.

"Oh you like Momma's voice? That's what it is."

"Momma! Give me my baby, she not crying no more!" Cavalli yelled, throwing her arms up in the air.

"I don't see how you think my baby is yours. Did you contribute to making this baby?"

She sighed. "No!"

"Lower your tone Cavalli. Not only are you being disrespectful but you're upsetting Luxe." Onika said. I could tell she was tired. Her eyes were low and her voice was as well.

"Sorry but I wanna hold her." She whined.

I really hope Luxe doesn't get too spoiled. Even though I know she will become as spoiled as Cavalli and Onika, I hoped for her not to be. The house would be full of small ass women who don't know what the hell they want.

"You have to wait so she can go to sleep. Then you can hold her." I explained to her.

"Please change my baby into some more comfortable clothes. She's hot, you can see it in her face. Look at her getting all red." Nika held her arms out.

I could finally see Onika having a connection with Luxe. I gave her to Nika and she cradled Luxe while taking off the pink onesie.

"Hey Princess. Look at you, I'm surprised you're not crying mama."

They were so cute. Onika took her onesie off fully then laid her down on her chest, kissing her every time Luxe would look at her. Luxe would hiccup each time and smile widely.

Even though Luxe did look like a damn raisin, she was my raisin and she looked adorable.

"Stinky, you having a good time with Mommy?" I asked but neither of them paid me any attention. "You know what? Fine. I'll just hang with the original. Valli come on."

Both of them looked at me but Nika spoke for the two of them. "Where y'all think y'all going?"

"I thought Cavalli was your twin but this one act just like you already." I chuckled. It was the truth. Luxe and Onika didn't even look alike yet but it's all in the way they acted. Twinny twin twins.

"Momma are we gonna go somewhere?" Cavalli asked. She had Boujie in one arm and her iPad in the other.

"Yeah, come on."

Paris, France
February 2
Onika

"How long do y'all have to wait until you can fly the baby back to LA?" Gabbie asked. Her, Saiyr, Joseph, and Pretty Boy had flown back already.

"Two weeks." Beyoncé was cradling Luxe while singing to her and Cavalli was clinging to her leg like she always does. It was so cute how she was with kids. "Look at this Gabbie." I flipped the camera onto them.

"Awww! They so cute."

"All Beyoncé do is take off her shirt and sing to them."

"She been reading up on it huh?"

"Every damn day." I rolled my eyes.

"Baby come to bed, you can read that shit in the morning." I ran my hands down Beyoncé's chest but she wasn't paying me any attention. She was reading some article on babies and I was trying to have sex!

"I'm not done." She waved me off.

"You got a choice Giselle and I advise you to choose the correct one."

She shut the computer off and walked me back to the bed. She stared me in my eyes with this cute smile on her face. "I love you."

"Why do I get the feeling that we're not about to have sex?"

"Because we're not. Imma sing to you and stinky."

"You are soooo dramatic Joseph!" I yelled. He was arguing with me over Luxe. They flew back and Bey said she would send all of them pictures and she forgot to.

"I'm not dramatic, she lied to me. That's my godbaby."

"I didn't lie to you nigga, I'd just rather connect with my baby before even thinking about taking pictures of her. We don't even have pictures of her or with her yet. We will though, it's Paris."

"Yeah yeah."
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