Megan Thee Stallion X Beyoncé
Megan has much to prove in her freshman year after earning a full-ride track scholarship to TSU. It's the end of the road for Beyonce as she's on her way to graduating with not only one but two degrees...
Megan meets a...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Megan
Houston, Texas
•
I pinch myself just to make sure I'm awake. I honestly can't tell. Beyonce couldn't stand next to me, but she sat right behind me. The longing I have for her kisses, sweet voice, and touch is the only thing stopping me from having a full-blown panic attack. Normani sits right next to her, she mugs and rolls her eyes at the other side of the courtroom with her arms crossed. There isn't a single person in this room that isn't tense as fuck.
When I graduated high school and made the choice to come to TSU with Normani, I would've never guessed that this would be my reality in my freshman year. I'm grateful for my growing little boy, but I sure do hate the circumstances.
Demario just scowls and barely makes eye contact with me, looking like a victim, looking like he's the one being inconvenienced by all of this. I don't get it. How does he sleep at night? How?
To top it all off, he has his family and Victoria backing him up. Not the first time I'm seeing these two but it's the first time I'm seeing his family. It isn't the best first impression, but they don't have the best son either. I wish I never gave in to him.
It's weird. I wish I never met him but if I never met him I wouldn't be expecting my baby. And I love my baby so it's difficult to even process and think about.
The judge collected all the documentation I submitted. Normani helped me with it all and I'm so grateful.
I find my hands trembling and anxiety is almost consuming this. I can't get through this hearing, I don't think I can. Does that even matter anymore? No, it doesn't.
All I have is my baby and Bey. Even in the unbalance, I still like I have the better backing. I look back at Beyoncé and I see her tense, side-eyeing Demario badly, but she looks back at me and blows me a kiss.
"The baby bothering you?"
"No."
I rub my belly. I'm not even supposed to be stressing like this right now. And he says he "cares" about us. The only person in this world who truly cares about us is Bey.
I love her so much and I hate to even let her tag along on this mess. But she insisted. She didn't want me to just come here alone. How many ways can I show her I appreciate and love her? With the things I put her through I'm not sure there's ever going to be an option that's enough. I hate feeling this way, like I'm at fault for just about every shitty thing. Some of it truly is my doing.
