omg yes pls i really want to see a part two for no contact !! pls write it if u can 😭
read the first part here.
pairing: BEYONCE X BLACK!FEM!YOU (no use of y/n!)
after the wedding, you went home and tried to tnn the way her body had felt against yours in that bathroom.
some nights you swore you could still feel her hands on you. other nights, you scrubbed your skin until it burned, hoping the memory would finally disappear.
kiari came by almost every day after that. sometimes she’d bring food. other times she’d just sit with you in silence, knowing you weren’t ready to talk.
one afternoon, she found you staring blankly out the window with your phone face down beside you.
“she still bothering you?” she asked.
you let out a quiet laugh that held no humor. “every damn day.” kiari rolled her eyes so hard it made you snort. “block her irritating ass.”
“then block the new numbers too.”
she sighed, shaking her head.
“good. keep it that way.”
the first text came the same night as the wedding.
simple & direct like she expected you to drop everything the second your phone lit up.
you read it then deleted it without replying.
the next messages softened.
i keep thinking about you.
nothing about love, nothing about missing what you had; just want.
she expected you to come running like you always had because in her mind, nothing had really changed. the ring on her finger meant she had a wife waiting at home but it didn’t mean she couldn’t still have you too.
except… you never answered. every call went straight to voicemail. every text stayed on delivered. every bouquet left outside your apartment ended up in the dumpster before it ever crossed your front door.
she had always been the one to walk away first. she had never been the one left waiting for an answer that never came.
being ignored was a feeling she wasn’t used to.
night after night, she paced through the house with her jaw clenched and dark circles settling beneath her eyes from all the sleep she wasn’t getting.
“everything okay?” she asked one evening.
months passed but no matter how hard you tried, life refused to slow down.
it started with little things.
you were exhausted all the time, no matter how much you slept. your tits ached so badly that even brushing against the kitchen counter made you wince. certain smells suddenly made your stomach turn, and there were mornings when getting out of bed felt like climbing a mountain.
at first, you blamed stress then you missed your period.
the pregnancy test sat on the edge of the sink while you paced the bathroom, too scared to look. your hands trembled as you finally forced yourself to glance down.
your breath caught in your throat.
slowly, you sank to the cold bathroom floor, the test still clutched tightly in your hand. your mind raced, replaying everything that had happened over the past few months until it landed on the one memory you wished you could forget.
a few tears slipped down your cheeks, but they weren’t only from fear. there was confusion, anger, heartbreak… and something else you couldn’t quite name.
you rested a hand against your stomach and closed your eyes. “it’s just me and you now,” you whispered and you meant it.
you never called bey, never sent a text, never even thought about telling her.
this baby was yours to protect and if that meant carrying every burden alonwe then so be it.
the weeks turned into appointments, blood work and ultrasound visits.
kiari never left your side.
she drove you to appointments whenever she could, sat beside you in waiting rooms flipping through old magazines, and made sure you ate whenever morning sickness got the best of you.
“you better stop skipping meals,” she’d mutter, sliding another bag of crackers into your purse.
you rolled your eyes every single time.
“don’t play with me lil girl! i’m serious!!” despite everything, she always found a way to make you laugh.
after one appointment, you walked out of the OB office with a tiny ultrasound picture pressed carefully against your chest. your eyes burned with fresh tears as you stared down at the blurry little image.
it didn’t even look like a baby yet.
just a tiny reminder that your entire life had changed.
you smiled through the tears before carefully tucking the picture back into its envelope.
you never noticed the black car slowing as it passed the parking lot.
inside, beyonce gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. she hadn’t meant to drive by or at least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
her eyes followed you as you made your way toward your car, one hand protectively resting over your stomach while the other held the ultrasound close to your chest then she saw it.
her stomach dropped. she counted backward without even realizing she was doing it.
weeks. dates. memories. that night in the bathroom.
the realization hit her like a punch to the chest.
almost around the same time, jade came home glowing with excitement.
she practically bounced through the front door with a white shopping bag in one hand and a small gift box in the other.
“close your eyes,” she laughed.
beyonce smiled doing as she was told.
when she opened them again, jade was holding up a positive pregnancy test with tears already spilling down her cheeks.
“we’re having a baby.” for a second bey forgot how to breathe then she smiled.
she wrapped jade in her arms, kissed her forehead and rubbed slow circles over her stomach while friends and family celebrated around them.
pictures were taken & videos were posted. everyone talked about how happy they looked.
how perfect they were and how beautiful this next chapter would be but every smile felt heavier than the last because while she stood beside her wife planning baby names and nursery colors… she couldn’t stop thinking about you.
at home, bey played the role everyone expected. she helped compare paint samples for the nursery. she built cribs.
she smiled through family dinners and posed for photographs with one hand resting gently over jade’s growing belly.
outside those walls… she became someone else entirely. almost every night, her car found its way to your apartment.
sometimes she’d park across the street for hours, watching the lights in your apartment flicker on and off.
wondering if you’d come outside but your phone stayed silent. every new number she called from ended up blocked before the day was over.
still, she refused to stop trying. without meaning to, she learned your routine. she knew what time you left for work every morning. which grocery store you always stopped at on thursday’s. which coffee shop you visited whenever you had an early appointment. which park you wandered through whenever everything became too much to carry.
more than once, she watched you sit alone on the same bench, one hand absentmindedly resting over your stomach while tears quietly slipped down your cheeks.
she wanted to walk over and say something.
anything but she never did because deep down she already knew exactly what you’d tell her.
“go home.” and for once, she’d have no choice but to listen.
jade started noticing the little things.
it wasn’t anything obvious at first.
just small moments that didn’t seem important on their own.
she’d wake up in the middle of the night and find bey sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her phone with the brightness turned all the way down. sometimes she’d catch the faintest smile tugging at her lips before the screen went dark the second jade shifted beneath the covers.
other times, bey would be looking through ultrasound pictures that jade didn’t recognize.
she’d glance over her shoulder and frown.
“when did they print those?”
bey would quickly slip them back into the envelope.
“old copies,” she’d answer without looking up.
jade wanted to believe her. she really did but something about it never felt right then there were the late nights.
meetings that somehow lasted hours & long drives she couldn’t quite explain.
phone calls she’d step outside to take before coming back inside like nothing had happened.
none of it added up. jade asked questions a few times but beyonce always had an answer waiting. eventually jade stopped asking.
she wasn’t ready for whatever the truth might be.
their due dates were only days apart.
the realization haunted beyoncé more than she cared to admit.
every appointment with jade reminded her that somewhere across town, you were probably sitting in another waiting room.
every ultrasound made her wonder if you’d just had one too.
every milestone felt like a mirror reflecting a life she’d created but could never acknowledge.
one evening, jade grabbed her hand with a bright smile spreading across her face.
bey rested her palm against her stomach. a tiny kick pushed back as jade laughed through happy tears.
bey smiled and rubbed gentle circles over her belly but her thoughts drifted somewhere else entirely. she couldn’t help but wonder… had your baby kicked today too? were you smiling the same way? were you alone?
the guilt settled heavier on her shoulders with every passing day.
one night, everything became too much.
the endless ache in your chest that refused to leave.
you sat in the dark for nearly an hour with your phone in your hands, fighting with yourself before finally giving in.
you had blocked every number she owned.
so instead… you bought a cheap prepaid phone. your fingers hovered over the keyboard for several seconds before you finally typed.
you stared at the message then hit send.
almost immediately, the three little dots appeared.
she hadn’t changed her number because she had been waiting.
less than twenty minutes later, there was a knock at your door.
when you opened it, bey was standing there, slightly out of breath, her eyes searching yours like she’d been terrified you’d change your mind before she made it.
you simply stepped aside.
the silence between you felt heavier than any argument the two of you had ever had.
bey finally opened her mouth.
“baby, i…” you cut her off before she could finish.
“shut the fuck up and fuck me, bey.”
her jaw tightened. she gave a slow nod, never taking her eyes off you as she reached for the buttons of her shirt.
you didn’t want a conversation, not tonight.
words weren’t going to fix anything.
she sat there on the couch dick hard and leaking at the tip. you didn’t wait another second. you shoved her back and climbed right over her yanking your soaked panties to the side.
her eyes locked on your belly as you lowered down taking every inch of her in one slick motion. your pussy stretched around her so full it made your walls flutter tight. you braced your hands on her chest and started riding her & grinding down deep.
beyonce thrusted up desperate to bury herself deeper. her eyes went all wet and shiny with tears spilling over as she looked up at you. “please…” she whispered voice cracking right in the middle. “i need this so fucking bad dont stop.” her dick throbbed inside you, pulsing against your slick walls hitting spots that made you clench and leak all over her.
you bounced faster your tits jiggling heavy with each slam. she reached up grabbing them, pinching your nipples hard enough to send sparks straight to your core while more tears slid down her cheeks.
“you feel so fucking good!” she gasped out barely able to get the words steady. “i can’t stop thinking about your pussy wrapped around me like this.” you rode her even harder slamming down so your belly brushed against her skin with every move.
her begging turned louder mixed with shaky sobs. “don’t leave me like this please. i love how you take me so deep. cum for me i need to feel you.”
you didn’t bother answering with words. you just fucked her faster grinding your clit against her base until your orgasm came.
your pussy squeezed and gushed all over her dick soaking her balls and the couch underneath.
beyonce came right after you pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside your soaked cunt, her whole body jerking and shaking as she cried out loud. you stayed seated on her, letting her dick twitch out the last drops inside you.
your walls still fluttering around her then you finally lifted off feeling her cum drip down your thighs. you cleaned up quick and pointed straight at the door. “get the fuck out.” you told her softly but firm.
she stood up with her head hanging low with her dick still shiny and her own cum running down her leg as she left.
the silence afterward somehow hurt even more than it had before.
you blocked her number again before the sun came up then you blocked the new one she’d used to reach you.
you refused to give her another way back in.
whatever happened between the two of you that night stayed there.
from then on, your focus was the tiny life growing inside of you.
every doctor’s appointment. every little kick. every craving in the middle of the night.
it all became about your baby.
she practically moved into your apartment during your third trimester, refusing to let you lift anything heavier than a grocery bag.
“sit your ass down,” she’d say every time she caught you trying to clean.
“kiari, i’m pregnant, not helpless!”
“and i’m not arguing with you.” you rolled your eyes but you listened anyway.
she cooked, helped put together the nursery and even laughed through the mountain of tiny baby clothes scattered across your living room.
for the first time in months… you started feeling like maybe everything would be okay.
across town, bey was still living two completely different lives.
at night, she’d lie beside jade with one hand resting gently over her growing stomach, smiling every time the baby kicked.
she read parenting books, helped assemble the crib and went to birthing classes.
she looked every bit like the excited wife everyone expected her to be then the next morning she’d find herself driving past your apartment without even thinking about it.
sometimes she’d park down the street for a few minutes.
other times she’d circle the block twice before forcing herself to leave.
she’d catch small glimpses of you every now and then. walking carefully with one hand supporting your lower back, struggling to carry groceries inside, laughing with kiari on the front steps.
every time she saw your belly, reality settled a little deeper into her chest. the secrets she’d buried were getting harder and harder to carry.
your stomach grew heavier and sleep became almost impossible. your back constantly ached and even putting on your shoes felt like a challenge.
jade’s pregnancy was moving along at nearly the exact same pace.
their due dates were so close it almost felt cruel.
bey caught herself counting the days more often than she’d admit.
she wondered whose baby would arrive first.
she hated herself for wondering at all.
you had been curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs, trying to find a comfortable position when a sharp pain shot through your lower back.
“okay…” you whispered to yourself.
a few minutes later… another one came.
you reached for your phone with shaky hands and called the only person you knew would answer before the first ring had even finished.
your voice cracked as another contraction hit.
“don’t move! omg i’m on my way!”
less than fifteen minutes later, she was helping you down the apartment stairs with one arm wrapped securely around your waist.
“breathe,” she kept reminding you as she opened the passenger door. “in through your nose… out through your mouth.”
“GIRL I KNOW THAT SHIT!” you screamed squeezing her hand so tightly she thought you might break it.
the drive to the hospital felt endless.
between contractions, kiari kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other reached over to rub comforting circles across your shoulder.
once she got you checked in, the nurses asked for your emergency contact.
kiari immediately pulled out her phone.
she frowned and tried another number.
your phone, sitting beside the hospital bed, lit up over and over as calls and messages started stacking on the screen.
at that exact same moment… jade suddenly gasped.
she sat straight up in bed, one hand flying to her stomach as warmth spread beneath her.
the sheets were soaked within seconds.
“bey…” her voice trembled. “my water…”
bey was already out of bed before jade could finish.
“okay, okay.” she grabbed the hospital bag they’d packed weeks ago and reached for her phone at the same time.
before she could call anyone… it rang. the screen lit up, it was the hospital.
another from jade’s doctor returning an earlier message.
a string of missed calls from kiari. more notifications waiting underneath. bey’s stomach dropped.
she didn’t need anyone to explain what was happening cuz she already knew.
you were in labor and jade was too.
she stood frozen in the hallway, her car keys clutched tightly in one hand while her phone continued vibrating in the other.
two mothers, two babies, two lives she had tied together with her own selfish choices.
her heart pounded so hard it echoed in her ears. for the first time… there wasn’t enough of her to be in both places and she had to decide which way to drive first.
dividers by @/chrisssiren! credits to the owner of the bow dividers. - kai!
