I'm so sorry for not posting everyone! I hardly have time anymore because I picked up another class in school. If I'm not in school or doing homework I'm working but I do have Spring break coming up so I'll try to get something out then :) SO SO SO sorry Bey fam! I'll really make a bigger effort to keep posting but it's very hard with all the stuff I have going on of right now. I'm sure my college student readers know this!

Crazy in Love part 8

First off, I'd like to say congrats to the new parents Beyoncé and Jay-Z! You don't know how happy I am for these two. Welcome to the world Blue Ivy Carter :)


2 weeks later:

Jay and Beyonce sat in the car, heading towards their new house they just bought together.

Bey: God..I can not wait to have this baby. I'm so excited to be a mother. Aren't you...*lifts her head and looks into his eyes* ...excited to be a father?

Jay: Of coarse. *reaches out, brushing her cheek delicately* I can't wait to see how she would look. She might have your eyes...my ears...your nose and...beautiful lips. And her skin might be a light caramel color. She's gonna be absolutely gorgeous. Like her mother. *leans in closer to her, gradually locking lips with hers* Mmm.

Jay put his hand on her cheek as he put more feeling into the kiss.

Driver: Mister Carter?

He quickly broke away and looked up to gaze at the driver.

Driver: We're here.

Jay: Oh...okay. * Baby...could you bring my wallet? I think I left it in the car.

Bey: *looks around for his wallet* ....I found it. Here you go. *hands him the wallet*

Jay: Hold it for a sec. I just need to...find the keys.

Bey: Do you ever keep track of ANYTHING? *looks in his wallet, gazing in on a stack of cash and credit cards* Can I ask why are you carrying cash? A celebrity is NEVER to carry cash...unless he or she is asking to get robbed.

Jay: Would you stop going through my wallet? Trouble maker. I carry cash because you're askin' for money all the time.

Jay unlocked the front door to the house and stepped inside, followed by Beyonce.

Bey: That's not true, because I make my OWN money. Ha! All the ladies who independent! Throw yo hands up at meee!

Jay: Quiet, child.

Bey: *laughs* Come here..*wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him* I love you *leans in to kiss his lips*

Jay: Love you more *kisses her back*

Hours later:

Beyonce walked out of the bathroom after just taking a shower. A nice smell filled the air. She inhaled deeply.

Bey: Mmm. What's that smell?

She left the room and headed down the hall towards the staircase. The smell began to get even stronger the closer she had gotten to the kitchen. She knew right then that someone was cooking.

Bey: Jay?

Jay: *looks up from the food he was preparing* Yeah?

He felt his heart skip a beat when he looked at her. She just looked very sexy in her robe with her hair wet and curly.

Bey: What's amazing smell? Is that turkey?

Jay: Yep. Looks good, huh?

Bey: Yeah, it does.

Jay: You look even better.

She locked eyes with his. He held a smirk on his face.

Bey: Are you flirting with me, Mister Carter? You better not be because... *stands in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck* I'm gonna have to flirt back. And you sure you want that? Hmm?*begins kissing down his masculine chest*

Jay: Mmm. Yeah. I would love that.

Jay quickly reversed positions and started backing her up against the counter.

Jay: I'm always in charge. And you remember that... *slowly leans in, locking lips with hers*

She ravaged him desperately as if she needed him badly. Bey grabbed a hold of his shirt and lifted it over his head.

Bey: *breathing heavy* You see what you do to me...

He untied her robe, looking at her naked body in awe.

Bey: *whispers in his ear* I want you to fuck me..good and hard..

Jay lifted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist. Before he could make the next move, the door bell went off. He paused, looking up to gaze at her.

Bey: Don't answer it. *continues kissing him*

He quickly helped her to her feet, and grabbed his shirt, throwing it back on.

Jay: I have to. It might be someone important like my mom or something.

He headed towards the two double doors. Beyonce stood by the kitchen door, covering herself with her robe, watching him closely. He pulled the door open, coming face to face with his friend TyTy.

TyTy: So you gon let me in or what..?

Jay: Um...yeah..

Jay closed the door behind him.

Jay: How did you find out I was here?

TyTy stood there, gazing at Beyonce in surprise.

TyTy: So it's true? The tabloids were right? You guys are really seeing each other.

Jay: What do you want?

TyTy: I just...stopped by to see what was going on. *looks back at Beyonce* So...are you really seeing Jay or...

Jay: I don't think that's any of your business.

TyTy: Come on man why didn't you tell me I'm one of your best friends!

Jay: We were waiting for the right time.

There was a long awkward silence..

Jay: Well, Ty...it was nice seeing you but I think it's time for you to go. You interrupted me while I was in the middle of something.

TyTy: *notices Beyonce is in a robe and Jay's belt buckle was undone* Ohhhh! You guys were...ohhhhh.. My bad. I didn't mean to...interrupt you guys. Okay..Jay, man...tell me how it was.

Jay: Ty....go...

TyTy: I'm just joking..See ya later. Bye, Beyonce. *winks at her*

Jay: Bounce...for the LAST time.

TyTy: Alright! I'm out!Jay locked the door and turned to face her.

Jay: Um...I'm sorry. I...he can be real annoying sometimes *laughs*

Bey: It's fine..*walks up to him* Where were we?

Jay: *leans down and kisses her lips passionately* I was about to make love to you

She felt a chill run down her spine. Those exact words turned her on completely. She slowly leaned in, meeting lips with his. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer. Jay's phone started ringing

Jay: Damnit! You know, I want to beat the shit out of WHOEVER'S calling.

Bey: *laughs* Go answer the phone

Jay: Do I have to? Hmm? *kisses her neck sweetly* I'd rather stay here with you

Bey: *breaks away from him* Jay...

Jay: Aight, hold on.

Jay ran in the kitchen where his phone was ringing.

Jay: Hello?

Kim: Hello? Hey, Jay

Jay: Kim? Heyyy what's goin on? How you been? *looks over at Beyonce who was still standing in the other room*

Kim: I've been good. What about you? I was just calling because you happened to pop up in my head. I guess I...sorta missed you.

Jay: Aw how sweet. Well I missed you too. Actually...

Bey: *walks up towards him* Baby...who's on the phone?

Kim: Is that...a woman? You have company?

Jay: Um...yeah. That's what I was just about to tell you. I didn't know...

Kim: Can I come over and talk to you?

Jay: What? Seriously? Um, I don't think that's such a good idea. I'm seeing someone else..

Kim: Well who?

Jay: I really don't think that's any of your business. You're not in a position to ask me that sort of question. Listen, call me tomorrow. I'm busy right now, okay?

Kim: Alright. Bye.

Jay: Bye.

He hung up the phone and placed it back on the counter. For some reason, he didn't have the courage to even turn her way. He was afraid she would say something that would cause an argument.

Bey: *calm voice* Who was that on the phone?

Jay: Um... *slowly turns to face her* It was just a friend.

Bey: *raises her eyebrows* Just a friend? Hmm..*nods* Ok.

Jay: What?

Bey rolled her eyes and turned, heading towards the stairs.

Bey: It's nothing. I'm gonna get ready for dinner.

Jay: Wait, wait. Wait right there, Bey. What's wrong? You wanna tell me what's bothering you?

Bey: It's nothing, okay. Now will you let me go get dressed for dinner? Thank you.

That attitude; the look on her face--that was not like her at all. He just knew something was on her chest and she was going to tell him like it is before the night was over with.

Minutes later

Jay: *walks in the room to see Beyonce sitting in front of the mirror* Baby...Hey um...I gotta surprise for you.

Bey: *rolls her eyes annoyingly* I do not like surprises.

Jay: *laughs*

He knew she was being mean and simply---selfish.

Jay: Don't act like that. I'm serious.

Bey: Alright. I'm right behind you.

Jay: *smiles and grabs her hand* Thank you.

She followed him down the hall, towards the stairs. They both walked down the long, curved stairway that led in the living room.

Jay: We're almost there.

She followed him down another hallway, and finally into a room that was filled with scented candles. The view had completely won her over. There were candles lit everywhere and a table officially set up for two people.

Jay: Surprise! So... *wraps his arms around her waist from behind* What do you think?

She didn't want to sound too excited because she was still upset with him over the phone call.

Bey: Um...it looks nice.

His smile slowly faded as he realized she wasn't to enthusiast about the whole thing.

Jay: Well um, here...have a seat. *pulls out a chair for her and then takes a seat across from her* I hope you like the food. I know it's not much. I just thought...I should do something special for you. My future wife. The future mother of my child.

Bey held her head down, quickly praying to herself and then began to eat. He watched her closely, knowing something was bothering her because she was never that quiet around him. And it was tearin him apart not knowing what was the cause.

Jay: So uh...How's the food?

Bey: It's alright.

He studied her closely, debating on whether to ask her what was on his mind. He was a little nervous about it, but he knew it had to be said. Before he could ask, Bey spoke up.

Bey: I wanna ask you something

Jay: Go ahead

Bey: Why are you being dishonest? I thought you said you wouldn't ever lie to me.

Jay: Excuse me?

Bey: You still haven't told me who was on the phone.

Jay: *sighs* I told you it was a friend

Bey: And does your friend have a name?

Something was telling him that things were going to get out of hand.

Jay: That's not important. And besides...it's really none of your concern.

Bey: Excuse me? None of my concern? Let me get something straight with you. Don't you EVER invite me to live with you if NOTHING'S my concern. I'm supposed to be your girlfriend. You know, the one who you dearly love.

Jay: Beyonce...

Bey: Don't... I can't believe you would say something like that to me. Is this how you treat all of your girlfriends? You keep...secrets from them?

Jay: What secrets? You know, I think you're really taking this out of proportion. I mean, why must you know who was on the phone? Is it that important to you? Do you really need to know?

Bey: Whatever. Just forget it. I don't even wanna talk about it anymore. I just wish I never came here. You're all about games.

Jay: What are you talking about? What's your problem? You...-

Bey: You are my problem, Jay. You and your games. You behave like a fuckin child! You constantly blurt out how much you love me, but then you turn around and do stupid shit like this. You make me feel so...so used. And this...this is for an example.

She referred to the candle lit dinner.

Jay: Aight, fine. You wanna know who was on the phone? Kim! Kim was on the phone, okay?

Bey: Kim...your ex, Kim?"

Jay: Yes!

She shook her head pathetically and looked away.

Bey: Can you tell me WHY is she still calling here?

Jay: Well we ARE friends. We didn't end things on bad terms. What? Are you gonna tell me NOT to have any friends?

Bey: Fuck you, Shawn. Kiss my ass.

Jay: I must be the dumbest person in the world to actually believe that this would work. I tried to be romantic and cook you dinner but...I see that didn't work. *blows out the candles that surrounded them* Couldn't you have waited until we finished eating to pick a fight? Nooo. You had to ruin the mood.

Bey: Ha! What mood? And don't you even walk around here acting as if you had NOTHING to do with this. You shouldn't have been withholding secrets from me in the first place.

Jay: What secrets?! Beyonce, I was NOT withholding secrets from you. You wanted to know something that was unnecessary. I felt that it wasn't on a "need to know" basis. She's my ex! Just because it didn't work out between us doesn't mean that we can't still be friends. I KNOW that you have guy friends calling you to see if you're okay.

Bey: *silent*

Jay: And don't you stand there and lie to me! I just wish that you could see how much you mean to me. Maybe then you would trust me more. *walks out of the room*

Bey: This has nothing to do with trust. This...

Jay: Oh no. This has everything to do with trust, because if you trusted me...you wouldn't have assumed I was cheating on you with Kim.

Bey: I didn't say that you were cheatin...

Jay: Well... withholding secrets.

She kept her distance between him and so did he. He felt that she was really taking things out of hand, because he did nothing to her.

Jay: You wanna tell me what this is really about? I just can't believe you actually picked a fight over that.

Bey: *tearing up* I just think...I need some sleep. I don't wanna fight anymore. I'm going to bed.

She brushed pass him, instantly feeling a hand grasp her arm.

Jay: Wait. *slowly turns her to face him* Don't go to bed mad. It's not good for the heart.

Bey: I'm tired and I...wanna go to sleep *tears rolling down her cheeks*

Jay: Don't cry, love. *wraps his arms around her and kisses her on the forehead*

She couldn't help it anymore, she began to cry frantically.

Bey: Why am I such a bitch? Why do I...do this? I...I always start...fights with you, and...and end up crying in the end. I'm sorry. I'm so...sorry. Please forgive me.

Jay: Hey, hey. Calm down. Everything's gonna be okay. You hear me? *kisses her on the lips*

Bey: O...okay

Jay: Here.*grabs a napkin from off the table and wipes the tears from her eyes* You okay? It looked like you were gonna have a nervous breakdown

Bey: I don't what's wrong with me. I'm such a bitch at times. It's these pregnancy hormones.

Jay: No you're not. You're far from a bitch. *reaches out, brushing her cheek delicately with the tip of his thumb* You're an angel. MY angel and someday, I'm gonna marry you.

Bey: Really?

Jay: *in a mocking voice* Yes really.

Bey: *laughs* Shut up *smiles*

Jay: *smiles* There's that pretty smile *kisses her again*

To be continued...