Bodyguard (YN x Beyonce)

Part Thirty-Eight

Eight months after the twins and Beyoncé somehow looked better than before. Motherhood had done something wild to her... thick in all the right places. Her hips, her thighs, that little curve in her waist that drove me crazy every time she walked past. The twins did her body good, but it was the way she carried herself that had me sitting here just staring at her like she was art.

She'd been easing back into her workouts, spending mornings in the gym downstairs while I kept the babies entertained. And every time she came upstairs, skin glistening and hair pulled back, I had to remind myself she was my wife.

The house smelled like fresh flowers and baby lotion... that sweet, calm kind of chaos that came with raising twins. Rumi was on my lap, giggling while I bounced her gently and watched her mama do her thing across the room.

Beyoncé was standing in front of the mirror, one hand resting on her hip while the stylist adjusted the final pin on her dress. The fabric shimmered against her skin, hugging her body like it was made just for her. Mama Tina stood beside her holding Sir, beaming with pride.

"Baby, that's the one." I said, unable to hide the smile on my face.

Bey turned toward me, that little smirk playing on her lips. "You think so?"

"I know so." I said.

She let out a soft laugh and walked over, heels clicking against the hardwood. When she reached us, she leaned down and brushed her fingers against Rumi's cheek. "What do you think, baby girl? You like Mommy's dress?" she cooed in that sweet baby voice that melted me every single time.

Rumi squealed and reached for her, making us both laugh.

"See? She's got my taste." I teased. She lifted Rumi from my lap and held her close. Rumi's little hands grabbed the neckline of her dress like she didn't want to let go.

Mama Tina chuckled from across the room. "She knows her mama looks beautiful, that's all."

Beyoncé kissed Rumi's cheek and then glanced back at me. "Alright, your turn."

She nodded toward the stylist, who was already grinning and holding up a few suits I'd picked out earlier in the week.

"Alright, let's see what we got."

Beyoncé shifted Rumi to her hip, watching me as I approached the rack. Her eyes followed every movement, that same admiring look I'd had for her earlier now aimed right back at me.

"You're gonna look good baby." she said softly.

The stylist helped me slip into one of the jackets... a sleek black satin piece that caught the light just right. The shirt underneath was open at the collar, a little more casual than I'd normally wear, but Bey insisted on it. Said she wanted me looking "effortlessly fine."

When I turned toward the mirror, Beyoncé was already watching me. She was still holding Rumi, but her eyes hadn't left me once. That look... the kind that lingered a little too long, that said you're mine without saying a word made my chest heat up.

"What you think?" I asked, brushing a bit of lint off my shoulder.

Her lips curved into a slow smile. "Mmm. I think you're gonna have a hard time keeping me off you at the Gala."

The stylist tried to hide her laugh while Mama Tina spoke up from the couch, bouncing Sir gently in her arms. "Now, let's not forget that I'm in the room." she said, shaking her head but smiling all the same. Then her tone softened. "Are y'all nervous at all? This'll be your first real outing together since getting married and having the twins."