A/N: Hello babies!!! This is a republish of Under Her Christmas Tree. Excuse any mistakes! Comment, Vote, and Enjoy! New book and more oneshots coming soon!♥️
ONIKA MARAJ
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I woke up in bed, it was cold. As I felt around for the body that was usually in bed with me, covering every ounce of my skin when she could, I couldn't help but notice she wasn't there. The bed was empty and I was alone in our bedroom. My eyes squinted trying to read my alarm clock.
1 am
"Oh, shit!" I quickly jumped out of bed, stumbling over my feet as I ran to the door. Running down the stairs, I spotted the Christmas tree still lit. Red, green, and yellow. "Beyoncé!" I yelled. I walked over to the Christmas tree finding her digging into her presents. The only thing I could see was her bottom.
"Bey," I started, putting my hands on my hips. "Beyoncé Giselle Knowles-Maraj..." I watched her move, her body scooting back so she could look up at me. She had a guilty look on her face.
Beyoncé had a habit of being impatient. She wouldn't wait even if you offered her a piece of candy. Her stubbornness is what got her into trouble most times, but I couldn't help but soften my face once I saw how cute she looked. Her Christmas PJs fit loosely on her body. Covered in reindeer and snowflakes. Her blonde hair was messy and that's what made me laugh.
"Mommy!" She yelled excitedly. She reached for me, grabbing at the air. "Uppies, pease?"
"Hi baby," I greeted her. I lifted her into my arms and tickled her stomach. Her smile was everything to me. "My baby is so so so so cute. Who's my baby?" I cooed. I watched her cheeks turn red as she hid her face in my neck."No, no, no. Don't get shy on me BeyBey! Who's my baby girl?"
"It's me, Mommy!" She says, staring into my eyes. Her fingers touched my face delicately. She analyzed my features like I was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.
"My pretty girl." I looked down at the aftermath of her excitement and saw all her presents scattered around the floor. Some were unopened and some were pushed aside. "What do we have here?"
"I not do it. It was Santa!" She yelled.
I smiled. "Santa did this?" Beyoncé nodded as she avoided looking at the gifts on the floor. I sat her down on the couch and turned to look at the gifts. I put my hands on my hips. "Hmm," I hummed, my pointer finger on my chin. "What should Mommy do with these presents BeyBey?"
"Y-You should um.." She began, copying my movements. Her finger was on her chin as she pretended to think. I knew in a state like this she wasn't really going to come up with a solution. She just really wanted to open these presents early. "Put them under the tree, Mama?" I walked over to her and caressed her cheek.
"Good job baby. No opening presents until Christmas. Okay?" My eyes stared deeply into hers. I could tell she was admiring me by the innocent bite of her bottom lip. Beyoncé nodded in agreement, messing with her fingers. "You have to speak up, princess."
