Blue Ivy Carter’s First Night at Home
Beyonce awoke to Blue Ivy’s piercing shrieks. She rolled over in her and Jay-Z’s immense bed, though tonight, she was alone in it. The clock on the beside table read 3:00AM in bright red numbers.
The shrieks continued, echoing around their mansion like so many bats.
Her feet touched the cold hardwood. She shrugged a silk bathrobe on and walked down the hallway to Blue Ivy’s nursery.
She leaned against the doorframe. Jay-Z was already standing in the nursery, over Blue Ivy’s crib. He reached into the crib and lifted their daughter into his strong arms. As he rocked her, her shrieks turned to wails, and her wails then turned to muffled sobs.
“Is she okay?” Beyonce said.
Jay-Z smiled at her. “She’s fine,” he said. “Go back to sleep. You need your rest.”
“I can stay up with you,” Beyonce said.
Jay-Z shook his head. “I know it’s weird, sleeping again.” Beyonce nodded. She hadn’t slept in years and years, not since she devoted her being to Baphomet and no longer required sustenance like earthbound humans. “But birthing the savior is a taxing ordeal. You need to regain your strength.”
“You’re right,” Beyonce said, combing her fingers through her hair. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Of course,” Jay-Z said. He laid Blue Ivy back in her crib. She was now sleeping silently. “Blue needs to gain her strength too. Love you.” He smiled at the crib, and Beyonce smiled at his profile.
“Love you,” Beyonce said.
She walked backed into their bedroom and crawled underneath the duvet. She reached onto the nightstand and turned on the baby monitor. Through the quiet static, she could hear Blue Ivy’s even breathing. Though Jay-Z did not move, nor speak, nor breathe, she knew he was standing there, strength incarnate, watching unblinkingly over their newborn savior.
Beyonce slept peacefully.
