Bodyguard (YN x Beyonce)

Part Thirty-Five

A/N: Got this out the way... Ready for the twins

The ocean breeze was warm against my skin as Beyoncé and I slipped away from the noise of laughter and chatter in the living room. Everyone was still celebrating, but right now, I wanted her all to myself. We ended up on the balcony of our rental, the moonlight casting a soft glow over her face.

She leaned against the railing, her robe loosely tied, curves silhouetted by the night sky. God, she was beautiful. My future wife.

I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. "You good?" I whispered, pressing a kiss behind her ear.

She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against mine. "More than good," she said softly. "I'm... happy."

That word settled in my chest like a warm flame. Happy. That was all I wanted for her.

We stood there in silence for a moment, listening to the waves, until the question that had been sitting in the back of my mind all night slipped out. "So..." I started, trailing a slow line of kisses along her neck. "When do you want to get married?"

She turned in my arms, her eyes locking on mine, and then, without warning, she kissed me soft at first, then deeper, like she was trying to answer without words. When she pulled back, her lips curved into the sweetest smile.

"I want to get married now." she whispered.

I blinked, caught off guard. "Now?"

"Now.. not exactly in this moment but I do want to do it soon." she repeated, firm this time. "I don't want to wait, YN."

My heart skipped. I cupped her face, searching her eyes. "You mean... before the twins? Before everything?"

She nodded slowly, then shook her head at the same time, like she was sorting through her thoughts. Finally, she said, "I've thought about this for a long time. I don't want to wait until after. I want to marry you while everything feels... perfect. I want to marry you while I'm standing here in this moment, feeling this happy."

I exhaled, completely stunned but completely in love. "Here?"

She glanced around, her lips twitching with a little smirk. "Here."

"In Maui?" I asked, just to be sure I heard her right.

"Yes," she said without hesitation. "Right here. The family's already here. The people we love most are all in one place. Why wait?"

I brushed my thumb along her jaw, trying to read her. "You're sure? No big wedding? No months of planning?"

She shook her head, stepping closer until her forehead rested against mine. "I don't need all that. I don't need the cameras or the show. I just need you. That's it."

For a second, I couldn't speak. This woman—the love of my life, the mother of my kids wanted me now, no delay, no hesitation.

Finally, I smiled and kissed her slow, deep, letting her feel every ounce of what I felt. "Okay," I murmured against her lips. "Let's do it. Let's get married in Maui."

I laughed softly, pulling her in close. "Let me at least make a few calls first."

She giggled, kissing me again before whispering, "I can't wait to be your wife."

"You already are." I said, kissing her forehead.

And in that moment, with the ocean singing in the background and the future sitting in her eyes, I knew this wasn't just a dream. It was real. It was us. Forever.

I stepped back inside the rental, heart racing like I'd just run a marathon. Beyoncé was still out on the balcony, sipping her juice and glowing like a damn goddess under the moonlight, completely calm... meanwhile, I was on the edge of losing it.