“You ain’t ever gonna leave me, right?”
She shook her head. “Never.”
“I love you, my baby. I’m about to cum. Is it okay if I cum inside my pussy?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Moolah grunted as he dropped off every one of his kids inside her. He kissed her passionately before he rolled off her and went to the bathroom to clean himself up and get her a towel.
Once they were cleaned up and back in bed, Moolah held her close. Just before she drifted off to sleep, he said, “We wakin’ up early in the morning. I want to take a birthday trip.”
Iskyiah didn’t question it. She simply snuggled closer to him and fell asleep. He grinned. That was his baby.
“Montana?” Iskyiah asked with a frown on her face for the hundredth time.
Moolah flicked her thigh. “Hush up, now.”
She giggled. “You sound country as hell.”
Moolah shook his head and went back to looking out the window. Brooke sat in between them, playing on her iPad.
When Moolah told her last night that he wanted to go somewhere for his birthday, she assumed they would go back to a place like they stayed in Cali. Not to his uncle’s farm in Montana. The same farm he didn’t even want to move to all those years ago.
From what she could see, Montana was a dull ass state, but she wasn’t complaining. Well, maybe a little, but that was mostly because she was grumpy from being hungover.
Iskyiah spotted a farm, and she instantly knew it was Uncle Marlon’s farm. It was bigger than the other farms they’d passed.Moolah didn’t get that ‘being extra’ gene from nobody. His uncle was as extra as they came and never did anything half assed.
The driver—a new one from the night before—pulled up a long, wooded driveway before the car stopped.
Moolah got out first and then went around the car to let Iskyiah and Brooke out while the driver got their bags.
As soon as she was out of the car, Iskyiah took in a deep breath of fresh air and stretched. A yawn quickly followed.
Moolah eyed her.
“What?” she asked.
“Yo’ ass shouldn’t have been drinkin’ so damn much last night.”
Iskyiah punched him on the arm lightly. “Shush. It’s my man’s birthday, which means it’s my birthday. I had every right to turn up.”
Moolah shook his head, but Iskyiah saw a ghost of a smile on his face.
Brooke grabbed Iskyiah’s hand as they walked toward the front door. “Mommy, you’re drunk?”
Brooke looked up at her with wide eyes. Iskyiah snickered. She had put her party hat down once she got pregnant with Brooke, so Iskyiah being hungover was a surprise to the young girl.
“Not no more, baby.”
Brooke opened her mouth to ask more questions, no doubt, but thankfully, the door swung open, and Marlon stepped out onto the long wraparound porch. The last thing Iskyiah wanted to do was talk to her daughter about turning up.
“Iskyiah Nathans,” Marlon said with a wide smile on his face.
She beamed at him. “Uncle Marlon.” The older man held his arms out wide for her. Iskyiah walked right into them. When she was young, she used to love hanging out at Uncle Marlon’s house. He treated her like his daughter, and she had alwaysloved him like a father. They kept in touch over the years through social media, but she hadn’t seen him in two decades. When she stepped back from the embrace, she held his arms out and said, “You look good, old man.”
“Don’t I though? And who’s this?” he asked. His eyes found Brooke, who waved shyly at him.
“This is my daughter, Brooke.”
