He shook his head. “No, in like a week or two. We gotta prioritize us.”
“Kay’s right, Jadey. You deserve some time to kick it with your man without the babies. Just let me know when, and I’ll roll out the red carpet for you guys,” Jazzy encouraged her. Jadey was going through the whole first-time mom frenzy, which had her acting the complete opposite of Britain.
Now with two kids, Britain was ready to be outside and turn up. While Jadey was counting down the seconds until she got back home to her babies, Britain was turned up, rapping along to Lil Baby’s song “Mrs. Trendsetter” back and forth with her husband. She desperately needed a break and was taking full advantage of tonight. Even Priest was turned up. I could tell being around his wife made him way more comfortable because he had a wide-ass smile on his face.
“Aye, whatever Brit on, you need to be on the same thing. You doing amazing with the twins. Take a night to say fuck them kids. You deserve that shit, Jadey,” I added, hoping to get her to loosen up. Kaymen confided in us about how hard postpartumwas hitting her. Her emotions were up and down, and she struggled with mom guilt a lot. We were all doing our part of assuring her that she was doing amazing, especially considering the fact that she was a first-time mother and of twins, no less.
A smile graced her face as she let her shoulders down a little. “Okay, you guys are right. But we’re out of here by eleven-thirty.”
“If you get as lit as Brit, Kay might have to carry your ass outta here.”
“Shit, I’m hoping that’s the plan.” He slapped her ass, prompting me and Jazzy to screw our face up at them.
“Y’all nasty,” my wife teased them.
“Nasty as fuck.” I fake gagged.
Jadey giggled while looking up at Kaymen all lovesick and shit.
“They working on another set of twins already.” J’Ru sighed deeply with a shake of his head. We all laughed while Kaymen stuck him the middle finger.
Me and my baby got a dance in, and it was safe to say she was feeling good as fuck tonight. She was throwing ass back left and right on a nigga, and I was catching that shit.
“Yo, get a fucking room!” Jersey screwed his face up at us.
“These married folks wildin’ tonight,” Diamond added. I couldn’t even lie. Us married folks were on one tonight. A night out seemed to be long overdue for all of us. We had kids, busy lives, and family shit we dealt with day in and day out. We needed some time just to hang and turn up.
I had Jazzy bent over, throwing her ass back. Britain was giving Priest a lap dance. Jadey had Kaymen pushed against the wall. J’Ru was tonguing Aja down, while Kross was slapping Remedy’s ass while she made it clap for him.
“Y’all worried about us? Look at those two over there.” Jazzlyn stood up straight before pointing at Moe and Angie.
They looked to be in their own little world. My nigga finally stopped acting like a little hoe, let his nuts hang, and bagged Angie. Shit was fresh between them. Moe never told us shit about what they had going on; however, my nosy ass always heard bits and pieces of conversation Angie had with my wife. My baby was like an old lady. She took all her phone calls on speaker. Angie was head over hills for that country-ass nigga, and I knew he felt the same based off how protective he was of her.
“Taylor and Cinco asses look like they recruiting,” I whispered in Jazzy’s ear, prompting her to bust out laughing.
“Ahk, you’re so fucking messy.”
They were in a section with some chick having a grand time. It wasn’t public knowledge that Taylor and Cinco were taking bitches down together; however, within our friend group, we all knew. It honestly wasn’t much of a shocker; Taylor was a wild card and lived life on the edge. I knew like hell to never ask my wife for a threesome. She was nothing like Taylor and would bust a cap in my ass.
“That’s their girlfriend,” she enlightened me with an amused look on her face.
I raised my brows, unsure if I heard my wife correctly. “Hold the fuck up. What you just say?”
She threw her head back in laughter. “I’m serious, Ahk. They’re in one of those poly relationships now. Your messy ass better not say nothing out of pocket to them either.”
“Ain’t shit messy ‘bout me. I just ask what everybody else thinking. He be fucking both of ’em?”
“Yup.”
“Damn. That nigga living the fucking dream.”
She moved so fucking quick that I ain’t even see the smack upside the head coming. “Tread lightly, nigga. Remember what I did to the last bitch who had your dick in her mouth.”
“Baby, I can’t forget that. You fucked Amina’s ass up. Fucked me up too. Had me icing my lip for two days.”
“Yeah, so don’t get to thinking like Cinco ‘cause I ain’t Taylor.” She shot me a threatening eye.
“Calm your little crazy ass down. You know you the only one my dick jump for. Plus, I ain’t ready to die. I’d rather play in traffic than with you,” I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around her before kissing her lips. She made sure to wipe her lip gloss from my lips before smiling at me. My wife wasn’t wrapped too tight, and no matter how scary that shit was, I also found it sexy as fuck. If I stared into her eyes deep enough and looked past how sultry and sexy they were, I could see the thin line she had between sane and fucking psychotic.
