My bottom lip curled, and my eyes glossed again. Knowing I was on the verge of crying again was amusing to him. He opened his arms back up for me to fall into his chest.
“Why do you keep doing this to me? You know I don’t like crying.”
“I know I tell you this shit all the time, but I need you to understand how much I love you, Jazzy. You becoming my wife just adds another layer of responsibility on me that I’m blessed to take on. I meant every word I said in my vows to you today. I’m gone love you, respect you, and protect you until I have no more breath in my body. Then in the fucking afterlife, I’m gone do the same shit until we get reincarnated into some birds or some shit.”
I giggled because my baby loved to go on a tangent about the afterlife and reincarnation whenever I’d let him.
“I meant everything I said to you in my vows too, baby. This shit is forever.” I wrapped my arms around his neck before pressing my lips against his.
This wasn’t no newlyweds bliss. This shit was constant with Ahkeem. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world.
“Forever, Mrs. Hendrix?”
“Forever, Mr. Hendrix.”
Chapter Two
AHKEEM
Wakingup in Anguilla next to my wife had me feeling like that nigga! Life couldn’t get any better. In my eyes, Jazzlyn was the baddest chick in the whole world. Not even Beyoncé had shit on my baby! She was about her family, her paper, and most importantly, she loved my son like she birthed him.
I knew I had to make Jazzlyn my wife a year ago. We weren’t in the best spot in our relationship, and work had gotten in the way. I was running a fucking empire handed down from Priest, J’Ru and Kaymen themselves. They handed that shit to me with a fucking bow; however, it was my job to not only maintain it but also take it to new heights. I was working on trying to take this shit global and lost sight of what really mattered. Jazzlyn had tunnel vision on her career with the club and opening her boutique, so we weren’t seeing eye to eye. Our wires had gotten crossed, causing our ambitions to put a wedge between us, and I left for a business trip without even telling her.
It wasn’t until she flew her crazy ass to fucking Columbia behind me and crashed my meeting with my plug Roberto Colon, who I was trying to connect with. That day, I realized the lengths she would go to to make me understand that it was me and her until the very fucking end. She didn’t give a fuck that shehad niggas with guns and red beams all over her since nobody knew who the fuck she was except my crew and the security I rolled with. Thinking back to it, I should’ve known her ass was crazy as fuck right then and there.
“Don’t ever in your fucking life make me feel like this shit is more important than you and me. Handle your fucking business, but after that, we lock back into us. Do you fucking understand?” She pointed her nail in my face as she peered down at me.
“Damn! I hear you, Lovey.” I leaned back in my seat, a smirk pulling onto my lips. She was always one to cause fucking commotion. She did whatever to get her point across. I told Roberto’s men to stand down and get them fucking red beams off my baby. I pulled her down on my lap and continued my meeting, closing the deal with Roberto to move his shit through the States.
Roberto admired that I had a strong-ass chick on my arm and knew I had my head screwed on straight because Jazzlyn didn’t seem like the type of chick to let me fuck up.
Now, with a rock on her finger and my last name, I knew she wasn’t letting shit slide, and I honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way. I got so lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize she had woken up too. It wasn’t until she ducked her head underneath the duvet and wrapped her hand around my dick that I noticed she was up. Once I felt her jaws, I howled out a moan before looking up at the skies to thank God.
“Good morning to you too, Lovey.”
She couldn’t respond verbally because her mouth was filled with my morning wood, but the gags and moans she crooned out were like music to my ears. She didn’t stop sucking me off until my toes fucking curled and our kids traveled down her throat.
“Fuck. This the type of timing you on?” I heaved out through my labored breaths.
She popped up from underneath the covers, using the back of her hand to wipe some of my nut and her spit that was around her mouth. “It’s our last night. We have to end it with a bang.”
“So, you start the morning with my dick in your mouth?”
She turned her lip up at me. “Nigga, you complaining?”
“Hell nah,” I laughed. I wrapped my hand around her neck, pulling her down to shove my tongue down her throat. “I can get used to this shit. My wife really one of them ones. I’m a lucky motherfucka’.”
“As long as you know.” She smirked as we parted from the kiss.
As we did every morning, we prayed together. Jazzlyn wasn’t religious at all when we first started fucking around, so I slowly introduced her to my faith. I never wanted to pressure her, so she really made her own personal connection with God. We weren’t perfect by far, and we were still learning, but it was something we did together, and it really did help us become one.
After our prayer, she started up our daily FaceTime call with my son Saphir. I arranged for his mother, Brooke, to pick him up from Priest and Britain’s crib while Jazzy and I flew to Anguilla. The dynamic between Brooke, Jazzy, and me was rocky as fuck. My baby mother wasn’t the easiest to deal with, and her lack of maturity showed each time she fussed about Jazzlyn actually giving a fuck about our son. Saphir absolutely adored my wife, and I was blessed that she loved him wholeheartedly. Brooke, on the other hand, claimed that Jazzlyn was always overstepping and didn’t know her place.
The call was answered, and I saw my son’s handsome face fill the screen. “What’s up, Blue?”
I nicknamed him Blue because his name was a play on my and his mother’s birthstone, the sapphire.
“Hi, Daddy! When are you and Jazzy coming home?” He’d been asking us the same shit since we touched down in Anguilla a week ago.
