Jazzlyn laughed as she rested her head on my chest. “We’ll be home tomorrow morning.”
“Yes! Can I come over to you guys’ house?”
I hated telling my son no, but based off the terms of our custody agreement, I wouldn’t be due to see him until next week. “Nah, Blue. You’ll get to see us next week. Remember this your mama’s week with you.”
“Please, Daddy… I miss you guys.” His brown eyes dropped as he stuck his bottom lip out. The shit hurt me to my core, but it was out of my hands.
“We know you miss us, and we miss you too, Blue, but we have to be fair to your mama. She needs some Blue time too.“ Jazzlyn stepped in. I could always count on my baby to know what to say when I was drawing blanks.
“Saphie, who are you on the phone with?” we overheard Brooke ask in the background.
I peeped Jazzlyn roll her eyes before she lifted my hand and moved over so she wouldn’t be in the camera frame when Brooke decided to pop up.
“My daddy and Jazzy. They say they’re coming home tomorrow. Can I please go see them?”
Brooke snatched my son’s phone so fucking fast, and all I saw was her face fill the screen with a glare. “You know the damn agreement, Ahkeem. Don’t fill his head up with shit knowing it’s one week on and one week off.”
“Yo, I ain’t even say shit. I told him he’ll see me next week, and my wife explained to him that he needs to spend his week with you.”
“So, why is he asking to go over to your house when you come back?” She screwed her face up as if I was bullshitting her.
“I don’t fucking know, Brooke. My son is smart and got a mind of his own. I respected the custody agreement and told him no. What we doing all this back and forth for?”
“Well, you can talk to him on your week.” She rolled her eyes before ending the call on me.
This shit with her was getting real fucking old. All I wanted to do was be there for my son, and shorty always found a fucking problem, no matter what I did.
“I’m getting real tired of her stupid ass,” I muttered while tossing my phone to the other side of the bed.
“You should’ve known better than to mention me.”
I smacked my lips. “Man, it shouldn’t even be like that. She needs to grow the fuck up.”
She grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me. I could tell she wanted to cheer me up because she peeped Brooke killed my fucking vibe early this morning. “It’s alright. Just thirteen more years.”
“That shit supposed to make me feel better?”
With laughter, she shrugged her shoulders. “Better than eighteen years.”
“You right.”
After some morning sex, we got ready for the day. My baby was so geeked that I packed us some matching outfits. She was all about looking good and coordinating, so with the help of Taylor, I made sure to make it happen for her. I was fitted in a crimson red linen set that consisted of a pair of shorts and short sleeve button down. It matched perfectly with Lovey’s sun dress that was backless and showed off her sexy and toned back. She had her hair pulled up just the way I liked it. The tan she got from the blazing Anguilla sun was doing her right. She looked golden.
“What are the plans when we get back home?” she asked me before feeding me some of her eggs off her plate.
We absolutely needed to start the day with breakfast. If we didn’t, she would be pissed all damn day.
“I should be asking you. The clubs going good?”
“They’re great. Still looking for the perfect location in Vegas. I think I may have to fly out there in the coming weeks.”
“Need me to come with you?”
“You gone let me focus?”
I reached under the table and gripped her thigh, prompting her to laugh.
“See! No, you can’t come.”
