“I’m trying to put in work with you, Lovey. Let’s just get Baby Hendrix out the way now.” I licked my lips, tempting her.
She shifted in her seat a little bit before shaking her head. “Ahk, not now. Just give me some time.”
“How much time we talking?” I raised a brow at her.
Baby talk always had her ready to just shut down and lock her pussy up. We had a five-year age difference, and with me hitting thirty, I was ready to give Saphir some siblings. Whenever we talked about kids, she liked to beat around the bush, so I could never gage where her head was at.
“Five… maybe ten years.”
My eyes widened at the thought of waiting ten years to have her walking around with my seed inside of her. “You want to give me a newborn at forty?”
“I thought that shit didn’t matter to niggas. My daddy had me when he was old as fuck.”
“You remember playing with him or spending time with his old ass?”
She shook her head, proving my point. “But that was because he wasn’t shit. The most I saw him was when he was beating Sylvia’s ass or trying to put his hands on PJ.”
My baby could trauma dump at the drop of a dime. It wasn’t her fault. She just said whatever came to mind.
“That ain’t the point, Lovey. I think ten years too long. I’m trying to get you off birth control by next year.” My time frame damn near made her choke on her mimosa. I had to reach over and tap her back just to ease her coughing.
Using the table napkin, she dabbed her eyes before a tear slipped and ruined her makeup.
She looked at me with terror masking her face. “A year?”
“Too soon?”
“Way too soon.” Upon hearing her response, I let out a deep sigh. She could sense the defeat that weighed down on me, which prompted her to get out of her seat and make her way to my lap.
She kissed my lips a few times until she got a smirk out of me. “Let me open up Reign in Vegas and Kinza in Brooklyn. Then I’ll get off the pill, and you can have your big-headed-ass baby.”
“You and your brother walk around with them big-ass domes on your shoulders, and you think I’m gone be the reason our baby got a big-ass head?” I snorted a laugh.
She waved me off with a laugh, and we continued breakfast.
Anguilla was beautiful. We spent the last day relaxing, and we got around to enjoying some of the excursions our resort offered, like jet-skiing and snorkeling.
We touched back down in the city, and shit was back to the regular program.
“My boy came back with a motherfuckin’ tan.” Jersey dapped me up.
I laughed. “I needed that fucking honeymoon, man.”
Jersey was my guy who I grew up with. Our mothers were best friends until my mother died of cancer. We didn’t like each other at first and felt like our mothers were forcing us to be cool with one another because they were close, but after a while, thatnigga grew on me. We got into everything together. It was safe to say that if I was rocking, he was rolling.
“I bet. How’s the wife?”
“Planning our next vacation already. I spoiled her ass a little too much.”
“She running them fucking pockets.”
“Son, that girl don’t know what a fucking budget is.” I shook my head.
My baby was spoiled through and through. She went from her brother making sure she had everything under the sun to providing it for herself, and now that she was my wife, she expected queen treatment from me. I knew the type of woman I made my wife, so I gave my card up each time, no questions asked.
Jersey laughed while taking a seat across from me. “That’s why we gotta keep the city on lock. We got paid a little visit while you were away.”
I watched him pull out his phone and tap the screen a few times. He then handed it over to me. My heart dropped at the sight of one of my soldiers’ obituary on the screen. Nymir was a young cat with a lot of heart. I had put him on about two years ago. He was starting off small, but that shit ain’t matter to him since all he wanted to do was provide for his grandmother. Seeing his picture photoshopped with some angel wings just didn’t sit right with me.
