“Do you think you’ll be moving out to L.A. full time now that y’all are official?”
“Mona!” I started to tell her that I wasn't, but then I really thought about it. No, I didn't want to completely move to the West Coast, but I wouldn't mind spending alotmore time there to be with Chase. Just like I read her like a book, Mona knew what I was thinking before I even thought it.
“Girl, I have a job! No, I’m not running off to California behind that man!”
“You don’t evenlikethat job!” she said making me shake my head. At least once a week, she was talking me out of quitting or doing some shit that would get me fired. I liked the fact that I wasgood at it, but I hated everything else about that place and had for a while.
“I mean…” My voice trailed off as I looked out the window. “You’re not wrong.”
“So youarethinking about it?” I could hear the gloominess in her voice. Her ass was so sensitive. She knew no matter what coast I was on, she would always be my other half.
“It will befine. You know I can’t stay away from home for too long, and you can come see me whenever… Girl, I don't even know if he would want me in his space like that.”
“Amaya.” She turned completely in her seat to give me a deadpan. “Girl, be for real! That man looks at you like your pussy is made of vibranium. He is head over heels for you.” I quickly whipped my head back to the two sleeping giants in the backseat before turning to shush her.
“Mona, relax. It’s not even like that. We’re really started.”
“It’sokayto have feelings for him, Amaya. It’s okay to want love. I know after everything that happened, you play it off and act like it’s not a big deal, but I know you.” I flared my nostrils, taking another peek to make sure Chase hadn’t woken up while she was cracking me open like an egg.
“Ireallylike him, MoMo,” I sighed.
“That’s okay,” she promised, grabbing my hand gently. “I’m not saying that you have to get married tomorrow. Just don’t run from it.”
“You sound like his ass,” I grumbled.
“And you know I’m right,” she said, giving me a warm smile. I squeezed her hand as we rode in silence. Our cute, heartfelt moment didn’t last too long because by the time we made it to my house, we were faced with the dilemma of trying to get Chase’s drunk ass inside.
“Babe,” I called, trying to sweet talk him back awake. He was conscious enough to swing his legs to the side, then he was out again. Tahmir was no help, because he was currently slumpedover, drooling on his window. “Wake up, please, we need to get you in the house.”
“I’m asleep,” he mumbled with his eyes closed. “I’ma sleep right here.”
“Baby,” I huffed again. “You gotta get up so we can go inside. Don’t you wanna sleep in the bed?”
“I wanna sleep with youuu,” he whined, falling forward and burying his face in my titties.
“Okay, well come on so we can go in the house and go to bed.” I slung his arm over my shoulder and pulled, getting absolutely nowhere. Mona grabbed his other arm and with a lot of effort, and even more cussing, we managed to get him to his feet, then damn near dragged him like a corpse into the house, dumping him on the couch and watching his head bounce off the pillow like a big ass basketball.
“These niggas are paying for my next chiropractor appointment,” Mona fussed as I walked her back to the door. “They aretoodamn big to be carrying!”
“Shit,” I sighed. “Do you need me to ride home with you to help Tahmir get in the house?” I asked.
“Hell no! His big grown ass is walking, or he can sleep in the truck! I'm not doing this twice in one night!”
“ThankGod!Because I’m gonna be the one needing Icy Hot tomorrow,” I huffed.
“Girl, you and me both,” she laughed.
By the time I watched her drive off and locked up, Chase was on the couch once again sleeping like he just finished an eighteen-hour shift on the farm. I let out a low cackle before deciding to leave his ass there, turning off the lights, and heading to the bathroom. I had just wrapped my hair up and got my clothes off when a dark looming figure in the doorway scared me so bad that all I could do was scream at the top of my lungs. Once I was done waking up everyone within a hundred-mile radius, I realized that it was just Chase’s ass standing there with a huge pout on his face.
“Why didn’t you wake me up so I could come get in the shower?”
“Nigga!” I fussed, “You scared the shit out of me! You were out! I tried to wake you up ten times to get you in the house. Now you got all the energy to get up and walk!” He didn’t reply, instead undressing so he could join me in the shower. He was still half gone, so I ended up bathing him and me too, but I didn’t mind it one bit. Once we were showered and finished the rest of our nightly routines, his ass flattened me before I could even process what was happening.
My weighted blanket was back, and I couldn’t have been happier.
“Are you mad at me?” he mumbled into my neck.
“Why would I be mad at you, Chase?” I chuckled, rubbing my hands over his waves through the du-rag he had on.
