“Of course it is, love,” he said as he placed it around my neck.
The cold metal hit my chest and calmed me down a lil’ bit.
“Love, thank you, baby, I?—”
He cut me off. “This is just the start, baby, you dealt with a clown,” he said as I wrapped my arms around his neck before he continued. “I’m the reason why you never settled for that nigga.”
A smile never left my face; I felt everything that he was saying.
“You are not working tomorrow,” he said. “I got you for the day.”
“What do you have planned?” I asked, not even caring what it was for real.
“The rest of your life.”
Chapter 26
The Good
It felt so good to sleep in Love’s arms, but I still woke up early outta habit. I made myself some coffee and stood by the window watching the sun taking over his penthouse while the city hummed below us.
I went and checked on Love and saw that he was still asleep. I smiled and walked out of the room and did what I do best for my nigga.
Cook.
I went to his fridge and got started on some pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast when I heard the bedroom door open.
I checked my reflection in the fridge, made sure my hair wasn’t all over the place, for when he smiled at me coming around the corner.
“Good morning, baby,” he said, spreading his arms wide.
I walked over and hugged him back.
“Good morning, Love.”
He kissed me, then looked over my head at the food on the table.
“Wow,” he said, walking around to see it better.
“It’s not much,” I said, standing back watching him. “I just wanted you to wake up to something.”
Love smirked and looked at me. “Baby, waking up to you is enough; this is just icing on the cake.”
Love pulled the chair out for me, and I went over and joined him.
He didn’t rush to eat. He sat back for a second, just looking at me… like he was studying me in a way that made my stomach twist a lil’ bit.
“You like taking care of your nigga?”
I nodded. “I do.”
I nodded while taking a sip of his drink. “Good.”
We ate, talking between bites. Nothing too heavy. Just small shit, but it felt easy, it felt normal, it felt… lit, it was supposed to be. I told him about my patients, the ones that had me fucked up and the ones that made my day. He listened, really listened, not just nodding to move the convo along.
His phone rang a few times while we ate; he glanced at the phone and ignored it.
I smirked.
