“My bad, baby.” He smirked slowly. “Big Daddy sorry.”
I rolled my eyes. “Boy.”
“Nawl, come here.” His eyes dragged over me more slowly this time.
The way he looked at me still did something to my stomach every single time.
“I got a lot on my mind,” he added, licking his lips before glancing back toward the TV.
“Yeah, a lot that you can’t change,” I replied, setting the tray across his lap. “Now, are you trying to eat or nawl?”
His eyes dropped to the food, and a low whistle left him. I had made lemon ricotta pancakes topped with strawberries, turkey sausage, cheesy eggs with spinach folded into them, and some honey butter biscuits on the side.
“Damn,” he muttered. “You out here spoiling Big Daddy.”
“There you go with this Big Daddy stuff again.” I laughed, shaking my head.
“Ma, you know you like that shit.” He smirked before his eyes dropped to my lips. “Especially after I put yo’ lil’ ass through the counter.”
My cheeks instantly warmed.
“Kyrie,” I warned, fighting a smile.
“What?” he laughed low. “You were the one testing me.”
I shook my head and sat beside him on the bed. “You're so damn annoying.”
“But you like me, though.” His hand slowly slid across my thigh before lightly squeezing it. “That’s the problem,”
I tried to stay focused while feeding him, but his eyes stayed on me the whole time, making me nervous on purpose.
“You keep staring at me like that, and you're not going to eat,” I said.
“I can’t help it,” he replied. “You look good as hell this morning.”
I sucked my teeth, trying not to smile too hard while handing him another bite.
“Whatever.”
“Nawl, I’m serious.” His voice dropped lower this time. “Come closer.”
I shifted beside him and instantly felt his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me tighter against him.
“You clingy.” I laughed.
“And?” He shrugged. “You're my wife.”
The way he said it so naturally still caught me off guard at times. Trying to get my mind off him before he started something else, I changed the subject.
“Alexia called me crying last night.”
His brows instantly lifted.” The fuck is she calling you for?”
“She said her and Marcus got into it, and he put her out or something.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. But we started going back and forth because I asked her if she was really my friend, and she said you changed me. After that, I snapped at her and hung up.”
Kyrie laughed and shook his head. “I told you that bitch was jealous of you, ma.”
“I know.” I sighed. “And I’m finally starting to see it. I noticed little stuff before, but I kept trying to ignore it because we've been friends for so long.”
