Page 68 of Book Bae

“Did I hear that you two have settled on a name?”

“Yes. Malaika Kioni,” Myraj stated confidently.

“That is such a beautiful name for a beautiful baby,” Nurse Mills stated.

“Thank you,” we replied.

“Micaiah, thank you for giving me the perfect and precious gift of our baby and for making my dreams come true.”

“You just made life that much better for me, and I didn’t think it could get any better than it was for Malachi and me, but you and my daughter are the gifts that complete my family.”

“Speaking of gifts, it’s time to move on,” Nurse Mills declared.

Another nurse came and took Malaika Kioni from my arms and placed her back in the incubator after Myraj gave her another kiss.

Sadness settled on my woman again as I stood and moved behind her wheelchair as she said her final goodbyes to our daughter.

Nurse Mills walked ahead of us, and after we left out of the NICU, we took a left turn, and Nurse Mills opened a set of doors.

“What’s going on? What’s this?”

We stepped into a larger suite, complete with marble floors, flat screen TVs, a desktop computer, a dedicated chef, a room, a bathroom, and a living suite for our family.

“This is your new suite that will allow you to stay in close contact with Malaika Kioni. You will have a three to one nurse ratio, iPad monitoring systems, and dining station,” Nurse Mills explained.

“We’ll be staying here for the foreseeable future, and Malachi will be coming up to visit us in a couple of days.”

“Are you serious, Micaiah?” she asked with joy in her eyes and voice.

“Yes, baby.”

“But how?” She looked between Nurse Mills and me.

“Thanks to Micaiah’s donation and your mother’s position here at the hospital, it’s been arranged for you to remain here for as long as your daughter is here,” Nurse Mills answered.

I smiled as Myraj lowered her face to her hands and sobbed joyfully. I kneeled before the wheelchair and pulled her hands back. “Hey, you’re ruining my reputation and making me break all my promises to my daughter, and she’s just a week old.”

Myraj laughed and cried. “You shouldn’t be so sweet, and you wouldn’t have to worry about catching my teardrops before they fall. If you weren’t so sweet, I wouldn’t be crying all the time at your amazing generosity.”

“If I wasn’t so sweet, you’d be crying over a broken heart, and I’m not that guy.”

“You’re right. Thank you so much, baby, for everything that you do for me.”

“You’re worth everything that I do and much more. I’d do anything for you, Myraj. I told you that. You’re my queen.”

“I’ll leave the two of you alone to become acclimated with your suite. Micaiah has already had a tour, Myraj, so he should be able to answer any questions. If not, you all can buzz us using that buzzer right there on the wall or picking up any phone in the suite and dialing zero,” Nurse Mills explained.

She walked out, and I lifted Myraj in my arms.

“I love you, girl, and your past may have been bitter, but your future is about to be sweet.”

TWO & A HALF MONTHS LATER – NOVEMBER 30TH

“Ahhh. Mm. Just like that,” I whimpered as Micaiah gave me deep back shots. I was thankful for the villa he rented out for us, because it allowed us to be in a separate section from the kids, and no one could hear my screams and moans.

He pulled out and thrust back in me deep again as my pussy spread wide around him. I felt his hands grip my ass and spread them apart before I felt the warmth of his spit pooling there. He spread my hole wide and slipped his thumb inside.

“Ohh, Micaiah. That feels soooo good.”