Page 192 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“I'm back.”

Sianni pulled back and looked at me, that big-ass smile still on her face.

“So, when do you go back?”

“Soon. They starting me off with some restrictions, though.”

Her smile slipped a little.

“And you’re going to listen, right?”

I stared at her.

“Kyrie.”

“What?”

“That wasn't a hard question.”

“I'm listening.”

“That is not what I asked.”

I laughed and tightened my arms around her waist.

“Damn, ma. Let me enjoy my moment before you start nagging.”

“I'm not nagging. Your ass just thinks because they cleared you, you can go out there and start doing whatever you want.”

“I know my body.”

“And the doctors know their jobs.”

I sucked my teeth.

“Whose side you on?”

“Yours.” She poked me in the chest. “Which is why I don't want your hardheaded ass right back where you started.”

I looked at her for a second before nodding.

“Aight. I'll listen.”

Her eyebrow lifted.

“For real.”

“Thank you.”

She leaned in and kissed me. My hand slid around her waist, keeping her right where she was.

“You know what this means, though?” I asked.

“What?”

“Your man finna be back out there, looking good as fuck in that uniform.”

Sianni immediately rolled her eyes.