Page 37 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“’Cause I want to.”

She shook her head, but she stopped arguing, letting herself relax against my chest.

I looked down at her and smiled.

“You ain't gotta do everything by yourself no more, ma.”

She looked up at me, her eyes soft.

“I know.”

“Good.”

Holding her a little tighter, I carried her down the hallway toward our bedroom, not taking my eyes off her once.

I carried her through the doorway and nudged the bedroom door shut behind us with my foot.

She laughed when I still didn't put her down.

“Kyrie…”

“What?”

“I told you I can walk.”

“I know.”

“Then why you still carrying me?”

I looked down at her and smirked.

“’Cause I want to.”

She rolled her eyes, but she didn't argue again. Instead, she rested her head against my chest, and I held her a little tighter before finally setting her down on the edge of the bed.

My hands stayed on her waist a second longer than they needed to. She looked up at me, and for a minute, neither of us said anything.

Damn… Every time I looked at her, that same thought hit me all over again. She was my wife. And she was carrying our baby. I still couldn't believe that shit.

“You know what you do to me?” I asked, my voice coming out rougher than I meant it to.

She tilted her head.

“What?”

“Everything.”

My thumb brushed across her cheek before sliding along her jaw.

“You got me out here losing my damn mind, ma.”

A smile spread across her face.

“You always losing your mind.”

“Nawl.” I chuckled, stepping between her legs. “This different.”

She searched my face for a second.