Page 154 of Heart Of A Goon II

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I held my baby’s Birkin as I jogged down the steps of the jet. We were back in the states, and I couldn’t front, I wanted to stay back in Jamaica a bit longer. The weeks we spent there were well needed.

Boobie had so much fun that she didn’t even miss Christmas. I was worried that she would miss celebrating it, but she didn’t mention shit to me. I wanted her to be sure this was something that she wanted. Our children would be raised like Capp and Alaia without Christmas.

I wasn’t going to make it special by giving them gifts because we didn’t celebrate the holiday. I respected how Capp and Alaia stood firm on that with their kids. His family wasn’t Muslim, so they went all out for the holidays. Rather than them tell their family to change, they removed themselves out the equation, which earned my respect.

Eid was the time to get gifts and celebrate with our family. I wanted her to get a taste of what holidays would look like for us. Her family still celebrated Christmas. That wasn’t to say that we wouldn’t spend it with them.

Shit got trickier when kids came into play.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Wraithe,” the attendant took my duffle bag and handed me the keys.

Zoya had a blanket wrapped around her, and a cup in her hand. She couldn’t stop spitting. We had an appointment for the doctor so we could check in on the baby. With us being home, we could get her a regular doctor up until she was ready to give birth.

“A Rolls Royce… fancy, Pumpkin.” I reached for her hand when she got to the bottom.

I held the door opened for her, and because she was nosey, she stopped short. “Gerald… this is mine?”

The license plate saying Mrs. Wife Lady was on the back. She didn’t give a damn about the blanket or the cup in her hand, as she looked at the two-toned Rolls Royce Wraith. The black and gun metal made the shit look so sleek and regal.

She pushed the blanket and cup into the man’s hand and jumped into my arm. I kissed her lips as I held her. I loved that she never doubted if I could hold her.

“For me.”

“You told me don’t make you a Wraithe, unless I put you in a Wraith. My dear, I make shit happen when it comes to you.”

She kissed my lips. “And the brownstone in Brooklyn?”

I kissed her lips, slapping her ass. “We not living in Brooklyn, Boobie… I said what I said.”

The Zoya I had first met would have wanted to get down and pouted. She kissed my lips. “Okay.”

I wanted my family far removed from the city. Buying our forever home wasn’t on the top of my list because we had a bunch of other shit to handle. When we got to it, we wouldn’t be living in the damn city, I could promise that.

Boobie finally got down and went to look in the inside and squealed. “A baby chair.”

“Car seat, Ma’am… it’s not buckled in,” the attendant corrected.

“Baby not here, so we good.”

I held the door for her, as she climbed in so excited. Between her ring and this car, I knew she was gonna suck my dick and swallow me. Zoya loved sucking dick and woke me up with my dick in her mouth.

When you kept your promises, were intentional and your girl felt safe with you, you woke up to head. We switched from the resort to a villa that was a little further out of town. I’d be cooking and my baby would pull my shorts down and take me in her mouth.

Shit, she was making those runny ass eggs, and I pulled her slip up and ate her pussy right in the kitchen. If she wasn’t pregnant before, she would have been with the amount of times I had cum in her mouth and inside of her.

Moms decided to stay in Jamaica, and I moved her to a villa in the same area. She wanted more time, and Maxine said she would stay with her. Their relationship had always been complicated. There had been times when they didn’t speak, and then when they needed each other, they would be there.

I didn’t try and understand what they had, because some things weren’t meant for me to understand. All I knew is that my mother wanted to spend more time home, and I was going to allow that for her.

I grabbed Boobie’s hand and looked at the ring, kissing the back of her hand. “Love you, Baby.”

“I love you, Pumpkin… I’m so scared.”

“Tell me why?”