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Since coming back from Orlando celebrating my birthday with the girls, things between Sincere and I had been pretty good for the most part. I think that time apart that we had from each other while I was away really did the both of us some justice. Even though I was having the time of my life in Orlando with my girls, I stilled missed my husband. The day I came back, Sincere and Niy greeted me at the door and the way they both hugged and attacked me, one would have thought that I was gone for a few months instead of a few days. Sincere’s and my wedding anniversary was coming up and I already knew that his sneaky ass had something planned. For one, he had been making little phone calls and whenever his phone rang around ne, he always stepped outside so that I wouldn’t hear what was going on. Most women would think that their man was creeping to go talk to another bitch but I knew my husband and I knew he wasn’t crazy enough to dare to cheat on me again.
Right now, I was in the living room with my daughter braiding her hair because she was going over to my mother’s house for the weekend. Sincere made sure that I talked to my mom to see if it was okay that Niy stayed with her until Monday. That was when I knew that my baby had something nice planned for me. Sincere’s and my anniversary wasn’t until Sunday so tomorrow, I needed to go get my hair, nails, feet, and eyebrows done so that I could look good for my baby.
“Mommy?” my daughter asked me, snapping me out of my zone.
“Yes Janiya?” I asked her, standing in front of her so that I could get an even part in the middle of her hair.
“Can Bria come with me tomorrow to grandma’s house?” she asked, looking up from her iPad.
“Yes, but I have to ask uncle Dontae and Auntie Breesha first,” I told her and she nodded her head.
I had another three braids left and then I heard the front door open. A few seconds later, my husband walked in and he looked good enough to eat. H e was sporting an all gray Nike sweat suit and the pants were slightly hanging off his ass, showcasing his white and red Polo boxers. On his feet were a pair of all-white Timberlands and he looked as if he just stepped out of the barber.
“Hey Daddy,” Janiya told Sincere, not looking up from her iPad.
“What’s up princess?” he asked going over to her and kissing her on her cheek and she smiled.
After he was finished, he stood behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. I felt so safe in his arms. At this point, nothing else mattered besides me and my family. I finished the last braid in Janiya’s hair and turned around to face Sin and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Where you been?” I asked him, cocking my head to the side.
“I swung by the studio right quick and I went to go get a haircut and shit,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “Where my kiss at?”
I puckered up my lips and planted a big, juicy kiss on his lips. I really loved my husband and I was planning on doing whatever it was that I had to do to make our marriage work. For the life of me, I didn’t want to be one of those nagging and aggravating ass wives towards Sincere; I just wanted more of his time. I honestly didn’t see the wrong or the harm when it came to that. I wasn’t saying that I wanted to be in his f
ace 24/7 but shit, at least half of that.
“What you about to do when you finish her hair?” Sincere asked me and I took a look at his dick print in his pants and I knew without a doubt what he was asking me for.
Smiling, I let my arms go from around his neck and shook my head. “Not right now Sin. I got you tonight.”
From the look on his face, I knew he wanted to say some slick shit but he just sucked his teeth and headed upstairs. Trust me, he was going to be okay!
Sincere
Nae’s and my anniversary was coming up Sunday and I had so much shit planned for us. It was hard trying to plan shit on the phone around the house because Nae’s ass didn’t miss shit. I already knew that she knew I was planning something for us, she just didn’t know what it was yet. I’m a man and I’ll admit that this last few months I hadn’t been the best husband towards my wife. Between letting the sun beat me home, to having Nae catch me all in another bitch’s face, to letting my anger get the best of me and accidentally laying hands on my wife. When Nae left for Orlando with her girls a few weeks back, I swear to God that that was a wakeup call for a nigga. Reality had really hit my ass those three days that she was gone and I knew without a doubt in my mind that I would be nothing without my wife. I now understood what it felt like to go to bed without lying next to your soulmate or without waking up next to them. That’s why I was going so hard right now, making sure that Nae and I had the perfect anniversary. I knew that Nae was going to go out and buy me something, but honestly I didn’t want any gifts that could be purchased. All I wanted was my wife.
Sunday Night
Today was the day. Three years ago on this very day, March 25, 2015, I married the love of my life. My high school sweetheart. My baby mama. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would become a one-woman man. Hell, when Nae and I first got together, I was still doing my share of cheating but the first time I witnessed Nae crying over my ass, when she was 16 years old, was when I started to get my shit under control a little better. At that moment, I knew without a doubt that her ass loved me because Nae never cried. Tonight was going to be perfect and I only hoped that after tonight, Nae would fully understand that I really was devoted to this marriage and that there wasn’t any other woman that I wanted besides my wife.
“Baby, how do I look?” Nae asked, coming from out of the bathroom. I had to do a double take because I didn’t know whether to jump on her ass because she looked so good and say fuck our plans or to tell her ass to change because I knew niggas was going to be staring at my shit all night. Nae was wearing a light mocha, black-trimmed V-neck bandage dress and I was able to see her perfect, perky breasts because the slit in her dress was so deep. She was wearing my favorite hairstyle that I loved for her to wear, which was a part down the middle with beach curls flowing down to the middle of her back. On her feet were a pair of nude Giuseppe Zanotti heels with the bronze metal flames on them. I ain’t trying to sound like no faggot, but those heels were bad as fuck. My wife was decked out in diamonds, with her hands and feet painted gold.
“Damn Nae, why you trying to fuck with a nigga head like that?” I asked her, walking over to her and placing my hands on her ass, grabbing both cheeks.
“I look good, huh?” my wife asked, with a smile showing off her dimples. My wife knew she was the shit. I blew her head up with compliments all the time so she knew she was giving these other Miami chicks a run for their money.
“You look damn good. Let’s go before we’re late,” I said, escorting her out of the room.
This was honestly the first time that I’d seen my wife all day because I had been ripping and running since this morning. Plus, she was out getting her hair and all of that other shit done. Five minutes later, we were in the car on our way to our destination.
“Sin baby, can you at least give me a hint as to where we’re going?” my wife asked me. She had been begging me to know the details of this trip since last week when she caught me on the phone. I knew Nae hated surprises but her ass was just going to have to deal with it because I was not about to let her fuck up the plans. I didn’t care how fine her ass looked in that dress.
“Nae, I ain’t telling you, so stop asking me that. Just relax baby,” I told her, placing my hand on her thigh and then squeezing it.
Reluctantly, she shook her head and didn’t say anything else about it. Forty-five minutes later, we were pulling up to Carnival cruise ships in downtown my Miami. I rented out a yacht for the two of us that was 50 feet long. Shit cost me a pretty penny but money wasn’t a problem and nothing was ever too expensive when it came down to my wife and my daughter. Looking out into the water from my car, I was able to see that there were another two yachts in the water as well. I drove around and parked the car, deaded the engine, and walked around to help my wife out. We walked hand in hand until we reached our yacht. We were met by our captain, Dennis, standing in front of it. Dennis was a white dude, maybe in his late forties, early fifties.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. O’Neal and happy anniversary,” he said and I said thank you while Nae smiled and shook her head shyly. I bet this man was standing here thinking that my wife was innocent and sweet but if he only knew the half.
