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applied some lotion. Finally, I slipped on the silk robe that Billionaire told me to put on.
Before I could make my way down the stairs, I called my mother, Naomi, and Twinkle back because all three of them had called to wish me a happy birthday. As I was wrapping up my phone call with Twinkle, I smelled breakfast cooking downstairs, and I laughed because I knew my husband wasn’t down there trying to cook me anything. Billionaire could do everything else in the world right besides cook a meal, but if he was cooking me something, I would still give him his credit because it was the thought that counts.
I made it into the kitchen, and Billionaire was sitting at the counter, talking to a chef. It was actually the chef who was throwing down. My stomach rumbled as I looked around and saw some of my favorite breakfast foods spread across the counter. There was French toast, which I loved, scrambled cheesy eggs, along with ham and peppers in the eggs, which resembled the omelets I liked. There were also grits, sausage, and all my favorite fruits.
The chef looked to have been in his thirties, and he was dressed in chef attire. He was a black guy, and from the way he and Billionaire were talking when I came down, I assumed that was one of his friends who I probably just hadn’t met. It just hit me right then that for all this food to have been prepared already, he had to have been there for a while. He probably heard me when Billionaire and I were upstairs, tussling around in bed.
“I’ll never let another nigga cook for my wife, but I know that this the only person who can cook all your favorite breakfast foods in a way that I can’t. This house would have been on fire if I fucked around and tried to throw down in here. This is CJ. Me and him went to school together. CJ, this is my wife, Normani,” Billionaire introduced us.
“Hey,” I softly said to his friend.
Billionaire knew so many people. I swear, every time we went somewhere, he introduced me to a homeboy he went way back with. Not only that, but he had a friend for everything. All his friends were hood as hell, but they were all so talented. Even right now, this food smelled phenomenal, and I couldn’t wait to dig in.
“What’s good? Happy birthday,” CJ said.
I thanked him and then walked over to my husband. Billionaire had changed, and he was now in a pair of black sweats that he was sagging in, so I could see the band of his polo briefs. He wore a black wife beater, which showed off his big muscles, and he was eyeing me down with so much lust in his eyes, that you would think he hadn’t just finished doing me upstairs in his bedroom. I tried to sit on the stool next to him, but he stopped me and pulled me into his lap. With both of my hands wrapped around his neck as I sat sideways on his lap, I kissed his lips.
“Thank you for this, baby,” I said to him.
Like always, he waved it off, like what he had just done wasn’t a big deal. After that, I looked from him to his chef friend and let out a nervous laugh.
“You think he heard me?” I whispered.
Billionaire smiled, flashing his dimples.
“He already told me that he had to put on his air pods to tune you out,” Billionaire said, followed by a laugh.
I playfully pushed his shoulders and went back to eyeing the delicious food that wasn’t too far from us. Almost five minutes later, the breakfast food was placed on the island, and my mouth watered as each dish was lowered onto the table. It was close enough for us to reach, so Billionaire fixed both of our plates. While Billionaire fixed our plates, his friend CJ stepped outside, I assumed to give us a little privacy.
While Billionaire and I were eating, we laughed with each other. He had me smiling so much that my cheeks hurt, and we were even feeding each other.
“This is what I miss. This is the Billionaire and Normani that I love. I haven’t been too fond of what we’ve become over the past few days. I miss the days when I could be around you and just be helplessly in love with you,” I told my husband after we finished eating.
I was still sitting on his lap, and his hands were wrapped around me, holding onto me by the front of my stomach. Billionaire released a sigh, and then he untied my robe from the front, and his cold hands went under it. Because the only thing I had on was my underwear, he slipped his hands inside and massaged my stomach. I threw my head back against his chest as I listened to what he was about to say next.
“I think you got it set in your mind that I’m your enemy when I’m not. The shit that you’re going through with your dad, you probably feel like you gotta have your guard up when it comes to people, but I’m your husband, ma, you ain’t gotta have no defenses up when it comes to me. Everything I do, every fucking move that I make is for the betterment of you and my kids. I got this thing about me, where I always feel like I gotta protect the ones t I love.
You are a nigga’s fuckin’ soft spot. You mean too much to me, so at times, Ima protect you a little bit more than I would anyone else. Normani, you got my fuckin’ heart right in the palm of yo’ hands, so I’m delicate as fuck when it comes to you. I’m so overprotective of you that I don’t even like you driving in the rain, and you know that shit. I know you hate when I say this, but you’re sensitive as fuck, ma. You’ve been like that since I met you, but the shit done multiplied times ten since the pregnancy, so in order to keep your emotions intact, I be trying to keep the drama and any shit that’s going to bring you pain to a minimum.
“Now that I sit back and evaluate the shit, I see where a nigga was wrong. When it comes to you, I want to be all up in your fuckin’ business, so it’s only right that I let you know what’s going on at all times with me too. The night that nigga pulled a gun on me, I just knew that if I told you that shit, you would react in a bad way. Thinking I’m doing the right thing by not telling you because I don’t want my pregnant wife stressing backfired on me, and for that, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not telling you that I went to the church and paid your ole boy a visit. Although, in my defense, I was going to tell you anyway. I just needed to get some pussy first,” he said.
His hands traveled upward, and he started to massage my nipples. I smiled at his choice of words because it meant a lot to hear my husband apologize. That was like pulling teeth with him.
“Also, for embarrassing me yesterday on the phone,” I added. He groaned at that while he finished toying with my nipples.
“Nah, because you started that shit. Your turn. You gotta apologize to big daddy too. You hurt my feelings too, ma,” he said and put a fake frown on his handsome face.
I laughed, not thinking he was serious.
“What do I have to apologize for? I didn’t even do anything. You’re the one who was keeping secrets from me,” I said before leaning in to kiss him some more. He had this lustful look in his eyes like he was ready for part two of what we had just done upstairs in the room.
“Just like a woman to not see the shit they did. I guess you forgot that you ain’t been fuckin’ with me in almost a week. You slept your ass on the couch last night, and I had to come down here and get you at three in the morning. Let me have done some shit like that, and I would have been the dirtiest nigga in the world,” he said.
I rolled my eyes as I listened to him talk. He was steadily trying to remove my robe, but I was knocking his hands out the way because I didn’t want his friend to walk in on us.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you and for everything else. I just be wanting a break from you sometimes because you be pushing me there, Billionaire. I swear I never used to curse before I met you. You got me cursing, and I know for a fact that if I wasn’t pregnant, I would have been walking around here drinking and more than likely smoking with you,” I told him, and then I stood up and tied my robe back.
Billionaire eyed me and then pulled me back into his embrace.
