Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
Her pops found me outside, chillin’ by the grill with a drink in my hand and a hoodie pulled over my head. I was letting the smoke do its thing, gettin’ the lamb chops right while everybody inside bounced between the kitchen and the living room, voices loud and love even louder.
“Lucky,” her pops said, that voice calm but firm like always. I turned to him, giving a nod as he came up beside me. He wasn’t the type to waste words, so when he stood there for a second just watching the flames, I already knew he was ‘bout to drop something.
“She know her granddaddy coming?” he asked, eyes still on the grill.
I looked at him sideways. “Nah, she don’t.”
He let out a breath through his nose, lips tightening just a little. “Aight, I just didn’t wanna blindside her.”
“Nah, I get it,” I said. “She good, though.”
He finally looked at me then. “You let me know if you need me to intercept, alright? He not gon’ bring no drama, but still… it’s been a long time.”
I nodded, tapping his shoulder once. “I appreciate that, Pops.”
We went quiet again for a moment, then I turned to him with a small grin. “Speakin’ of surprises…”
He raised a brow.
“She finna make you a granddaddy again.”
He blinked. “Again?”
I laughed, pulling the lamb off the grill with tongs and setting it on the tray. “Twins this time.”
He stared at me for a second, then ran a hand down his beard. “You serious?”
“Dead.”
He let out a low whistle and shook his head with a grin that mirrored Jream’s a little too much. “Boy… you and these damn babies.”
“I can’t help it,” I smirked. “She keeps throwin’ that love on me and I keep catchin’ it. What you want me to do?”
He laughed from his chest, then clapped my shoulder. “Alright then. I’ll keep your secret… for now but I want front row when you tell her granddaddy.”
“Oh, trust,” I said, flipping the last piece of lamb. “It’s gon’ be a whole show.”
I made my way back into the house, the smell of brown butter and sweet potato soufflé hitting me in the face soon as I opened the sliding glass door.
The living room was full; Ms. Norma laughing with Monee while Zayne tried to stop Minnie from damn near rollin’ off the blanket on the floor.
My brother Marlon had his two boys on kid patrol, running behind Zoe, who was busy tryna feed Lucky Jr. some of her chips, but I was looking for one person.
I ducked past the kitchen, giving my pops a nod as he stirred the collards with one hand and held a cup of sweet tea in the other like a true Southern OG.
Jream wasn’t in the bedroom, but I could hear movement in the bathroom, so I pushed the door open just enough to see her standing in front of the mirror, fresh out the shower, lotioning up her thighs in one of my tees.
She looked over her shoulder, and the second our eyes met, everything around me faded into static.
She bit her lip a little, eyes dropping down to my sweats before coming back up slowly. “Lock the door,” she said, softly.
I didn’t say a word. I reached back and turned the lock.
Click.
She turned fully now, still rubbing lotion on her belly like she didn’t just set the whole bathroom on fire. “You gon’ just stand there?”
I walked in slowly, hands already itching. “You look good as fuck. What you expect me to do?”
She smirked, stepping toward me. “Exactly what you ‘bout to do.”
Her hands were already on my waistband before I even got my grip right. Quick, hungry, like we were both holding back all damn day.
She leaned up, lips brushing mine but not quite kissing yet. “You got ten minutes before somebody come knockin’.”
“I only need five.”
She laughed low in her throat, and I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed that sound right outta her. Deep, messy, the kind that curled toes and made knees weak. I backed her up against the counter, lifting her onto it like it was nothin’. Her legs wrapped around me fast like muscle memory.
“Shhh,” she whispered, trying to quiet her moan when I slid her panties to the side and pushed in slow. Her head fell back, mouth open.
I kissed her neck, her collarbone, anywhere my lips could land. “Still my baby,” I murmured.
“Always,” she whispered, hands digging into my shoulders like she was trying to anchor herself.
The rhythm was fast and desperate. We didn’t have time to draw it out. We both knew the house was full, but in that moment, the world was just us, the mirror fogging up, and the sound of skin against skin like a drumbeat.
“Look at me,” I told her, grabbing her chin gently. “Let me see that pretty face when you cum.”
She did.
Eyes locked on mine, lips trembling, she came so soft and deep it stole the breath from both of us.
I wasn’t far behind. I groaned low against her shoulder, my whole body tightening as I nutted into the woman I couldn’t get enough of.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, both of us catching our breath, heartbeats still wild.
I didn’t pull all the way out yet, and she already had that satisfied smirk on her face, the one that makes my chest feel like it’s got its own heartbeat. I rested my forehead against hers, both of us still breathing like we ran a sprint.
“I needed that,” she whispered, voice all soft and smug like she didn’t just nearly knock the soul up outta me in under ten minutes.
“Nah, I needed that,” I said, pressing one more kiss to her mouth before I finally pulled back slow. She winced a little, legs still wrapped around my waist like she didn’t wanna let go. I gently untangled her, grabbing a towel and running some water to clean us both up real quick.
She hopped off the counter, cheeks flushed, still glowing like she wasn’t three months postpartum and carrying two more on top of that.
I watched her catch her reflection in the mirror; no makeup, silk press pushed back, skin all warm and flushed and her eyes softened like she was just now seeing what I saw.
“You’re real fine, Mrs. Bleu,” I told her, walking up behind her again and wrapping my arms around her waist. “Like… stupid fine.”
She leaned her head back against my chest and hummed. “You always say that.”
“Cause it’s always true.”
Her hand slid over mine, settling on top of her stomach. “We really finna have four?”
I nodded against her temple. “We really are.”
She laughed quietly, then reached for her robe. “Go out there and play it cool.”
I raised a brow. “You want me to walk back into a house full of people, fresh off a quickie, and play it cool?”
“Uh huh.” She kissed my cheek and swatted my behind. “You the one said you only needed five minutes. Go make yourself useful.”
I threw my hands up, grinning as I backed out of the bathroom. “Yes, ma’am.”
By the time I stepped back into the hallway, the smell of roasted turkey wings and smoked collards had crept all the way upstairs. I could hear laughter, pots clanking, and Zayne telling one of the kids to sit down somewhere before they knock over the dessert tray.
Yeah… Christmas came early this year.