Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
“You better stop,” Mireya playfully whispers in my ear.
“I don’t have to stop shit. If I want to kiss and touch my wife, I can and I will,” I admit. “You look so damn beautiful; I can’t help it.”
The moment that elevator door opened and I saw her, my heart actually skipped a damn beat. She looks so beautiful, everything, her hair, her pretty ass face, and this dress. It’s hugging all of her addictive curves. I can’t keep my hands off her.
“When your parents get in, you better behave,” she warns.
We are in the Sprinter, waiting for Shuga and Asali to come downstairs. Ace, his wife, Tre, and Deuce headed to the winery earlier. Most of my family should already be there.
After kissing the side of her neck, I say, “I can’t make any promises.”
Seconds later, the door opens and it’s Shuga and Shiro, no Asali. Since Shiro is sitting up front with the driver, he must have seen her walking out of the hotel and got out to help her. As he assists Shuga in, Niya says, “You look pretty, Nana.”
“Thank you, baby, but look at you. Looking like the princess you are. I love your hair,” Shuga gushes as she joins Niya on the first row.
“You look pretty, Shuga, for real,” I say. Shuga is a very pretty woman and today she looks regal. I haven’t seen her dolled up in a minute. “But where’s Asali?”
“He’s not feeling good. He went back to the house,” Shuga says.
“Oh no. Is he going to be okay?” Mireya asks with concern.
“He’ll be fine,” Shuga says nonchalantly.
Once Shiro is in the front seat, the driver pulls out and we head to Divine Wines.
When we arrive, Mireya’s other two friends meet us at the entrance.
I’m not sure what I was expecting but I can see why my wife loves this place so much.
The entrance alone is picturesque with the stone arch, massive greenery, and large wine barrels.
Niya grabs Mireya’s hand and she walks inside with her and the other ladies. Shiro falls back a little ’cause he’s on his cell, so I hook my arm with Shuga’s and lead her up the walkway.
“You okay, Shuga?” I ask, because although she looks pretty this evening, her usual bright smile is missing. She’s sporting a wry one.
“Yeah, son. I’m fine. We’re here at this beautiful place. My sons look so handsome in their suits and my Niya looks like a real life princess. Nothing can spoil this, not even Asali.”
“What’s wrong with him?” I ask.
“It’s just his stomach. He needed to go home,” she says, so emotionless.
I stop walking then look at her face. “Are you sure you’re good?”
“Quintus, I’m fine,” she insists. “And Asali will be fine. Okay?”
Her normal smile returns as she speaks, so I accept her words and we head inside.
After walking through the small building, we are led outside to three awaiting electric golf carts.
Mireya’s friends get in one, Shiro and Shuga in another, and me, Niya, and my wife are in the last one.
There’s about a ten-minute ride through the vineyards to our dinner location.
Inside, Niya sits under my wife and rests her hand on Mireya’s lap.
My baby girl is crazy about my wife and she’s been glued to her since the first night in our house.
Everything about that night was perfect.
It solidified what I already knew; Mireya is mine.
She’s the woman I need in my life and Niya’s acceptance and affection toward her proves it.
In this golf cart is my life—my wife, my baby girl, my family.
“What?” Mireya asks.
“What’s up?”
“You’re staring,” she says with a smile.
“I can’t look at my two beauties?”
“You can, Daddy,” Niya says.
“I guess you can,” Mireya adds. “You’re ready for this?”
“There’s nothing to be ready for. It’s dinner with the people we love to celebrate us. All that other stuff doesn’t matter. It’s real and it’s us.”
“We getting married, Daddy?” Niya asks, to both mine and my wife’s surprise. Mireya’s eyes are as wide as golf balls.
I guess my easing Niya into all of this isn’t working. My baby girl picks up on everything.
“Why’d you ask that?”
“Cause I heard Nana say it,” Niya reveals.
“Do you know what married is?” I ask and Niya shrugs. I glance up at Mireya and she nods, letting me know she approves of this conversation. “Mireya and I are already married and tonight we are having our wedding dinner. Mireya’s my wife just like Auntie Sade is your Uncle Ace’s wife.”
Niya tilts her head toward Mireya. “So, you my mommie now?” she asks and I swear my damn chest constricts. The tightness instantly subsides when Mireya answers though.
“I’m your bonus mom, if you want me to be,” she says and her words penetrate my skin.
“I want you to,” Niya says before wrapping her arms around Mireya. When Mireya embraces Niya and kisses the top of her head, my entire body warms.
This is all I ever wanted for my baby girl.
“Then, I am,” Mireya says and I can’t help myself. I lean over in my seat and kiss my wife passionately and Niya giggles.
As Niya’s father, I try my best to give her everything she needs and wants.
I loved her before she even came into this world.
Since the day I first heard her heartbeat on the monitor during a doctor’s appointment, I’ve loved her.
She’s my world and my heart. As much as I am here for her and my family cares for and loves her, deep down I know she’s been missing a mother.
Niya’s desire for a mother became clear when she started school, and on day one, she asked about all the mothers dropping their children off.
I was one of few fathers present but all mothers were there except Niya’s and that was the first day she asked about her.
Taken off guard as hell, I froze. The day Niya was born, Janis told me I could tell my baby she was dead.
She reiterated that she wanted nothing to do with my baby and didn’t want Niya trying to reach out years later. That shit hurt my heart but I agreed.
Honestly, I agreed with my words but not with my heart or mind.
I couldn’t even think straight, because at the moment, I was totally enamored with the tiny little beauty in my arms laying on my chest. Honestly, I had forgotten Janis’s words until Niya’s question.
That shit hit me hard and I hated myself when I looked down at my baby and told her that her mother was in heaven with the angels.
I didn’t want to lie to her but also didn’t want her spending her life searching for a woman adamant about not being found.
“Daddy,” Niya squeals, breaking our kiss. “You messing her up,” she says and Mireya laughs.
“Is my lipstick gone?” she asks Niya.
“A little bit,” Niya admits after examining Mireya. “It’s still pretty though.”
“Good ’cause we’re here,” Mireya says.
The golf cart slows and we pull up behind the other two. When it stops and the driver opens the door, Niya excitedly hops out first. She’s so giddy about this dinner, her dress, and her hair. The moment she’s out, I reach for the door handle.
“Baby, go find your nana. We’ll be right there,” I tell Niya then look at the driver. “Give us a minute, my dude.” When he nods and steps back, I close the door.
With a curious look on her pretty ass face, Mireya asks, “What’s going on?”
“I need to do something.” After moving to the seat with her, I gently grab her left hand then take the ring out of my pocket, keeping it closed in my hand.
“In my hand is my promise to you. Before I woke up with you in my arms that morning after the ball, my life was good.
My practice was thriving. My baby girl was happy and I thought I had everything I needed.
I was dead ass wrong though. I didn't know how beautiful life could be with someone else in it, with you in it.
“We got married unexpectedly and I don’t regret anything about that.
I’ve fallen for you and I’m serious about you being mine and in my life.
Just now, when you chose my baby girl, you solidified your position in our lives.
Seeing the way you are with her and how you accept her is everything to me.
Because of that, as I place this ring on your finger, I promise to honor, cherish, and love you until you love me back.
Cause I do love you, Mireya, already. That shit came easy, natural, like it was meant to be.
You are my wife, my kyau, and mine and Niya’s missing piece.
I promise to make this work, take care of you, and win your heart. ”
Her eyes are misty and there’s a smile on her beautiful face. When I open my hand and slide the ring onto her finger, tears fall from her eyes.
“My God, Quintus. How did you do this? Where did you find this? My God,” she whimpers through tears. After raising the ring closer to examine it, her tears pour out. “How?”
“I took a picture of your grandparents’ portrait and the ring. I knew how much it meant to you. Of course, it’s not your grandmother’s, but I found a jeweler to get as close to it as he could. I just wanted you to have wh?—”
My words are cut off by her soft lips on mine. With so much damn passion, we kiss and I feel her body relax into mine. When we finally stop, she stares into my eyes, pecks my lips a few more times, then smiles.
“This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. God, I can’t believe you did this.
” She sighs and shakes her head. “Oh, this is everything.” Her smile returns and she kisses me again.
“Thank you. Thank you. You did this and it’s perfect, just perfect.
I love it and I love you,” she says before lovingly kissing me again.
“Are we crazy for feeling like this so soon?” she asks after the kiss.
“If we are, I’m straight with it,” I say and she kisses me again. Three rapid taps on the door interrupts our moment. “Yo,” I call out.
“Y’all coming out?” Shiro asks.
“Yeah. Give us a minute,” I tell him, then turn back to my beautiful wife. “You ready?”
“More than ready now,” she says with a simper.
“How many kids does he have again? I remember two from the dinner,” Mireya says as she climbs into bed.
“Who?” I ask.
“Shiro. That’s who we’ve been talking about.”
“Nah. That’s who you have been talking about. I don’t want to talk about nobody but us and this,” I say as I grab her soft ass.
While caressing the sides of my face, she insists, “But I think Kyrah is really feeling him. She wants to know.”
“Then she can ask him.”
“How do you know she has his contact info?”
“Because I know my brother. He was all up on her at the dinner. He gave her his number.”
She lifts her head while beaming and she asks, “You think so? She didn’t tell me that.”
“Kyau, enough,” I insist and she smirks.
“You really don’t want to talk about them?”
“Hell nah,” I say as I slide my hands between her thighs. “My beautiful wife is naked, on top of me, and smelling edible as fuck. I don’t give a damn about my brother and your friend.”
She grins, then softly pecks my lips. “Stop brooding. I just want to make sure my friend isn’t barking up the wrong tree.”
“The dinner was two weeks ago. If Shiro is interested, he already reached out to her. She’s not telling you the truth if she says he hasn’t.”
Her face lights up and she says, “You think she is? Oh my God, you think they had sex?”
“I don’t think shit,” I say, then raise up and flip us over. When her back is on the bed and I’m looming over her, I lean in and kiss the side of her neck. “Stop talking about them. You’re ’bout to violate rule number two.”
“Two? I thought there was only one rule, no clothes in the bed.”
“Nah. There are definitely two rules. Number one, naked.” I kiss her lips and ease down to her belly. “And number two, fucking,” I reveal, then dip my tongue into her belly button.
“Fucking? Mmm? Every time I’m in this bed?” she asks coyly with a grin.
“Every damn time,” I say before trailing kisses to her sweet pussy.
When my lips kiss her clit, she moans. “I think I like rule number two better than the first rule,” she whimpers.
“I love them both,” I admit before diving face first into her pussy.
Taking my time, I lick, kiss, and suck her through a long, slow orgasm.
As her body quakes and she purrs my name lowly, I nudge her legs wider with my knee then sink into her warm, drenched pussy.
I rock her to another orgasm then slide my arm under her and turn us over.
She grins, leans in, and kisses me nastily.
As our tongues play, she grabs my dick and glides it back home.
“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth. “You gon’ ride your dick? ”
“Mmhm,” she says before sinking down on me.
“Shit, kyau. Fuck.” She feels so fucking good and warm. This has to be what heaven feels like.
She sits up, rests her palms on my chest, then slowly bounces up and down. She’s beauty in motion and I love to watch her pretty ass titties bounce when she rides my dick. My wife is beautiful as hell, and right now, she looks angelic.
Her hands move from my chest and she stretches them behind her. When they land on my legs, her body arches. I love when she does that shit.
“Sexy ass,” I utter in admiration as my hand grips her neck lightly.
“Mm, yes,” she moans when my grip gets a little firmer.
She starts grinding on me, slow at first, but it picks up when I squeeze her neck a little more. I lift and start kissing her passionately as I grip her neck. She moans into my mouth. Her body shakes, and about a minute later, she explodes and her warm juices rain down on me.
“Fuck,” I moan as I bust. My hand drops from her neck and both hands grip her ass as I fill her.
“Shit, baby,” she moans before dropping her head into my chest. “I love rule number two.”
After I catch my damn breath, I utter, “And I love you.”