Chapter Two #2
“Fuckkk,” Crown released himself down her throat, reveling in how wild and uninhibited she could be with him.
Just as he finished, Nyla started up again, louder this time. Nivéa quickly rose, panting heavily while trying to pull herself together so she could go tend to her.
“Nah, stay put. I got it.”
“What? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, baby.”
Nivéa watched as Crown jumped into the shower, hurriedly soaping his sponge and cleaning himself completely. She had never seen the nigga move so fast. He rinsed out his mouth, face, and beard just as quickly as he washed his private area.
Nyla’s cries grew louder, haunting him. He hastily stepped out, moving so fast that he nearly slipped when his wet foot hit the floor. His large frame stumbled hard, but he caught himself before making it to the ground.
“My goodness, baby. Slow down. You’re gonna kill yourself messing with Ny.” Nivéa cracked up as she watched him dry off.
“That shit ain’t funny, ma. She’s crying.”
“But…” Nivéa was in tears by now, still laughing, trying to catch her breath. If his big ass had hit that floor, she wasn’t sure what she could do to help him.
“It’s gon’ be okay…she’s gonna be okay. It’s not like she’s hungry, plus I just changed her diaper thirty minutes ago. That girl just wants to be in someone’s arms. I promise you it’s alright to let her fuss a little. Slow down, nigga. You putting your boxers on backwards.”
Crown just eyed her as he slipped into his joggers and t-shirt.
He couldn’t care less about his boxers being on backwards, not with Nyla fussing at the top of her lungs.
Quick on his feet, he dashed out of the restroom and bedroom, racing down the hall.
Life was funny to him. Before meeting Nivéa, didn’t shit move Crown. But now, she and that baby did.
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Crown’s world looked a lot different those days. If he were still single, he’d most likely be deep in the streets or chillin’ at the clubhouse that night. But those days were long gone. He wore many hats, two of the most important being a husband and a father, roles he didn’t take lightly.
Every decision he made echoed in the lives of Nivéa and Nyla now, grounding him in ways he never expected. The streets had their allure, no doubt. But the warmth of the family he chose to make was a pull he couldn’t resist.
With his head bowed, he sat in the recliner inside his bedroom, holding Nyla. He looked into her eyes as her tiny hand curled around his finger.
“Yeah… Mama was right. You just wanna be held. That’s cool, though, babygirl.”
A smirk crept across his chocolate face as he watched her yawn, her little mouth opening wide before she looked around curiously. He spoke to her about his day as if she could understand, sharing the highs and lows. It seemed to him that she was listening, hanging on to his every word.
Eventually, Nyla shifted, kicking her feet with a slight scowl, and that was his cue to change how he held her.
Day by day, Crown was learning her ways and how to care for her.
Even in the beginning, before he worked up the nerve to hold her, he observed how Nivéa took care of her…
what made her comfortable and what made her sad.
He was an observant man and had come to understand this subtle warning sign, a way of telling him she needed adjusting before the tears began.
Crown hated to hear or see Nyla cry, not because it annoyed him, but because it worried him. As a real man, he couldn’t stand to see either her or Nivèa in distress. Slowly, he lifted her and placed her gently on his shoulder, patting her back. She immediately showed comfort, beginning to coo.
As he chuckled at her noises, the restroom door opened, and Nivéa walked into the bedroom, her expression softening at the sight as she dried her hair with a towel.
“Look at y’all.” She said, a smile spreading across her face. “Told you she just wanted to be held.”
Crown shrugged, glancing up at her. “It’s all good.”
“What you been in here telling her?”
“Just the real…about my long-ass day.”
Nivèa shook her head, still smiling as she moved around the room. “I hope it was PG. She doesn’t need to know that big man with the big bike carries big guns.”
Crown chuckled. “Nah, baby. PG.” He assured her.
Nivéa placed the monitor on the nightstand before climbing into bed. The Egyptian cotton sheets felt amazing against her freshly shaven legs. She could live like this forever, and she would, because Crown was her husband now.
Once she settled in, Crown followed suit, with Nyla still attached to his chest. Leaning over, Nivéa kissed his lips before placing a hand on the side of Nyla’s face. And out of nowhere, baby girl faintly smiled, gazing around.
“You see that?” Crown asked.
“What? Her smiling?”
“Her dimples. I thought she had them but wasn’t sho. They showing more now, though.”
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think anyone but me noticed. They sure are. Just like mommy. Right, girl?” Nivéa kissed Nyla’s cheek.
“And she’s trying to hold up her head.”
“Yeah, I see her chunky butt. She’s something else.”
Nivéa blushed at his observations, finding it cute how he paid such close attention to Nyla. It showed her that he truly cared for her baby girl just as much as he loved her.
“She’s moving kind of quick, huh?” Crown acknowledged with furrowed brows. “She even tries to clutch her bottle like she’s got it, but that grip isn’t all the way there yet.”
Nivéa snickered, rubbing her stomach. “I guess she’s trying to make room for this one. I used to hear my mama say that to her pregnant friends with younger kids all the time.”
“I guess so.” Crown gazed down at her stomach, pride swelling within him. He had heard that myth, too.
“What you want, baby? Boy or girl?” Nivéa asked.
“Doesn’t matter. I told you before, as long as my baby is healthy, I’m good. You?”
“A son, so I can be done. For real this time.”
Crown glanced over at her.
“What? Don’t look at me like that. I’m serious. This is it. Don’t tell me you want more.”
“I’m happy with just two, but if it isn’t a boy, then…”
“Then what?”
“Then yeah, we gotta try again in a couple of years. As long as I’m present and take care of y’all, I don’t see the issue.”
“‘Cause you ain’t gotta carry them or get cut, nigga.”
Crown nodded with a smirk. “Fair enough.” He wasn’t arguing with that.
Nivéa sat smiling from ear to ear, watching him with Nyla, and something in her made her say,
“But you know in the end, I’ll give you whatever. Just ‘cause you’re so good to me.”
“That’s how it should always be. ‘Cause I’ll give you the world.”
Nivéa blushed, staring him in the eyes. And as they shared a moment, Crown found something he never thought was possible for a man like him. Peace.
Two hours later, Crown finally got Nyla back to sleep after Nivéa breastfed her and changed her diaper.
After putting her in the nursery, he went and climbed back into bed.
It was just him and his wife again. Nivéa already had her panties off and legs wide open to finish what they had started earlier.
They were quickly learning that between his hectic schedule and a baby, moments alone didn’t come often.
They had to seize them whenever they could.
Nivèa gasped as Crown rubbed the head of his dick at her opening.
She couldn’t tell what made her yearn more, the teasing or his cologne filling the air she breathed.
She inhaled deeply, tilting her head to kiss his neck.
Her soft kisses quickly turned into hard sucks as he penetrated, pushing past her walls.
She moaned at the feeling of his ten inches stretching her wide.
Pushing inside her, Crown took his time stroking, wanting to live in the moment but also be mindful of the life he had growing within her.
“Nivéa,” he called as her eyes fluttered in satisfaction.
Nivéa bit down on her bottom lip, gazing up at him. “Yeah, baby?” She answered, weakly.
“Nothin’. I just want yo’ pretty ass to look at me.”
Smiling faintly, Nivèa kept her eyes locked on Crown as he moved inside her.
Her whole body was on fire. In missionary, he fucked her soul that night.
Her juices soaked him and the sheets with each stroke.
She was so caught up in their lovemaking that she couldn’t imagine ever growing tired of it.
She promised herself they would never lose the spark in their marriage.
She was far too fascinated by Crown for that… too willing to please him.
Reaching up, Nivéa massaged Crown’s arms, back, and then his ass, pressing down to let him know that it was okay to go even deeper. She even spread her legs wider for him.
“Promise me you’ll always love me, baby.” Nivéa’s stomach tightened as he took the bait and drilled into her.
“I promise.” Crown kissed her forehead, nose, and lips. “Promise you’ll never leave a nigga again.”
“I promise you.”
“You ain’t going nowhere?” He double checked, kissing her left hand.
“I ain’t ever going nowhere, Ahmad.”
At the sound of his name escaping her lips, fireworks exploded within Crown. He paused to massage her thighs, before lifting them over his shoulders and digging deeper. He aimed to express his love in every way possible, making sure Nivèa felt it in every moment.
Neither held back on their feelings. She cried out to him, making an ugly face, while he moaned against her lips, lost in emotion. Her pussy was so good it damn near brought tears to his eyes.
“I…I love you so much.” Nivéa cried out, her voice trembling with emotion as she came on him.
“I love you too, baby.” Crown filled her up in return, sealing the deal with a kiss to her forehead.