My Good Girl

Chapter 1

Genesis ‘Slick’ Banks

“Alright, alright. Daddy got your bottle right here. You be ready to start fussing. Dramatic as hell, just like your damn mama,” I talked shit to my daughter, Journee, as I held her on my lap, rushing to get the breast milk to her, that was inside of the bottle. Journal had so much of her breast milk frozen in the freezer, that all I had to do was pick a shelf and grab whichever one for the twins.

A couple of months ago, I had to sample the breast milk out for myself, just to see what all the hype was about because my girls treated their mother’s breast milk like it was crack. I mean, would literally be crying, throwing fits if we didn’t get a bottle to them in time, or if Journal didn’t get her breast out in time to nurse them. The milk was straight. It wasn’t crying worthy, or throwing fits worthy, like how they like to carry on.

I got the nipple attached to the bottle at Journee’s mouth, and before I knew it, she was hungrily sucking on it, rushing to get what was inside, and I could have sworn that her little ass rolled her eyes at me too. Justice was right on the side of me and I had her propped up on one of those Boppy nursing pillows, and her little ass was chilling because she had already been fed. Justice was the calm, and collected twin, while Journee was going to show her ass any chance that she got. The way that Justice was chilling right now, her eyes glued to the cartoon show that I had playing for her, this was her vibe 24/7. The only time she really fussed about something was when she needed her diaper changed, or when she was hungry, but even then, her cries would be short lived. Journee on the other hand, her ass was every bit of her mama. She would cry for the fuck of it, and she liked being held. I could prop up Justice on her nursing pillow, and all she had to do was lay back, and drink from the bottle, but Journee had to be in my lap, just as she was right now, whenever she would get her feedings. I loved every bit of this shit though.

From the moment that I found out Journal was pregnant, I would sit around, and dream about this shit, which is why I had to handle all my business affairs before my twins got here because I didn’t want any shit popping up while I was in daddy mode.

So far, shit in my life has been smooth. The girls were almost three months. If I wasn’t out, working, getting money, then I was in the house, in daddy, and soon to be husband mode. I wasn’t beefing with niggas, and from the looks of things, niggas wasn’t out here beefing with me, either. Last time I had to bust my gun, and kill somebody was a few months back when me, and my brother had to take that trip to Atlanta and kill those niggas that Bryani had gotten into some shit with. I thought that those niggas that shot at us at the club prior to that were going to have someone come back, and retaliate, but it’s been quiet, and I was hoping that everything was going to stay this way. With the life that I was living though, and with the city that I was from, I knew that it wouldn’t stay quiet for long. Shit in my life was going to eventually rumble, and make some noise, and if by any chance it decided to go down that way, I just had to be prepared for it like I always do.

Something else that has been taking up a lot of time in my life these days was wedding planning with Journal. I thought the wedding planning part would be easy because I knew that my girl was simple, and didn’t like all that over-the-top shit, but the fact that she was simple was the reason why this shit was being made out to be harder than it had to me. I say that because we’d hired a wedding planner, and Journal would express to the planner her vision for the wedding, and the planner would come up with these beautiful designs, putting them in these nice slideshows for us to view, and Journal would fall in love with it, but once the planner started talking prices, that’s when Journal felt like the shit was too much. This girl had a nigga right in her face, telling her that I didn’t give a damn what the price of the wedding would cost because I would pay it, but her stubborn ass wanted to do shit her way. Then, I’ll go to Stitches, telling her the shit that Journal does, and she’ll laugh it off, telling me to just relax, and let Journal have her way. I guess she went through the same shit with Persian, when they were preparing for their wedding, so she knew how this shit could go.

We’d already solidified a venue, we had a date, there was a hefty guest list, food catering was still in the works, the limousines for our wedding party was booked, but shit like decorations, flowers, cake, entertainment, those kind of things we were still back, and forth about. Every time me, and Journal clash about the wedding, I threaten to take her ass to the courthouse, and marry her there, and she’ll laugh, and tell me to let her know when I was ready because she would gladly meet me there. I couldn’t even threaten her ass with some bullshit like that because with her minimalistic ways, she’ll probably prefer that shit over the wedding that we were planning anyways.

As I was sitting here, feeding my daughter, my phone rang in my lap, and it was China hitting me. I’m sure she was hitting me because of the shit that we had planned tonight for Journal. It was Journal’s birthday today, and the weeks that were leading up to this day, she was telling me that the only thing she wanted to do was have a private dinner in the house with me, and the kids. I usually give Journal any, and everything that she asked for, but tonight was going to be one of those nights where I broke the rules, and I did the opposite of what she wanted. I planned on having a little surprise party tonight. It would be a rooftop, grown, and sexy kind of vibe. The plan was to leave the twins with grandma Nique, while I got my girl out of the house.

Journal needed this moment outside. Since having the twins, she was always coped up in the house. Granted, she has never been the type to be outside like that anyways, but once she became a mother, her ass didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted her to go out, pamper herself, so that when she stepped out tonight, she could be on her grown, and sexy shit.

“What’s good?” I answered the phone for China.

“Hey. She still not up yet? I texted her a couple of times, and she hasn’t responded yet,” China came through the line, and said. I turned my head, looking behind me, where Journal was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, lying on her stomach.

She had her arm resting on one of the pillows, while her head was lying on her arm. She was a quiet sleeper, so you didn’t hear any heavy snoring coming from her way. She liked to sleep with the blankets swallowing her entire body, so that’s exactly how she was right now. She was going off an alarm that she’d set for ten, and that’s the time that she would wake up, to be on time for her hair appointment that she had at 11.

Last night, after fuckin her crazy, taking her all up and through pound town, I promised her that I would tend to the kids in the morning, and she could sleep in, so here she was sleeping, taking advantage of the good ass nigga that she had. My girl can’t relate to walking around, being sleep deprived because she was a mother. I don’t give her that struggle. These were my kids just as much as they were hers, so I don’t make her take on the bulk of things, while I sit back, and do nothing. I can count on one hand the number of times that Journal had to be up in the middle of the night with the twins because I’m usually the one that does it, while she gets to sleep.

She was home with the girls all day, so the least that I could do was tend to them when I was home, so that she could get a break. I had to make her experience with motherhood a good one because I wanted a few more of these chocolate babies that she’d given me, so I couldn’t leave a bad taste in her mouth.

“No. She still sleep. What happened? Your ass better not slip up and say shit about tonight. I’ll have my nigga break up with you,” I talked shit to her, and I could hear her laughing on the other side of the phone. I truly fucked with China. I appreciated her for the kind of friend that she was towards Journal. She would get Journal out of the house, and she made it her business to come over here, and check on her, and the girls. These days, it’s so rare to have someone in your corner, who doesn’t have any ill intentions, without any secret motives, so when you do have that special person in your life, you gotta cherish that shit.

“There’s nothing that you can tell Farrell that’ll have him leaving me. Ima hit her back in another hour. I’ll see ya’ll tonight,” she let me know. I agreed, letting her know that I would see her at the party, and then we hung up the phone.

By this time, Journee had finished off the bottle, and she was dosing off. I picked her up, putting her little body on my shoulder, where I proceeded to burp her. Justice was sleeping too, so I was able to reach for her little body, and prop her up on my other shoulder, and like that, I slowly walked out of the room, going down the hall, where their nursey was. For the most part, their nursery wasn’t just for decoration because they would sleep in here. I’ll admit that they mostly slept in here during the day, when they would take naps, and at night, they would either be in the bed with Journal, and I, or they would be in their bassinets that we had in our bedroom.

I went ahead, and I laid Justice down first in her crib, and then I finished patting Journee on her back, waiting on that big burp from her, and once I had it, and patted her for a few more moments, I laid her down, and she stayed sleeping. These two little girls were my creations, so I stared at them for a few moments in awe, and I walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

I walked back to my bedroom, and once I was inside, Journal was still lying there, but her eyes were opened, and she was looking at me, as I was now in the bedroom, and closing the door behind myself. I smiled, once I saw that she was up, and I walked over to the bed, putting my knees on the bed, and going closer to her. Her small hand reached up, and she pulled on the string to the Ralph Lauren pajama bottoms that I was wearing, and she looked at me with a sleepy smile on her face. Because she’d reached her hand up, the blanket exposed her. I could see the left-over passion marks that were on her breast. Bruises were lingering around her breast as well from me biting her. We had a time in here last night. She brought in her 25th birthday with a dick buried deep in her guts, and I still had her moans, and cries embedded in my head, so I knew that she loved everything about that shit.

“Good morning, handsome,” she voiced.

“Good morning, birthday girl. How you feeling?” I asked, putting my hand on the cover, and pulling it all the way off her body, exposing her completely. She was naked. There wasn’t an item of clothing on her body, and that’s exactly how I loved for her to sleep. Because she was lying on her side now, I got to see her side profile, and I was her biggest fan right here. From her leg, all the way up to her juicy thighs, there wasn’t a piece of hair on her. I couldn’t see her pussy because of the way that she was lying, and her thighs were covering it, but I knew that was bald, too.

The twins put weight on Journal. Good weight though. All that shit went to her ass, and hips. Before the twins, Journal already had ass, but the twins really left a mark on her, and I loved every piece of it. Waist was small as fuck, and I know plenty of these Miami women would pay top dollar to their surgeon to have them getting off the table and looking like this. I swear the world is lucky that my girl likes to stay put up and doesn’t like to get out of the house because if she did, she would literally shut shit down any time that she stepped out.

“Like I’ve been ran over by a bus. The dick was so good last night, baby, but I’m feeling the side effects of it now. I want to soak in the tub for a little bit,” she voiced, sitting up in the bed. She crossed her legs Indian style, and she placed the palms of her hands in her lap, while looking up at me.

“You did good last night. You kept up. I’m proud of you, shorty,” I voiced, and she laughed, reaching out her hand to playfully hit me. I laid her body down on the bed, getting on top of her, and while I did that, she was able to maneuver her hands, and place them on either side of my face. I looked down in the most beautiful pair of eyes that I’ve ever seen before in my life, and it cost me to smile. Journal kissed me on my lips a couple of times, and she relaxed, glaring back at me, as if she just knew that I was getting ready to say something to her, so she was preparing herself to receive it.

“Happy birthday, baby. I know I started saying that shit to you the second the clock struck midnight, but here I am, saying it to you again. I gotta admit that I’m so much in love with the woman that you’ve become. I love your confidence, I love the way that you parent my kids, and, I love the way you love me, baby. I already got confidence out of this world, but you got this thing about you, where you make me feel like I’m the best thing in the world to you, and that does something to my spirit that I can’t even explain to you. I know I get on you a couple of times a week about that clingy shit, but I love it because all it is, is your way of expressing that you care. I know you’ve been through some fucked up shit in life, but I’m thankful that God still has you here, and you got to make it to twenty- five. Happy birthday, baby,” I finished, and I kissed her on her lips. When I finished, her eyes were watery, but she wasn’t crying.

“Thank you, da- da,” she responded, reaching up, and she kissed me again. This time, she slipped her tongue in my mouth, and I gladly received it. It was a slow, nasty tongue kiss, and during the kiss, I was twiddling my fingers with her nipples, trying to get her hot, hoping this would make her give in, and want to fuck, since she’d just expressed to me that she was sore.

During the kiss, she reached one of her hands down, felt my dick, saw how hard it was, and from there, she broke the kiss.

“Baby, I’m sore. That shit going to hurt, she whined, and I laughed.

“Let’s use the other hole then,” I said, dick hard as fuck, not giving a damn where I had to stick this motha fucka. She reached her hand up, and she playfully pushed me.

She was able to maneuver her way out of the bed, and with me standing here, still on my knees, I watched the way she limped away, going into the bathroom. I couldn’t even get mad that she didn’t let me hit it this morning. Seeing the way that she was limping, she deserved this little break, but tonight, I was climbing back inside that motha fucka. It was her day today, and I was trying to give her a nut for every year that she’s been on this earth.

I had to take a seat at the foot of the bed, and I gave myself some time for my dick to go down. By the time it went down, Journal had come out of the bathroom, and she had her robe on, and her hair was pulled up in a ponytail. While she was in the bathroom, I heard the water running, so I knew that she’d already brushed her teeth, and washed her face for the morning. She had a hefty skin routine, that would take her at least ten minutes, and judging from how nice, and hydrated her skin was looking, I knew that she’d handled that in the bathroom.

With her robe on and slipping into her house shoes that were by the door, she was heading for the bedroom door, like she was getting ready to walk out.

“Where you going?” I asked, not wanting her to leave out just yet.

“I want to check on the girls. Come with me,” she bribed, putting her hand out for me, but I didn’t get up.

“Come here,” I released, wanting her to come to me because I wanted to hold her for a little while longer. Plus, I didn’t want her to go in the room, and wake the girls up, which is what I knew she planned on doing. I had her first surprise for her this morning that I wanted to give to her, which is why I was suggesting for her to come to me.

With a smile on her face, she walked over, and while my legs were parted, she stood right in the middle of them. Her arms reached up, going around my neck, and I extended mine, putting them under her robe, and I cuffed her bare ass, while looking into her beautiful, brown eyes, that held so much love in them for me.

“I want to do something different with my hair when I go get it done this morning. I’m thinking about coloring it. Probably go brown or something and do some streaks of honey blonde. How you think that’ll look on me?” she asked, after about a minute of silence. It’s like we both were obsessed with each other, so while she had been standing in front of me, neither one of us said anything, until she just broke the silent match.

“Anything will look good on you, baby. You can rock a bald head if you want to,” I shot, and she laughed. She climbed into my lap, mounting me, keeping her arms around my neck.

My large hands hadn’t left her ass, either. In fact, I was holding her ass even tighter. She positioned herself right on my dick, and I swear she sat right on the head of my shit. My hands left her ass, and went for her hips, and I slowly bounced her, needing her to feel how she was rocking my dick up all over again, even though she wasn’t even doing anything. She took a hand from around my neck, cuffed my chin, and she kissed me on my lips.

“Just pull it out and sit on it. Bae, one minute. Like ten bounces, and I’ll nut. I’m not even going to take you all up and through there this morning,” I bribed, in heat, needing my dick to get rode right now. I knew with Journal that I never had to do too much begging because the second I even sounded like I was begging, she was going to give in and give me whatever it was that I was talking about.

Just like any other time, I got my way because she let go of the cuff that she had of my jaw, and she went for the strings on her robe. She quickly untied it, and she slid it off her body, and handed it to me, where I placed it behind me on the bed. I leaned back a little bit, and at this point, my hands were still glued to her hips, watching her, keeping the ball in her court, going to let her do her thing. By this point in our relationship, Journal knew her way around that dick, and how to get it out, with little to no assistance, so in one quick motion, she was able to lift up a little bit, keep her body weight just a couple of inches away from my lap, and she got my dick out of the pajama bottoms, and briefs that I had on, and big man was in her hands in no time. He’d rocked back up all over again, and with her holding it, it was only growing even more in her hands.

“Genesis, I’m not even cocky, but that does something to me when I see that I have your dick hard like this, and I haven’t even done anything yet. That shit goes to my head. It makes me feel like I’m that bitch,” she talked her shit, as she looked down, and saw what she was holding in her hands, seeing for herself how rocked up she had me.

“You are that bitch, baby. Come on. Ride him. Shit, we begging you,” I persuaded, damn near on the verge of tears. That’s just how badly I wanted to feel the inside of her. She smiled, kept that one hand around my dick, using it as her base, and within seconds, she had it at the entrance of her pussy, and she slowly lowered herself down. She winced, whined, and moaned from the pain, and pleasure, and once she had it all the way inside her, she got to moving, getting her fuck on, bouncing all around my dick like there was a camera in here, and I was paying her top dollar for this fuck.

“Tell me how good my pussy is, baby. It’s my birthday. Boost my head up, please daddy,” Journal released, her hands palming my chest, as she rode that dick so nastily. There used to be a time when I would slide up inside her, and she was scared to moan, let alone talk, now her ass would get that dick inside of her, and blurt out whatever came to mind, and I loved that shit. To know that I had given her this power, and this confidence, that would forever be something that made me feel good.

“I saw a million dollars for the first time by the time I was twenty- five. I thought that was the best feeling in the world, and there wasn’t shit out there that could beat that feeling. That’s until I got a dose of your pussy for the first time. Baby, this shit is better than money. Better than any direct deposit that I can ever get. So soft. So wet. So fuckin warm. I can’t stay out of it. I was buried inside this motha fucka just a few hours ago, and here I go again, like a fiend, craving some more. Damn, baby. Keep bouncing,” I groaned, having to close my eyes, just to take a moment to appreciate this shit. This girl had me pulling one of her moves because my eyes were rolling in the back of my head because of the feel of her.

My toes started throwing up gang signs as she would reach the top, grip my dick tight with her pussy muscles, only to go back down, and start riding me faster again. I had to throw the towel in in about three more seconds because she got that nut out of me that I had been dying to bust. Her movements sped up, her moans got louder, and then she started cumming herself. When she finished, she leaned her head in, panting heavily, and she kissed me on my lips.

“Alright. That should hold you. It’s not going to be no more pussy left, messing around with you,” she voiced, and I laughed. She stood up from my lap, and she went back into the bathroom.

I took a moment to catch my breath, and I came out of the briefs, and the pajama bottoms that I had on. I walked in the bathroom and walked through to get into my walk- in closet, where I tossed my clothes, and from there, I was jumping in the shower.

Journal was already inside the shower at this point. She was right about her pussy being able to hold me because inside, I didn’t even mess with her. I assisted her a little bit in washing her body off, and she did the same with me. Her showers were always longer than mine, so I stepped out before her, and I wrapped a towel around my waist. I’d already washed my face, and handled all my other hygiene for the morning, so I slipped out of the bathroom, and I went into our bedroom, dried off, put on a little lotion, and put on a fresh pair of briefs.

One of the gifts that I had for Journal was in my top drawer, so I reached for it, pulled it out, and I sat it at the foot of the bed. It was a square shaped red box, and inside were two keys.

“You going to stay here with the girls while I go get pampered, or are ya’ll going to go out?” Journal asked, as she walked back in the bedroom, with the towel wrapped around her waist. She didn’t notice the gift box sitting on the bed yet because as soon as she walked in, she turned around, giving me her back, so that she could go inside her drawer.

“We’ll probably stay inside for a little bit, and then we’ll dip. Ima take them to grandma Nique. She going to keep them for the night for us,” I voiced, telling news to her that was new. Journal had it made up in her mind that we were staying in tonight with the girls, and having a small, intimate dinner, but I had a whole night planned for her.

“Why you taking them there? I thought we were having dinner inside tonight with the girls,” she shot, turning around, after finding her panties, and bra inside the drawer that she was looking for. She had an annoyed look on her face, like I’d just pissed her off just that fast.

“She asked for them, so I’m going to let them go. You could use the break, baby,” I responded, not knowing what else to say because I didn’t think that this would be something that she would fight me on. I should have had a feeling because Journal was overprotective of the twins, not really wanting them to go anywhere, or stay anywhere unless she was with them. Her ass would give Stitches, and Persian a hard ass time whenever they would call around and ask if they could baby sit.

“Use the break? Genesis, I don’t need a break from my kids. Call her back and tell her that it’s fine. It’s my birthday, and I told you what I wanted to do already. I told you that I just wanted to have dinner inside, with you, and the girls,” she voiced, and now I felt bad because I didn’t want to look like the nigga that purposely went out of his way to do the opposite of what my girl wanted. Bryani had flown in, getting here late last night, so even she was up to speed on the surprise party that was happening tonight. With Journal always being in mommy mode, in the house with the girls, I was just trying to save the day, and get her around love, and some fun. From the sounds of things, this shit was looking like it was going to fuck around, and backfire on me.

“Can we compromise on something, baby? I want to get you out the house tonight. Dress up, put on something sexy, and lets go to dinner. I want to take you out to have a good time. After dinner, we can swing by grandma Nique and get the kids. I’m sorry for doing the opposite of what you wanted to do, but damn, I was just trying to get you out of mommy mode for a few hours. Don’t be mad at me about that shit, please,” my tone was soft because I could see where I was probably wrong in this situation. The annoyed look that she had on her face had faded, and I could tell that I was breaking her down, as well as softening her up.

“That’s fine. We can do that. It’s just going to be us, right?” she asked me. I hated lying to her ass. I swear I did, so I laughed, while scratching at my hair.

“Yeah, just us beautiful,” I responded.

“Bae, I’m serious. Just us, right?” she asked again.

“Yeah. Me, and you,” I replied, looking in her eyes, and telling her a bold face lie. She looked at me in a way, like she didn’t believe my ass, but she dropped it.

The towel that she had on, she removed it, and she had lotion sitting on her dresser, so she used that lotion to rub it over her body. When she was done, she slipped into the bra, and panties that was resting on top of her dresser. I was staring at her the entire time, waiting for her to look at the foot of the bed, so that she could see the gift that was waiting there for her. I love my girl to death, but sometimes Journal has all kinds of dingy moments. Most people would have walked right into the bedroom, and seen the gift, but that shit went right over her head. By this point, she’d managed to slip on a tank top and everything, and I was still standing here, glaring at her.

“What?” she asked, followed by a giggle.

“Look at the bed, bruh,” I released, going ahead, and helping her slow ass out. That’s when her eyes traveled to what was at the foot of the bed, and I watched the way she squealed, as she walked over to it.

“Ooooh. That was sitting there the entire time? I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t see it,” she responded, picking up the small box that was at the foot of the bed. I watched her as she placed the box to her ear, and she shook it, as if she was trying to get a hint of what was inside. She called out everything on what she thought was inside, and everything that she said was the wrong answer.

Getting tired of guessing, and being wrong, she went ahead, and untied the ribbon on the box, and she removed the lid. There were two Mercedes Benz keys inside, and when she saw it, she squealed again, smiled, and she held the keys in her hands, dangling them in the air, happy with what she was holding.

“It’s a new car? It’s downstairs?” she asked me, and you could hear the excitement all in her voice.

“Put some shorts or something on, and go see,” I said, smiling too, excited for her to see one of her birthday gifts.

She moved around the room fast, going back inside of her drawer, and she pulled out a pair of cotton shorts. She quickly slipped them on, and she high tailed it out of the bedroom. I was on her ass, following her out of the room as well. She was such a mommy because before she went for the stairs, she couldn’t help herself to opening the twins bedroom door, and she checked inside, just to make sure that they were still sleeping. I peeked my head in as well to see what was going on with them, and they were sound asleep, lying in the same position that I’d left them in. She took a few seconds to just stare, and then she closed the door. I tapped her on her ass, basically telling her to go, and she went ahead, going quickly down the stairs.

“Its in the driveway, or in the garage?” she turned around and asked me, once she got to the front door.

“Ion know. Go look,” I responded, as if I didn’t have a clue, although I knew exactly where the new whip was at. She lowly giggled, and then she went with her first instinct, which was opening the front door, and she stepped outside. I knew that’s where the new whip was, so I pulled my phone out, wanting to record her reaction.

When I heard her squeal again, that’s when I knew that she saw that new, big body Benz in the driveway, and that it belonged to her.

“Ooooh, Genesis. You know that this is the truck that I told you I liked,” she happily whined, as she was running over to the truck, seeing it parked in the middle of the driveway, and there was a big, red bow on top of it. It was the Mercedes Benz AMG GLE 63. I liked the G63 for her, feeling like that car was sexy for a woman to drive, but Journal would often tell me that she didn’t too much care for it. Whenever her and I were out, and she would see the GLE 63, she would always compliment it, saying how nice it was. The thing about Journal, she wasn’t going to ask me for it. She never did. Her ass didn’t ask me for shit, and that’s what had me wanting to give her everything.

“I know. That’s your mommy truck. You gotta push my girls around in style. Open it up. Let me know what you think about the inside,” I voiced, walking over, my phone still in my hand, recording her.

For a while, she just stood outside of it, admiring the exterior. It was the same alpine grey as her coupe. That color was sexy to me, so I kept it going for her next whip. The interior was the same red nappa leather interior as her coupe as well. This truck was fuckin beautiful, and she deserved this shit.

“It’s so beautiful. Thank you, baby,” she cooed, with the doors opened, and her body was leaned in, looking at the interior, loving what she was seeing. In the passenger seat, I had a beautiful bouquet of roses for her because I knew that she liked it when I would get her roses, and little essentials and shit that I know she liked to keep in her car. Shit like hand sanitizer, wipes, tissues, mints, gum, and shit that I knew her coupe would be filled with.

There were already two brand new car seats in the back seat, since this would be the whip that she rode around with the girls in. I got more footage on my video, getting her reaction, and then I walked over to her, where she turned around in my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck, kissed me on my lips, thanking me over, and over, telling me how beautiful her new truck was, and how much she loved it.

“I hope you didn’t get me anything else. This was more than enough, baby,” I already knew she was going to say that shit before she even said it.

“Ay. Chill out. I got this,” I snapped, and she just laughed, probably already knowing that this was going to be my answer as well.

“I’m driving this to my appointments. Gotta show the world that daddy got me right,” she boasted, and I loved that shit. I kissed on her for a little bit more, and then I let her go, having her get inside of the car, and I quickly showed her some of the cool shit that this truck could do. My phone was in my hands the entire time, waiting to see if any alerts would go off from the baby monitoring app. There were cameras in the twins room, that we could see directly from our phone. They were still sleeping though.

I loved to see how happy Journal was right now, and I couldn’t wait to see her expression throughout the day when she saw the rest of the surprises that I had in store for her.