20. Sunday & Cedar #2
I thought back to the week before I proposed.
I’d swallowed my pride because I knew what I wanted to do, but I also knew what I needed to do before I took that major step.
I’d gone through Sunday’s phone while she was asleep and gotten both her mother’s and father’s numbers.
I only wanted her father’s number, but I’d grabbed her mother’s, too, just in case I couldn’t reach him.
I spoke with my dad for an hour, and I prayed before I made the call.
“Mr. Monroe, I’d like to apologize to you for my attitude and for some of the things I let come out of my mouth that day.
There’s no excuse, but the way things jumped off in the heat of the moment caught me off guard.
My protective instincts jumped in, and I did what I felt I needed to at the moment.
I love Sunday. She’s not some random woman to me, but someone I want to love and protect forever.
I also know that she’s a daddy’s girl, and she loves you, respects you, and wants you to be proud of her.
So, I’m asking you to forgive me. All I want is to make Sunday happy.
“Making her happy includes making peace in every area of her life with those who matter the most to her. With that being said, I know that I didn’t make a good first impression on you, but I’d like your blessing on this relationship and our engagement.
I will do whatever it takes to protect Sunday.
I’ll lay down my life for that girl. But I need to know that you approve of me officially making her mine. ”
“Son, I appreciate you calling me, and I apologize to you for prejudging you and not giving you a chance. But let me tell you this: As long as you breathe air, don’t ever threaten me again.
I’m as protective of mine as you’re about to be over yours.
From now on, we’ll show respect to each other as men but definitely respect me as an elder.
I want what’s best for my daughter, and she’s convinced that you are the best. I’ll support what makes her happy, and I believe that nothing could be better than for your family to be united as one, especially with the little one coming.
You do have my blessing on marrying my daughter, Son.
Just make sure that you take care of her and never hurt her.
As long as you can uphold that, you and I have no problems.”
“You good?” I asked as I approached Raymond.
“Yeah, Son. Thanks for taking that first step. I’m not so sure this old man would have been able to move beyond my stubbornness.”
“In time, you would’ve,” I declared as I rocked Aspen in my arms.
“I can honestly say that he’s a blessing. You come from a good family, and they’re extremely welcoming.”
I looked around the yard. “Yeah, they’re a good group of people.”
“Your dad proposed a fishing trip for the guys. Him, my boys, your brothers-in-law, you, and me. When do you think you’ll be able to get away?”
“Ahh, . . . I doubt it’ll be any time soon. Now that I’ve got my little king right here, I never want to leave home. I’ve got five more weeks with him before I have to return to work. I already know that’s gonna be the hardest day of my life.”
“It will be, Son.”
My father walked up and joined us.
“How’s my grandboy doing?” he asked and ran his finger down Aspen’s cheek.
“Sleeping as usual.”
“Aww, Son, they do that for the first couple of months of their lives. He’ll start being up more around three months, and you’ll wish he was asleep,” my father explained.
“But that’s when the fun begins, right?” I asked.
My father and Raymond looked at each other and cracked up laughing. When they kept laughing after two minutes, I looked at them as though they’d lost their minds. Aspen squirmed and scrunched his face up, and I knew what that meant.
My eyes met Sunday’s across the yard. She stood and met me at the back door.
“What are our fathers laughing about?” she asked.
“I’on know, baby. They on some old head shit. My little king’s hungry, though.”
“Isn’t he always?”
“Yeah, his daddy is, too, if you know what I mean.”
We walked into the house and upstairs to my old bedroom. I lay beside her, rubbing her thigh as she fed Aspen. When she finished, she burped him and laid him down to sleep.
“Daddy’s hungry too.”
“You’re not about to drink this boy’s milk,” she fussed with a giggle.
“I’m not. I want the grown man’s milk. It’s much sweeter.” I tugged her legs to the edge of the bed and dragged her leggings and panties down.
“We’ll get caught,” she hissed.
“All the more reason I should do it. ’Sides, I’m thirsty.”
“The baby might wake up.”
“Shh.”
“I’m serious, CJ.”
I slid my fingers through her folds and tugged her clit gently before I pulled it between my lips. The denials and hesitations slipped away as I sucked on her, and her hips arched off the bed. I slid another finger into her until she started pushing her hips down.
I positioned her thighs over my shoulders, slid two fingers in her ass, and slid my tongue inside of her.
“Cedar!”
“Baby, you ’bout to alert everybody with all that damn screaming.”
She clamped her hand over her mouth and then apologized.
“My bad. It’s been so long.”
“It’s just been a week. I fucked you good the morning you went into labor. I still swear it’s this dick that sent you into labor.”
She giggled. “I think you’re right.”
“Now hush up and let me give you what you’ve been needing.”
I closed my lips over her mound again, slid my tongue back inside of her, and feasted on that sweet nectar. She rocked forward, gyrated, and thrust. I used my tongue, lips, and fingers to coax her to the edge.
When she finally released, she grabbed the pillow and pulled it over her face to muffle her scream. My eyes shuddered closed as she coated my tongue and lips with her sweet nectar.
She propped up on her elbows and smiled sweetly at me.
“Thanks, baby. Sundays are always sweeter because of you,” she declared.
“Thank you for making loving you easy like Sunday morning,” I replied.
I kissed her lips and helped her dress again.
“We didn’t even wake our little king,” I pronounced.
“I don’t think we should press our luck, but I promise to hook you up when we get home.”
“I’ma hold you to that,” I declared, kissed her again, and winked.
My heart was full. I had everything that I needed and couldn’t ask for more. The painful journey I’d been on leading to this day was worth every jab to my heart, because my little guy and my beautiful woman had put it back together again.