Epilogue #3
Walking toward her and pointing at the mattress, I chuckled. “On that. After yo’ lil nap, I’m gon’ clean it, place a sheet on that hot ass cement by the pool, an’ let the sun do its job.”
Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Mona sighed. “You know damn well I’m not finna sleep in that wet-up bed. I’m going to shower, go for a swim, and talk your head off while you clean the mattress.”
As our feet touched, I lovingly looked down at my best charm, lifted her on me, and said, “I’ll bathe you.”
Draping her arms around my neck, she asked, “Inside or on the rooftop?”
Resting my lips against hers, I gazed into her bright, happy eyes. I massaged her back and whispered, “The rooftop.”
“Oooou, two cramped bodies flopping water everywhere sounds good to me,” she cooed as I strolled toward the bathroom so we could retrieve her bathing items.
We never broke eye contact as we entered the intimate, earth-toned bathroom.
She didn’t flinch or tense up. Her bottom lip didn’t quiver.
Fear wasn’t embedded in her eyes. Every now and again, I needed to know if our hurtful past lingered.
All those, every now and again, caused me to expel a sigh of relief.
When we arrived on the rooftop, our single phone for music was connected via Bluetooth. A playlist of classic-to-new lovemaking songs was selected. The first song blasted. I wrapped my arms tighter around my wife and never tore my eyes from her while dancing toward the backyard-style tub.
“There’s one thing we need to discuss later,” Mona announced, dragging her nails down my neck as I arrived at the tub.
“What’s that?”
“August Junior’s wasted potential and talents. August, he’s venturing in your footsteps, and I don’t like that,” she admitted as I opened her body wash and tossed the purple contents inside.
“I don’t like it either. So, we need to come up wit’ a plan to put him back on the right track,” I responded as she grinned wickedly and shut her eyelids.
“Mona, what the hell did you do?” I howled in laughter, turning on the water knobs.
“I might have nicely … well begged Germoney to accept the plane ticket that I bought and quadruple begged for her to come stay the summer, possibly live with us,” she said slowly as I laughed hard, seeing that I wasn’t wrong with those exact thoughts.
“In that case, our son gon’ be on the right track befo’ we … ah, shit, Mona. We might got to leave early,” I told her as my eyes bulged.
“What the fuck did you do?” she asked, snapping her eyes to look at me sternly.
“He wanted to know how it was so easy fo’ me to get you pregnant, an’ my dumb ass said ‘cause I bounce them eggs up to the top, lean to the left, allowin’ an egg to tip over, an’ boom my nut comin’ to greet yo’ egg,” I said seriously, causing her to howl in laughter.
“You laughin’ but if that nigga took me dead ass serious, knowin’ that’s not how the body works … an’ he desperate … he gon’ get them drawls an’ all that nut gon’ be in her,” I announced, causing her to stop laughing.
Slowly, she asked, “Did you say our son is desperate?”
“Yes.”
“On a scale of Azaria willing to do anything to get a third yogurt cup in ten minutes to King, Kingdon, and Kingsley doing their all to get you back into their lives, how desperate is he?” she probed, fingers twitching against my neck.
“He bought an engagement ring two weeks ago. Said he puttin’ out good energy fo’ them,” I answered as she balled my lips so tightly that my mouth started hurting.
“How the hell did you leave that out?” she hissed, glaring at me and slowly removing her hand from my mouth.
“It slipped my mind an’ never returned when Azaria hollered nastily, ‘Dis guh, shitted on me! Dada!” I answered honestly, remembering the worst day of the week in our new home.
Patting my shoulders, my wife said, “In that case, you aren’t in trouble.
That was an interesting, gagging, hollering, and shell-shocked children’s day.
Well, since he has a ring, his head is in the right place as far as stepping up and doing things the right way.
Get us in this tub. Whatever happened in the States with his dick and her pussy has nothing to do with this nutty one that feels as if some of your sperm isn’t dead but wiggling their tails to tickle my pussy. ”
“Mona, please be quiet!” I laughed loudly, stepping into the warm, bubbly water.
As we descended into the tub, she soothingly said, “Ah, there there, little fuckas, be washed away.”
Becoming as comfortable as possible, I placed my hands on the sides of the tub. Eyeing the headstrong woman who carried out everything she desired and beat many obstacles that slid into her galaxy, I asked, “May I have yo’ lips fo’ever an’ always, Mona Abbott?”
“Yes, you can,” she cooed, leaning forward.
After cuffing her ass and pulling her closer to me, I jogged my tongue around her lips. Before slithering my tongue into her mouth, I groaned, “I fuckin’ better.”
“Gag me, Auggie,” she moaned as my dick stiffened.
Hovering her pussy over my dick, I held out, “You ain’t gotta tell me twice.”