Chapter 13
THIRTEEN
It had been a hell of a week for Tuesday. Biggie came home a little over a week ago, and he had been up under her and Wallis ever since. She wasn’t even mad about it. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight, anyway. It was an adjustment having a man around the house, though.
The previous night, Biggie convinced her to come to his place since it was bigger, but she let him know if they were going to spend time there she was going to do some serious decorating.
He seemed happy with that, so that was her plan tonight, even though she was getting off after a full day of work.
“I’m just getting home, girl,” Tuesday said tiredly.
“Home? Or to that man’s house?” Winter asked with laughter laced in her voice.
“I said what I said. Home. Home is wherever my son and Biggie are.”
“Girl, don’t make me cry. That is so beautiful.”
“Get off my line, ma’am. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Thank you for your help today.”
“Any time, friend.”
They disconnected the call just as Tuesday pulled into Biggie’s driveway. A yawn escaped her mouth as she got out the car. Biggie wasted no time getting her a key, so she used it to walk inside and stopped when she heard soft jazz playing in the cream colored living room.
After taking her tennis shoes off, she walked into the living room and saw Biggie sitting on the couch, dressed in black jeans and a black button up; a change from the sweats and T-shirts he’d been wearing since coming home from the hospital.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she rounded the couch.
“Come here, babe,” Biggie said, pulling her down onto his lap.
She giggled as he kissed her neck; her pussy thumped.
They hadn’t attempted sex since he got home.
She was too worried about his healing, but she knew Biggie wouldn’t be going for that too much longer.
She couldn’t say she blamed him. The more time they spent just getting to know each other, on a mental and emotional level, the more attracted to him she became.
“Let’s go on a date tonight.”
Tuesday’s eyebrows rose.
“I’m tired, Biggie. I don’t—”
“I’m not gonna take no for an answer. You know I don’t be askin’ women on dates and shit, so just do me this solid…please?”
He never said please, either, so Tuesday knew this must’ve been important to him.
“What about Wallis? Where is he, anyway?”
“With yo’ mama.”
Tuesday cut her eyes at him.
“Y’all already conspiring together.”
“Yup.” He patted her thigh. “Now go get ready, and hurry up. I’m hungry.”
She knew better than to keep Biggie waiting when he was hungry, so she got off his lap and trudged toward the stairs so she could get ready, thanking God she had enough sense to pack clothes for every occasion when they left her house yesterday.
“I’m so full,” Tuesday palmed her tummy as they walked along Pebbles Beach.
.
Biggie surprised her with reservations at Clout, where she ordered Shrimp Scampi; a restaurant she’d been dying to go too.
It was brand new, and their dishes looked so good on Instagram.
They didn’t disappoint, and even though she was full, she couldn’t wait to dig into the leftovers that were currently in Biggie’s backseat.
They stopped at the beach to walk along the shoreline, but Tuesday made sure they didn’t go too far. Biggie was doing better and not out of breath as much as he was a week ago, but she didn’t want to run any risks. He was still healing, and she could tell often that he was still in some pain.
“Me too,” Biggie agreed as they walked; their hands interlocked.
Tuesday eyed him.
“All you ate, you better be full.”
“I like to eat,” he replied, licking his lips and looking directly into her eyes.
Tuesday blushed and tried looking away, but Biggie stopped, causing her to stop too.
The sun had long set, and the stars watched over them as they stood facing one another, the waves from the ocean brushing against their feet.
They’d left their shoes in the car to get the full beach walking experience.
“I got out the game,” he finally said, as if that news was new news.
“I know, and I appreciate that more than you know. I know that wasn’t an easy decision for you.”
“It wasn’t, but it was necessary. Gettin’ shot was a wake up call. Ain’t shit out there in the streets for me. All I need is you and my junior. I got out the game for y’all, but for me too. I want to live a long life.”
“I want that for you, too, Biggie.”
“You gon’ finally be my girl then or what?”
Tuesday was startled by that question, but she shouldn’t have been. She knew it was coming, and she prepared herself for it. After her initial shock, she cleared her throat and smiled. “Yes, Biggie. We can make this official. I’ll be your girl.”
Biggie smiled; something he didn’t do often, and it melted her heart. As he leaned down and kissed her, she felt her heart doing somersaults. She felt so at peace in this moment.
He pulled back.
“I love you, Tuesday and I’m gonna make you and our son so happy.”
“I love you too, Biggie.”
His crooked grin hinted at what he was going to say before he opened his mouth, causing Tuesday to blush and giggle.
“You gon’ give me some pussy tonight?”
“If we take it slow–”
“Come on,” Biggie said, grabbing her hand and hightailing it toward his car. “This date is officially over.”
Tuesday laughed wildly behind him, trying to catch up.
“Wait. Be careful,” she fussed. “Don’t overdo it.”
Making it to his vehicle, he opened her door for her. When she was tucked safely inside, he leaned down and grinned.
“Oh, I’m definitely overdoing it tonight.”
When her door closed, Tuesday shook her head.
She couldn’t believe she officially had a man now, and that they were finally a complete family, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She loved Wallis, and she loved his daddy real bad, and she couldn’t wait to get home to consummate their budding relationship.