16. Kay’lo Mensah
Drahma Town
Tonight, I was in the section with Renza and Blaq, finally gettin’ a chance to sit down and enjoy a drink without thinkin’ about work for a few hours.
Between runnin’ my businesses, bein’ a husband, a father and takin’ care of my home, had a nigga movin’ nonstop, which was exactly why I planned this night in the first place.
Pressure was supposed to be here too, but he had cancelled on us again. At this point, I couldn’t even act surprised ‘cause it wasn’t the first time this nigga backed out lately.
Even though I missed my cousin and wanted us all together like old times, I wasn’t about to keep blowin’ his phone up askin’ questions. Whatever he had goin’ on was somethin’ he needed to figure out, and when he was ready to talk, that nigga knew I was gon’ be right there.
The music was good, the drinks kept comin’ and Blaq had everybody around us laughin’ ‘cause he was tellin’ one of them stories that got wilder every time he opened his mouth.
Renza wasn’t lettin’ him get away with nothin’, and every other sentence he was callin’ him a lyin’ ass nigga while I sat here grinnin’.
“Nigga, I swear yo’ ass makin’ this shit up as you go,” Renza laughed.
All three of us laughed, and right when Blaq started defendin’ himself again, my phone buzzed in my hand.
I glanced down, and the second I saw my wife’s name across the screen, I smiled before I even opened the message.
It was five attachments…
I tapped the first picture, and my eyebrows lifted almost immediately.
Toni was standin’ in front of our bedroom mirror wearin’ a red lace and leather set that looked so damn good against her skin, it almost pissed me off that she waited until I left the house to put it on.
That lil’ ass leather bra barely held them pretty ass titties, and the way they sat all full against that red had my mouth waterin’ already.
Her small waist had me shakin’ my head, but it was the way that lace wrapped around her hips and showed off that soft ass that had me bitin’ my lip.
The panties hugged every curve, and when she turned sideways in one of the pictures, I could see just enough to know my wife was sittin’ at home playin’ in my face.
Her haircut framed her face so damn good that I had to bite my lip and shake my head again ‘cause Toni knew exactly what she was doin’. She wasn’t just sendin’ me pictures. She was makin’ sure a nigga couldn’t think about nothin’ else but gettin’ back home to her.
By the fifth picture, I had shifted in my seat ‘cause my wife knew exactly what she was doin’, and she also knew she had already made it hard for me to keep my mind on anything else.
I shook my head while a grin spread across my face.
Me: So you waited until I left the house to put all that on?
She answered almost before I could lock my phone.
My Fine Ass Wife: Maybe.
Another message came through.
My Fine Ass Wife: You would’ve never made it out the front door if I put it on sooner.
I laughed ‘cause she wasn’t lyin’.
Me: You right. I’d most definitely still be at the crib.
Three lil’ bubbles appeared again.
My Fine Ass Wife: I’m ovulatin’.
I read it once. Then I read it again, and another message came right behind it.
My Fine Ass Wife: I want more babies.
The smile on my face got even bigger.
There wasn’t a part of me that had to think about the answer ‘cause I had been wantin’ another baby just as much as she did, and My’Love was barely one.
Every time I watched her with our lil’ girl, I thanked God for givin’ me a woman who loved bein’ a wife just as much as she loved bein’ a mother.
Buildin’ a family with Toni had become my favorite part of life, and if she was tellin’ me tonight was the night, then I already knew where I needed to be.
I looked back down at my phone and started typin’.
Me: Baby, you send me pictures lookin’ like that and then tell me you ovulatin’. You really expect me to finish this drink?
She sent back a laughin’ emoji before another message popped up.
My Fine Ass Wife: Nope.
I smiled…
My Fine Ass Wife: I expect my husband to bring his fine ass home.
I bit my lip again while I typed.
Me: Don’t take a single piece of that shit off. Leave everything exactly how it is until I walk through that front door.
She answered with a heart. Then another message came through.
My Fine Ass Wife: I’m ready for my baby, Daddy.
Lord…
I rubbed my chin while I smirked to myself.
Me: Then keep that pretty ass right where you at, ‘cause I’m on my way home to give my wife exactly what she asked me for.
She sent back three red hearts before addin’ one last message.
My Fine Ass Wife: Drive safe. I’ll be waitin’.
I locked my phone with a smile I couldn’t hide if I tried, finished the rest of my drink, and sat my glass on the table.
Renza looked over at me the second I stood up. “The fuck you goin’?”
I grabbed my keys and looked at his goofy ass. “I’m finna go mind my damn business.”
“The hell you is,” Renza said. “You just got here.”
I shrugged. “My wife texted me.”
Renza looked at me like I had lost my damn mind. “So?”
“So… my wife texted me, nigga. What part you confused about?”
Blaq started laughin’ ‘cause he already knew what that meant.
Renza pointed at me and shook his head. “I swear I’m sick of you and Pressure. Every time we finally get together, one of y’all niggas disappear.”
I laughed while slidin’ my phone in my pocket. “Aye… Pressure got what he got goin’ on, but that ain’t got shit to do with what I got goin’ on.”
“And what you got goin’ on?” Blaq asked with a smirk.
“My wife just told me she ovulatin’.”
He slapped the table so hard he almost spilled his drink. “Oh, he definitely gone.”
Renza closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I can’t stand married niggas.”
The three of us laughed together before I reached over and dapped both of them up. “A’ight…”
I made my way through the club, dappin’ up a few people who called my name before I reached the front door. The security guards spotted me immediately, and both of ‘em held they hands out.
“‘Lo Motion,” one of ‘em called out with a wide grin.
I dapped both of ‘em up. “Y’all boys be easy.”
I walked across the parkin’ lot with my keys already in my hand, climbed into my whip, and started the engine.
My wife was at home waitin’ on me, and she was ovulatin’.
I pulled out of the parkin’ lot and headed home ‘cause I had every intention of givin’ my wife the baby we both wanted.
Soon as I made it to the crib, I headed upstairs and straight to our room. I looked around and ain’t see Toni nowhere. I tossed my keys on the dresser, checked the bathroom, and she wasn’t in there either. Right when I reached for my phone to call her, that shit started ringin’ in my hand.
“Wassup, baby?” I answered.
“Get yo’ ass downstairs…” she said. The sound of her voice alone had me bitin’ my lip before I even realized I was doin’ the shit.
Toni always knew how to get a nigga’s attention, and after them pictures she sent me at the club, I already knew she was up to somethin’. My wife wasn’t the type to play games unless she planned on winnin’, and I had a feelin’ she been plottin’ on me ever since I walked out that front door.
A’ight,” I said low. “I’m on my way.”Soon as the call ended, I headed back downstairs. Halfway down the hall, I stopped at the bar and grabbed a bottle of Hennessy Paradis. That was smooth enough for a night like this, and if my wife was settin’ the mood, I wasn’t about to walk in empty-handed.
Eventually, I made my way toward the room that belonged to me and Toni, and I ain’t waste no time turnin’ the knob. The second I pushed the door open, I understood exactly why she wanted me downstairs.
She was standin’ a few feet away in that same red shit she had been torturin’ me with all damn night, and it looked even better in person.
That rich red hugged her skin so good it almost looked painted on, and I swear I forgot what I was finna say the moment my eyes landed on her.
Then there was that damn haircut that was neck-length.
I still ain’t know what the hell women called that hairstyle, but one thing I did know was that shit fit my wife.
It framed her face so damn good that all I could do was shake my head.
“Damn, baby…” I muttered. “You really been down here waitin’ on me lookin’ like this?”
Her pretty ass titties was damn near spillin’ out them red leather bra cups, and the way her hard nipples pushed against the shit had me rubbin’ the back of my neck.
Toni knew exactly what she was doin’. She knew every inch of her body drove me crazy, and she wore that shit with the kind of confidence that made it impossible for a nigga to look anywhere else.
My eyes drifted lower until they landed on her flat stomach, and I found myself grinnin’. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to put another one of my babies in that muthafucka.
Never takin’ my eyes off her, I twisted the top off the bottle of Hennessy Paradis and took a long pull straight from it.
The burn rolled down my throat smooth, but it ain’t do a damn thing to cool me off.
If anything, watchin’ Toni close the distance between us only made me want her that much more.
She walked toward me slow, and every step she took had my full attention.
“You look good as hell, ba…”
Before I could finish the sentence, Toni’s hand cracked across my face.
The slap stung enough to make my eyes water for a second, but I ain’t move. I just stood here lookin’ at her while she looked right back at me.
“You late,” she said.
Her voice wasn’t loud, but it carried enough authority to let me know she wasn’t playin’ tonight. The way she held eye contact with me had my body reactin’ before I could help it, and I felt my dick get hard.
I opened my mouth to explain myself, but another slap landed before I could get a word out. This one hit harder than the first, and all it made me do was tighten my jaw.