Chapter 37 #2
“Aye, whatever Brit on, you need to be on the same thing. You doing amazing with the twins. Take a night to say fuck them kids. You deserve that shit, Jadey,” I added, hoping to get her to loosen up.
Kaymen confided in us about how hard postpartum was hitting her.
Her emotions were up and down, and she struggled with mom guilt a lot.
We were all doing our part of assuring her that she was doing amazing, especially considering the fact that she was a first-time mother and of twins, no less.
A smile graced her face as she let her shoulders down a little. “Okay, you guys are right. But we’re out of here by eleven-thirty.”
“If you get as lit as Brit, Kay might have to carry your ass outta here.”
“Shit, I’m hoping that’s the plan.” He slapped her ass, prompting me and Jazzy to screw our face up at them.
“Y’all nasty,” my wife teased them.
“Nasty as fuck.” I fake gagged.
Jadey giggled while looking up at Kaymen all lovesick and shit.
“They working on another set of twins already.” J’Ru sighed deeply with a shake of his head. We all laughed while Kaymen stuck him the middle finger.
Me and my baby got a dance in, and it was safe to say she was feeling good as fuck tonight. She was throwing ass back left and right on a nigga, and I was catching that shit.
“Yo, get a fucking room!” Jersey screwed his face up at us.
“These married folks wildin’ tonight,” Diamond added. I couldn’t even lie. Us married folks were on one tonight. A night out seemed to be long overdue for all of us. We had kids, busy lives, and family shit we dealt with day in and day out. We needed some time just to hang and turn up.
I had Jazzy bent over, throwing her ass back. Britain was giving Priest a lap dance. Jadey had Kaymen pushed against the wall. J’Ru was tonguing Aja down, while Kross was slapping Remedy’s ass while she made it clap for him.
“Y’all worried about us? Look at those two over there.” Jazzlyn stood up straight before pointing at Moe and Angie.
They looked to be in their own little world.
My nigga finally stopped acting like a little hoe, let his nuts hang, and bagged Angie.
Shit was fresh between them. Moe never told us shit about what they had going on; however, my nosy ass always heard bits and pieces of conversation Angie had with my wife.
My baby was like an old lady. She took all her phone calls on speaker.
Angie was head over hills for that country-ass nigga, and I knew he felt the same based off how protective he was of her.
“Taylor and Cinco asses look like they recruiting,” I whispered in Jazzy’s ear, prompting her to bust out laughing.
“Ahk, you’re so fucking messy.”
They were in a section with some chick having a grand time.
It wasn’t public knowledge that Taylor and Cinco were taking bitches down together; however, within our friend group, we all knew.
It honestly wasn’t much of a shocker; Taylor was a wild card and lived life on the edge.
I knew like hell to never ask my wife for a threesome.
She was nothing like Taylor and would bust a cap in my ass.
“That’s their girlfriend,” she enlightened me with an amused look on her face.
I raised my brows, unsure if I heard my wife correctly. “Hold the fuck up. What you just say?”
She threw her head back in laughter. “I’m serious, Ahk. They’re in one of those poly relationships now. Your messy ass better not say nothing out of pocket to them either.”
“Ain’t shit messy ‘bout me. I just ask what everybody else thinking. He be fucking both of ’em?”
“Yup.”
“Damn. That nigga living the fucking dream.”
She moved so fucking quick that I ain’t even see the smack upside the head coming. “Tread lightly, nigga. Remember what I did to the last bitch who had your dick in her mouth.”
“Baby, I can’t forget that. You fucked Amina’s ass up. Fucked me up too. Had me icing my lip for two days.”
“Yeah, so don’t get to thinking like Cinco ‘cause I ain’t Taylor.” She shot me a threatening eye.
“Calm your little crazy ass down. You know you the only one my dick jump for. Plus, I ain’t ready to die.
I’d rather play in traffic than with you,” I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around her before kissing her lips.
She made sure to wipe her lip gloss from my lips before smiling at me.
My wife wasn’t wrapped too tight, and no matter how scary that shit was, I also found it sexy as fuck.
If I stared into her eyes deep enough and looked past how sultry and sexy they were, I could see the thin line she had between sane and fucking psychotic.
She wrapped her arms around my neck before leaning in for a kiss. “If I tell you something, you promise you won’t flip out?”
I chuckled. Any time she started a conversation like that, I was in for some shit. I peered down at her suspiciously before nodding my head. “What’s up, Lovey?”
She pursed her lips before shooting me a set of nervous eyes. “I’m late.”
“Lovey, you late all the damn time. We pulled up late here. Nobody expect you to be on time.”
She smacked her lips with a stale look panning out on her face. “No, idiot. I’m late… like my period.”
When she said that, I couldn’t contain the big-ass smile that broke out on my face. “You deadass?”
She nodded. “I haven’t taken a test yet. I wanted to do it together.”
“C’mon. We going home.”
“Ahkeem!”
“Fuck that. We had a time. Let’s go say bye to our people. We out.” I took her hand, and we began navigating the crowd, saying bye to our family and friends.
PJ and Brit were the last ones to say goodbye to, but they were so fucking turnt, it was like trying to catch two dogs while they were having the zoomies.
PJ had a bottle in his hand while Britain was throwing back shots.
I already knew when she called my wife tomorrow morning, she was going to be pumping and dumping.
“Y’all needed this night out, I see,” Jazzy giggled once Priest finally wrapped his arms around Britain.
“Man… them fucking kids, son… they running us crazy.”
“Fuck them kids tonight!” Britain cheered with her hand in the air.
Jazzy and I busted out laughing while shaking our heads. “Y’all good? We about to dip.”
“Shit, already?” Priest dapped me up.
“Yeah. We’ll be at the house, so come by. I’ll cook breakfast. Bring my babies,” Jazzy told them.
“We will. Drive safe. Love you guys.” Brit hugged us both before she zoomed off as soon as “Take Me Thru Dere” came blasting through the speakers.
“Yo, I love my fucking wife!” Priest exclaimed before hugging us both. “Be safe. See y’all tomorrow.” He then jetted right behind Brit, trying to catch all the ass she was throwing back.
When we got close to Staten Island, we stopped at the 24-hour pharmacy, and we racked up on pregnancy tests like two silly-ass kids.
“You been feeling symptoms and shit?” I asked her as we nervously paced the bathroom floor together.
“Not really. But I never really feel the symptoms.”
I checked my watch, seeing we had a minute left before we could see the results. For the last sixty seconds, I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips.
“If it’s negative, we not gone let it deter us.”
“Of course, baby,” she assured.
The minute dragged on before it was finally time. We both rushed over to the sink, damn near toppling over each other. Our eyes widened at the results.
Pregnant+
We checked the other one. It was positive too!
“I knew I was hitting that shit right! It had to happen the night I had your leg up on my shoulder!”
She smacked her lips. “Nigga.”
I busted out laughing. “My bad, Lovey. I’m just too fucking excited, yo.” I lifted her up in the air and spun her around. She laughed and squealed excitedly while kicking her feet like a child.
“Ahk, we’re having a baby!”
“We having a fucking baby!”
This shit felt surreal, but I knew we deserved it. The shit we went through this year wasn’t shit to stress about when we had all these blessings raining in. Life was good, and I wouldn’t want to do life without my Lovey. She made everything just make sense.
“I love you, Ahkeem.”
“I love you too.” I crashed my lips into hers.
“Forever?” She smirked.
I mirrored the smirk on her face. “Forever.”