Chapter 50
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The sun had barely risen and already danced through the linen curtains of Kamilla’s bedroom.
Sleeping soundly underneath his watchful gaze was Kairo who’d straggled into the room almost three hours ago before he could pull Kamilla in for another round.
Instead, he settled for pulling her bonnet off and fondling her curls until his fingers twitched with thumps of melodies.
A soft touch prompted him to take the headphones off his head and drift his eyes up at the beauty that consumed his thoughts.
She was his dream with his eyes wide open.
Thankfulness flooded him as he took her in, wild hair he was the cause of, his shirt that once swallowed her was filled with her full breasts and hips he was going to have the pleasure in watching spread to house another beautiful addition to their universe.
“You still on jail time?” she sassed, voice still heavy with tiredness.
Cairo pulled her down to his lap and kissed her face. “Yes and no. Your son kicked me in the face twice and for a second, I forgot that I was in the bed with my family and not in a bunk. Almost sent my boy flyin’ across the room.”
“He did that on purpose,” Kamilla softly laughed, peering down at him gazing up at her. “I had to fight my way out of his vice grip.”
“I can’t be mad at him though; he gets the territorial shit from me,” Cairo hummed, kissing her again.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” she softly questioned, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it. Deprived.
Cairo buried his hands into her hair and groaned. “I can’t look at you, Mariposa? Take in some soft features in the morning?”
Kamilla’s eyes lifted to the large windows of the sunroom. The sun had barely broken the horizon. “You can. I was just asking. You got my hair all over the place.”
“That’s how I like it. Beautiful as hell you know that?” he posed as she picked up his headphones and repositioned herself to staddle his lap.
“Mmhmm,” she buzzed. “I know. You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Stop talkin’ to me like that,” he muttered against the fabric of her shirt. “Want to hear what I’m working on?”
“Always,” she buzzed, placing the large headphones over her ears. Cairo reached around her, hit the space bar and leaned back in the seat, watching her intently.
He’d studied the beat forward and backward for hours.
The soft thump of his fingers against the exposed skin on her thighs, he watched her.
A facial expression, a bob of the head anything even a twinkle of the eye would’ve settled his longing for her approval.
Approval he never knew he needed until his vision was graced by those eyes on him.
In her ears played a sexy, sultry R I looked into those accounts and my business portfolio. You held me all the way down. You get the white linen and the house on the hill and everything else in between. With your mean ass.”
“You like it,” Kamilla teased.
“Oh nah, Mariposa. I love it. Go pack his bag for me.”
“Say please,” she crooned against his lips.
“Please.”
“Ok, baby daddy.”
“Pack that blue shit you got in drawer in the closet with the tags on it,” he grumbled, kissing her and pulling away like lightning the minute he heard a set of pans clash against the floor. “Damn, I can’t leave that boy alone for three seconds?”
“Nope. I lost him in the house when he was two. Found him ten minutes later on top the stove with a potato peeler. Considering I was a child who listened, that’s all you.”
Cairo chuckled and moved toward the kitchen. “That’s your daddy in toddler form coming back to keep me on my damn toes.”
After half the day went, a nap and lunch, the pair of Hendrix’s were headed to Pepe’s. There wasn’t a second Cairo wanted to spend without his seed. All the things he was deprived of as a child he was going to give to his son and every child he had the honor of making with Kamilla.
Pulling up to Pepe’s, he smirked to himself, finding East sitting outside on the bench painting with murals of the city. With Kairo in tow, he walked over.
“You beat me here, I like that,” he stated.
“Not going to lie, I was thinking about how much easier it would be to spot this manager you said you had and rob him,” East spoke up, standing to his feet. “Go back to Port East…this you?”
Cairo let a smile form over his lips and nod. “Yeah, this is my little blue, Kairo-Palmer. Kai, this is my friend East.”
East looked down at the boy holding his father’s genetic make-up down to the scowl. “You girl’s genes didn’t fight at all.”
East lowered himself down to be level and held his fist out for a bump. “How you feelin’, little blue?”
“I’m feeling like I’m surfin’ through the sky,” Kairo recited his grandfather’s lyrics.
“Ahh shit, you know KP, huh?” East asked.
He frowned. “I am KP.”
East looked up at Cairo who nodded in agreeance. East put the pieces to the puzzle together and stood in a amazement. “You bagged KP’s daughter? Okay, OG.”
“KP’s daughter is the A&R you want a contract from. So cool it,” Cairo stated, heading into the restaurant. “But yeah, that’s my lady.”
“And my momma and I don’t play that. On Azul,” Kairo-Palmer spoke up, mugging East. “You want me to beat you up?”
East chuckled. “Definitely your kid.”