Chapter 11
Toni McCall
BONUS MOM
“Why you stopped? You got tired? How you let me get through these burpees before you?” I panted, with my hands on my hips, looking down at Zayne, who had his hands on his hips as well, and he was trying to catch his breath.
I was outside in the backyard with him, and the two of us were doing drills.
I was conditioning with him, and so far, we’ve been out here for almost an hour.
I was sweaty, just as he was, but I felt good because we were able to get through a great workout.
I tried to have Brooklyn come out here with us, but to know my niece is to know that that girl didn’t like doing anything that involved being out in the sun.
Steel was out front, washing all the cars, and my mom came by earlier, and kidnapped Zaylani.
“I’m tired. I feel like the workouts with you are much more intense from when I work out with my dad. How you know how to do all this stuff, and you’re a girl?” he asked, sitting down on the grass, looking at me like he was confused out of his mind.
Before I answered his question, I went ahead, and I finished the last five burpees, and then I sat down on the grass next to him.
I had a big, gallon sized water that was to my right, that I quickly opened, and I guzzled a lot of it down.
I have been doing a water cleanse this week because my bachelorette party was in two days, and I knew that I was going to get tore up with my girls, so I just wanted as much water in my system as possible.
“So, what you saying? You don’t think that girls can do stuff that boys can?” I asked him, my knees pulled up in front of me, while I placed the palms of my hands behind me, leaning back a little bit.
I was sitting next to him in a Nike sports bra, with matching shorts.
I was proud of the work that I’ve been putting in with my body.
I truly believed that I was in the best shape of my life.
Because we were outside, and it was a little warm out today, I was wearing a Nike hat over my head, that covered my entire pixie cut.
Once I was back in the room, and I showered, I planned to wash my hair as well.
“No. I just feel like a lot of stuff is easier for boys. When we have P.E, the girls are always crying and whining when it’s time for us to run.
They be so lazy,” he voiced, and I cracked up listening to him because he had the nerve to sit his little ass here, and sound as if he was disgusted by the little girls in his class being lazy when it was time for them to run.
He sat here, and he started giving me all the first-grade drama.
Brooklyn and Zayne were running neck and neck when it came down to the drama that would happen in school.
At times, I felt like Zayne had better stories than Brooklyn, which was crazy because Brooklyn was a senior in high school, so you would think that the tea she would give me would be much better.
Zayne’s drama always consisted of some little boy took another little boy’s girlfriend, and how they had a fight during recess.
If it wasn’t that, they would be fighting over sports, and who was better than who when it came to sports. I lived for that kind of messy drama.
“You ready for the wedding?” I asked him, changing the subject, and my question caused him to smile.
Seeing him smile, it really had his features standing out so much that he’d inherited from his dad.
“I’m ready. This my first time going to a wedding. I think I’m going to cry,” he told me.
I cooed at his words, and then I pulled him closer to me.
I’ve always loved that Zayne has been tuned in with his emotions.
He was a tough boy. Very mannish like how Steel’s mom told me that Steel used to be as a kid, but he wasn’t afraid to tap into his emotions.
Steel had offered him that safe space to shed tears since he was a baby, and he never judged him for it, either.
Zayne would shed tears whenever something made him extremely happy, sad, or even at times when he was angry.
“And if you do, that’s completely fine. People cry at weddings all the time. Your daddy going to be crying right along with you,” I joked, and he laughed at what I said, and he turned his head, so that he could look at me.
He started at me for about five seconds, and without any warning, his eyes began to water. The second he blinked, a tear fell from his eye, and he laughed it off, while picking up his wife beater that he’d taken off, and he wiped his face.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me,” I said, my attention solely on him, waiting for him to tell me what was going on.
I knew these weren’t sad tears though. I could sense that he’d just gotten so happy that he started crying.
“I’m just happy. Nothing crazy. Just happy to have you in my life, that’s all,” his words warmed my heart. I mean, really pulled at my heart strings, and was going to have me out here, shedding tears right along with him.
I went ahead, and I pulled him by his arm, lifting him, so that I could place him in my lap.
Zayne is a big boy now. He would be seven years old in a few more months, but I still view him as the five-year-old that he was when I came into his life.
The five-year-old with the two missing front teeth, that was just as cute as he could be.
Even though every day, he liked to come home from school, bragging to me about the new girl that he liked, or when he would talk to me about all the plans that he had to go to the NFL, he would always be my little baby.
I made sure to let him know that I was happy to have him in my life as well and let him know how much I love him.
In the middle of us having our moment, I heard the gate open to the backyard, and moments later, it was Steel making his way over.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so his hard abs were on full display.
With his shirt being off, you really got to appreciate all the tattoos that adorned his skin.
He was wearing black joggers, that hung off his waist just a little bit, so the band to his briefs were exposed.
He wore socks, with a pair of slides, and you could see some of the water that had gotten on his joggers, due to him being outside, washing all the cars.
It was hot out, so he was sweating a little bit, as he walked that cocky walk over to us.
“Nah man. This ain’t that. Get up off my lady, bruh.
All them first grade girls that you come home talking about every day, find one of them to snuggle up with.
This one is taken. She about to be a married woman in a few days,” Steel joked, coming over to Zayne, and I, seeing that he was still sitting in my lap, and I had my arms wrapped around him, loving on him.
Zayne thought that his dad was the funniest person in the world, so he chuckled, as Steel came over, lifted him from my lap, and Steel roughed him up a little bit, as he held his body in the air.
He playfully put Zayne in a headlock, and Zayne was cracking up in laughter, loving playful stuff like this with his father.
They carried on like that with each other for about a minute, and then Steel eventually lowered Zayne down to the grass.
“How was your workout?” Steel asked him.
“Good. It was tough though. Just because Toni is a girl, that doesn’t mean that the workout was easy,” he responded, and I laughed because this boy insists on calling me a girl, rather than calling me a woman.
“Aight. Tough is what I like to hear. Shouldn’t nothing you do come easy.
Go ahead and take a shower. Put some clothes on.
We going to all go out to eat. Tell Brook to get ready too,” Steel let him know, and he didn’t have to say it twice because Zayne quickly took off, excited about going out to eat as a family.
I sat back, with the palms of my hands resting behind me, looking up at him, and my knees were still pulled up to me.
He stood his fine ass over me, to the point that I could look up, and my face was right up under that dick.
I didn’t give a damn that he had just been in the sun, washing cars for two hours, either.
I was obsessed with this man. He could lay on top of me right now, and that sweat could get on my lip, and I wouldn’t complain.
“Since when we had plans to go out for dinner?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Shit, I was out front washing the cars, and I started craving hibachi. It was either I asked you at the last minute to cook it, or I make it easy for you, and just have you get dressed, and we go and eat as a family. Let me soak up one last night with you before you take your ass to Nola with your girls, and show your ass,” he said, and I chuckled.
My girls were in charge of my bachelorette party, and they planned a day trip in Nola for us. I knew I was going to show my ass, which is why I haven’t drank anything all week because I needed my body to be ready for the shots that I was going to indulge in.
“You jealous?” I asked him, lifting my hand up, and I grabbed his dick. I held him by his balls, massaging it for a few seconds, and then I let go.
“Jealous about what? You coming back home to me baby,” he said, and I smiled.
“As long as you know. You just make sure that when you have your bachelors party, that you give those hoes a two-minute max of dancing time,” I said, and he laughed, like what I said to him was funny.
“I told you that I don’t care about those strippers, baby. Ima be sipping that night, so you just better hope that I don’t pull up on you for a nut or two,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
“That won’t happen, so I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for it,” I voiced.
“You said that we couldn’t see each other the day of the wedding. So, if I pull up on you before midnight, you wouldn’t come out, and let me hit it? Damn. You strict as fuck,” he voiced, and I cracked up in laughter, lifting my hand up, and playfully hitting him on his chest.
“I’m strict because I want to take the proper precautions in ensuring that my marriage works?” I asked him.
“I don’t believe in that shit though. Nobody but a woman that probably don’t even have a man, sat up there and made up that bullshit.
How somebody going to tell me that I can’t see my lady the day of my wedding?
I don’t believe that shit because I believe in God, love.
The proper precaution in ensuring my marriage works with you is dropping down to my knees in prayer, going to God, asking Him to allow it to work.
Not some bullshit ass myth,” he finished, and I rolled my eyes up at him.
“You just always think you know it all,” I voiced, sliding back, so that I could stand up from the grass.
Like a damn dog, he got behind me, wrapping me up, and he started dry humping me. I was laughing to the point that it was hard for me to breathe, when he lifted me up, and he continued to do it. He eventually lowered me down to the ground, but he kept me in a bear hug.
“Let’s take a shower together,” I already knew that was coming.
I knew this man like the back of my hand. Him, coming in the backyard after he finished washing the cars was his way of trying to see what I was doing because he knew that he was going to take a shower, and wanted to drag me along.
“I need to wash my hair too,” I told him.
“What that mean? I’ll wash it for you while we’re in the shower. You don’t got but an inch of hair. That’ll only take a second,” he joked, and I laughed, but I reached my arm back, and I elbowed him in his stomach.
“I didn’t always have an inch of hair, negro. My hair used to be down to my ass,” I turned around in his arms, sassy as hell, needing to look him in his eyes, as I talked my shit.
His right hand slapped me on my ass a couple of times, and then he palmed it, cuffing as much in his hands as he could, but most of it was spilling out.
“And I’m glad you cut that shit too, baby. That ass on you is perfect. Nothing needed to be in the way, blocking my view,” he responded, leaning in, and he kissed me on my lips.
He knew how to get me with his words. I was excited for what was to come in the shower, which is why I placed one final kiss on his lips, grabbed his hand, and I led the way.
The way he had his eyes on me, I could tell that he was going to demolish me as soon as we got in the shower.
His ass better hope that I had the energy to pick up and attend this family hibachi dinner.
He knew that I was good for busting a few nuts and then taking my ass to sleep!