16. Clover
16
Clover
“ T hat’s the last of it,” my dad announced after bringing the final gift bag into the house.
I yawned deeply while rubbing my belly with both hands. “Okay. Thank you so much for everything today, Dad,” I stretched my arms out to him.
He walked into my hug and pulled me as close as possible physically. “You’re welcome, baby girl. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I did,” I nodded and took a step back with a warm smile. “It was so nice to see everyone from your side, too.”
My parents and DaVinci had thrown me the most lavish and elaborate baby shower, sparing absolutely no expense to make the day perfect. It seemed like my dad invited every single person with the last name of Castellano that lived in Mexico, but I wasn’t even mad about it. When Charm and I were younger, we spent some summers in Mexico with my abuela who was crazy as hell. We loved her, nonetheless, but the lady didn’t have a lick of sense. Now that I think about it, I’m surrounded by a bunch of crazy ass people. Lucky was most definitely doomed.
“And they were so happy to see you. My mom couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you look pregnant. She actually told DaVinci to keep you barefoot and pregnant,” he laughed.
I shook my head because that sounded just like my Abuela Lucia. “I bet she did.”
“You look so happy,” he marveled after a quick moment of silence.
“I am,” I beamed with pride, reflecting on the thoughtful care DaVinci had shown me over the course of our relationship. “The happiest I’ve ever been, honestly. And I never thought my happiness could come from being with one man. But now I have my own family,” I touched my belly and smiled. “I live in a beautiful home. Everyone around me has poured into me so much during this pregnancy. I wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.”
“Children truly are a blessing. You and Charm are my biggest blessings and accomplishments. The money is nice, owning multiple businesses is great, but you two?” He kissed my forehead and held my face. “You two are everything to me. If anyone was to ever ask me what the best part of my life is, I’d tell them it’s being a father to you and your sister.”
I teared up as I became overwhelmed with his love, as if it was flowing right into my heart. The affection and love Bash had shown me since I was kid had shaped and molded my opinion on men and how they needed to treat me if I ever took one of them seriously. Though I never had any intentions on doing that, I knew if I ever did, then the man had to be stepping like Bash did for me.
Now, as I stood in front of him, sharing quiet sentiments with our eyes, I saw a shift in him. He was no longer just my dad. He was becoming a grandfather, and his love was expanding to the life that was growing inside of me.
“My child is the luckiest kid on the planet to have you as her grandfather,” I warmly expressed as a few tears raced down my heavily made-up face.
“You didn’t name her Lucky for nothing,” he winked and lightly swiped at my tears. “You’re going to be an amazing momma.”
“I love you so much, Dad,” I hugged him again. “Thank you.”
“I love you more, Mija,” he released me and then looked behind me. “And there’s the man of the year.”
I turned slightly to see DaVinci casually moving in our direction. He had been carrying all of our gifts upstairs to Lucky’s nursery for us to sort through later. It made no sense how sexy I found that man to be. Every movement he made was so deliberate yet effortless. He always walked with so much confidence that he automatically commanded attention and respect wherever he was. The way he gazed at me with so much appreciation and admiration sent a flame right to my lady parts.
We had been back from Africa for three weeks and while that trip was utterly perfect, it felt like we had connected on an even deeper level while there. My fears of him wanting to leave were slowly being chased away. Every conversation we had while we were on the island just showed me more and more the caliber of man that I married.
“I don’t know about the year,” he chuckled and slightly blushed, kissing my cheek.
“You retired my daughter, put a ring on her finger, a bun in her oven, and you have shown her a kind of love that most women only dream about in a little under a year. I’d say you’re definitely the man of the year,” Bash bragged with a smile that warmed my heart.
Vinny shrugged, biting his lip while our eyes bore into each other. “When you love a woman the way I love this one right here, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to show her that. She’s my entire world,” his voice was filled with so much emotion that I was getting teary eyed again. “She’s more than my wife, she’s my reason . Clo Baby deserves the best of everything, and I’ll see to it that she has it forever and always. As long as she’s happy, there’ll never be a moment when I’m not.”
Bash nodded in approval. “I set the bar high, but it’s clear you’ve exceeded that. Thank you, DaVinci, for taking care of her. She’ll always be my princess, but she’s the queen of your world now.”
“That she is,” he thumbed my face, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.
My heart swelled as I listened to the two men that I loved most in the world share this moment. Not everyone could have a smooth blended family, but fortunately for me, I wasn’t one of those people. The doorbell sounded, and I knew it was my mother. No matter how many times I told her she had a code to the front door, she literally always rang the bell.
“Mom,” I laughed after opening the front door, grabbing the case of cupcakes from her. “Use your code!”
“Girl, unh unh,” she vigorously shook her head. “I know better than to walk into married folks’ house.”
“Daddy!” I called for him to come help when I saw Charm walking up, carefully balancing my baby shower cake in her hands.
When Bash and DaVinci came to the foyer, I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of me. The expression on Bash’s face was priceless while DaVinci wore a knowing smirk.
“Y’all nasty,” my momma laughed, playfully turning her lips downward in disgust.
“What you need, baby?” Vinny spoke in a light-hearted tone.
I swatted his arm as my cheeks got hot. “I was calling for my father, but since you’re both here,” I passed the cupcakes to Vinny and looked at Bash. “And Charm looks like she’s struggling with that cake,” I pointed to the driveway.
“Next time, be clear about who you’re calling,” Bash joked, shaking his head and stepping out the door to assist Charm.
Honestly, I thought Bash was gonna be repulsed, so I was glad that he kept things light. After everything was in the house, Lake, River, and Brooke showed up with the last of the food, even though I specifically said I didn’t want that shit. Not because it was nasty, but I knew I likely wasn’t going to eat it and neither was Vinny. I figured I could take it to a homeless shelter or something so that it didn’t go to waste since it was so much damn food.
Once I changed out of my pink, floor length bodycon gown, I rejoined my family in our den. For three hours, we sat around and talked about the day while playing games and watching TV simultaneously. I got up to use the bathroom, and when I came back, I looked around at everyone. Feeling all the warmth and love from their laughter and joy, my heart was so incredibly full. This was everything I had never dreamed of but now couldn’t live without.
“You okay, my baby?” Vinny approached me with a bit of trepidation etched on his face.
Lovingly staring into his eyes, I quickly nodded. “I’m better than okay.”
“Today was perfect?” Relief replaced the concerned look he previously wore.
“Beyond perfect,” I softly kissed his lips. “I can’t wait until she’s here.”
“Me either,” he radiated with joy, placing his hands on both sides of my round stomach.
“Are you happy, baby?”
His eyebrows snapped together in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just want to make sure. We both went from doing what we wanted to…to this,” I gestured around us.
“Clover,” he chuckled with a hint of annoyance. Just him calling me by my first name told me that my statement irritated him. “We can still do whatever we want. But what I want to do is this. I want you as my wife, for forever. The mother of my kids, and yes, I put an “s” on that shit because I plan to get you pregnant again as soon as Lucky turns two. You are the woman who can be the calm to my storm but also the spark that keeps me going when I need it. You ground me in a way that no one has ever been able to,” his intense gaze melted away any remaining doubts that I had. “Don’t ever ask me if I’m happy when I’m with you. The answer is always gonna be yes . I feel sick when I’m not around you, mama. I need you. You’re my everything.”
My breath got caught in my throat as I fought to swallow down a lump and keep tears from falling. Despite his slight irritation with me, I could tell that every single word that fell from his mouth was so sincere. His words wrapped my heart in a tight embrace, and I knew right then that it was forever safe in his hands.
“You’re my everything, too,” I whispered, caressing his cheek with my fingertips.
His lips curved into a small smile as he brought my hand to his lips and kissed it a few times. “Good, because what’s my motto, mama?”
“No go backs,” I giggled after a brief pause.
“No fuckin’ go backs,” he mischievously grinned and nodded. “Only way out is under. Six feet under, to be exact,” he teased my lips with his tongue before engaging in a passionate kiss. “You have my heart, my last name, my daughter, my bank account information, and my soul. There’s no part of me that you can’t have, Clo Baby. The only way we’re leaving this life is together.”
“You’re so dramatic,” I chuckled, my heart swelling with the amount of passion that was poised in his words.
“I may be,” he snickered, resting his forehead against mine. “You make me this way.”
“Lake, stop fuckin’ cheating!” Brooke’s voice interrupted our loving moment.
“And on that note,” River rose from the bean bag and grabbed her purse. “I’m out before these two get into it.”
Everyone laughed, but Brooke was still rolling her eyes hard as hell at Lake. River started a domino effect because my parents, Brooke and Lake, and Charm gathered their things to leave as well. My mom promised to come over tomorrow to help me put away my gifts, which I was grateful for. Between everyone that my family and Vinny’s family knew, the baby shower had nearly 200 people in attendance. So, y’all do the math on the number of gifts we got. The more hands I had helping put shit away, the better!
“Let me bathe you tonight, baby,” DaVinci suggested once everyone was gone, and we were upstairs in our bedroom.
We hadn’t done that in a while, so I agreed to his request. I knew he was tired because he had been up since the crack of dawn doing things to make sure the baby shower was straight. Things that I felt like I should’ve been doing, but he insisted on taking care of it, so that all I had to do was relax for the day. He paid for my hair and make-up to be done to perfection and made sure I was good throughout the five-hour event. I loved that man with everything in me.
“What are you thinking about?” He quietly asked as we sat submerged in the steamy, soapy bath water while he kneaded the soles of my feet.
“I’m thinking about how much I love you,” I shared my inner thoughts, leaning my head against the towel. “Sometimes, I think about how much I would’ve missed out on had I kept running from you. If I never would’ve made that call when I was in Thailand, would I be this happy?”
“Nope,” he smirked, sucking on my big toe for a moment, prompting me to get turned on.
“Shut up,” I chortled, shaking my head at his cockiness. “I’m witcha when ya right though.”
“I wouldn’t have been either,” he countered, moving up my legs to massage my calf muscles next. “I’m glad you called me that day.”
“Me too. What are you thinking about?” I tilted my head a tad.
“How I have the prettiest, smartest, most loving, and patient wife in the whole world. How much I want you to rub that pussy across my nose when we get out of this tub.”
“Why wait?” I bit down on the corner of my lip.
“Forever my freak bitch,” he laughed and immediately stood up, displaying his dick that was poking straight out.
He got out of the tub and helped me out as well. We quickly rinsed all the suds from our bodies in the shower and then dried off.
“Use my face for your pleasure, mama,” he demanded in a gruff tone after he laid in our bed. “Don’t stop until you’ve had enough. I mean that.”
There was something about his commands that sent me over the top and had me leaking like a faucet. My nipples were hard as rocks as I positioned myself over his face. Lowering my clit to his mouth, I sat with my knees pushed into the bed and my thighs holding his head in place. I grabbed hold of the metal frame that made up the headboard and squeezed it tight as my eyes fell shut and I fell into ecstasy.
“Yes, babyyy,” I hummed, rolling my hips back and forth.
DaVinci had to have been on some type of drugs tonight. The way his tongue lapped at my clit while I rocked back and forth was sending electric jolts throughout my entire body.
“Fuckkkk!” I screamed as my love came down and my thighs quaked around his head.
I hadn’t had enough, so I continued sliding forward and backwards and side to side across his nose and mouth. Reaching back, I took his thickness into my hand, smearing his precum over the tip before slowly stroking him. The hungry moan that he released against my pussy unexpectedly sped up my second orgasm. I came completely undone as the powerful bolts of pleasure ripped through my body. I was cummin’ so hard that I was crying, so I tried to remove myself from Vinny’s face.
“Give me one more,” he glared up at me from between my thighs with his face fully coated in my essence. “One more, baby.”
“Vinnn…” I whined while his tongue leisurely slid up and down my slit. “I can’t, I can’t.”
“Mrs. Pierre doesn’t tap out, so you can, and you will,” he urged like he needed me to cum.
Like his life depended on me having another release. He knew exactly what to say to keep me in place too. DaVinci knew I didn’t back down from shit, so after a few seconds of hesitation, I covered his face once more with my pink folds.
“Baby, I love you,” I breathlessly whispered, bouncing against his face. “I love you real bad.”
Within a matter of minutes, my toes started curling and cracking. My entire body fell away from Vinny’s as another powerful orgasm hit like a 9.5 magnitude earthquake. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. It felt like my mouth was stuck in an open position. And what did my husband do? Stick that thick dick right inside of my walls like I wasn’t laying there on the verge of knocking on heaven’s doors.
“I love you real bad, too,” he panted in my ear as he pumped in and out of me from the side. “Shitttt, I love you, Mrs. Pierre.”
Feeling his dick swell a little more each time it pounded inside of me had me seeing stars. “Daddy, I’m gonna cummmmm,” I whimpered, digging my nails into his arm.
“You can cum when I tell you to.”
“I can’t hold ittttt…” I cried, shutting my eyes in an attempt to push off the orgasm that was knocking at the bottom of my pussy.
He grabbed my throat, which only added fuel to the fire. “You don’t have a choice,” he started fuckin’ me faster. “You hear me?” I nodded and his grip tightened on my throat. “Nah, let me hear you. Say, yes daddy, I hear you .”
“Yes… daddy… I hear… youuuu…” I baited out the words, barely able to keep my composure.
“That’s my good girl,” he cooed, kissing the top of my back, his strokes becoming quicker.
My husband knew damn well that those words good girl did crazy things to my mind and my pussy. Why the fuck did he have to say that?
“Please!” I pleaded, tears falling from my closed eyes. “I n-need to c-c-cummmm, daddy, PLEASE!”
“Go ahead, my perfect slut. Cum on daddy’s dick,” he encouraged in a hushed tone. “Look at me while you do it.”
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I finally let go and made a mess all over him, his dick, and the bed while staring back at him. At the same time, Vinny was filling me up with his cum while still working in and out of me.
“You’re so pretty when you cum,” he kissed my shoulder and then my lips. “That’s why I love making you do it.”
Lazily nodding, I had no words to offer the man. I was completely spent. All I wanted to do was eat some ice and go the fuck to sleep. DaVinci had depleted any energy that I did have left. My hearing was gone. Actually, all my damn senses had taken flight from my body. I was in a dick coma, staring at the portrait of DaVinci and me from my maternity shoot that was centered on the wall.
“Baby, here, get your ice,” Vinny’s calm voice penetrated my ears, pulling me out of my trance.
My eyes slowly shifted upward to see him standing there with a cup extended in my direction. His dick was stuck to his thigh and our bodily fluids was the glue keeping it there. That damn dick. It was way too perfect.
“Mama,” he shook the ice around in the cup like he was trying to get my attention.
“Hmm,” I groaned, trying to force myself to sit up.
Cockily laughing, he put the cup on the nightstand and pulled me up into a sitting position. “Damn, bae. You aight?”
“Five minutes,” I dismissed him with the shake of my head.
He knew damn well I wasn’t aight. Who the fuck would be after taking that kind of dick? That kind of head?
“Fuck you, DaVinci,” I rolled my eyes after he stood there with a smug smirk on his face.
He laughed, grabbed the cup, and put it in my hand. “Anytime, my lil’ twinkie. Eat your ice and lay down. I’ll clean you up.”
“I love you, bae,” I told him after shaking a few pieces of the Sonic ice into my mouth.
“I love you more,” he pecked my lips and then disappeared into the bathroom.
I ate a little more ice before sitting the cup on the nightstand and finding a dry spot on the bed to lay on. I had every intention of getting back up to finish my ice, but the sandman came to see me in thirty seconds, and I was down for the count.