Page 13 of Mark My Words

“I need you as my wife.”

She stared off into the empty bowl of grits, a half-eaten piece of toast resting in the center—unblinking as her mind swirled in wonder.

Last night, not only had she reunited with the love of her life, but they shared sex so passionate she could’ve fallen apart in his arms.

Her body was brimming with activity, her nerves so alive it was as if she were Mary Poppins dancing to the beat with an umbrella in her hand.

She purred. “Unbelievable.”

“What’s unbelievable?”

“Ah!” Destiny screamed, turning around with the spoon lifted in the air.

Angelica cocked her head to the side and smirked. “Girl, what do you plan to do with that, spoon me to death?”

Laughter spilled from Angelica as Destiny covered her heart.

“You about to get knocked over the head or something sneaking up on a sista like that.”

“My bad. I called this morning, and you didn’t answer, so I came over and knocked, but you still didn’t answer. The Destiny I know never lets the sun beat her up. Around this time, I knew you were out messing with the crops. What gives?”

Destiny shook off a shaky breath and gathered her composure.

“I slept in.”

“You…” A brow lifted up Angelica’s face. “You slept in?”

“I did.”

“On what planet?”

“Am I not allowed to rest and sleep in some times?”

“No.”

Destiny pursed her lips, and Angelica cracked a smile, though she was serious.

“Would you like some breakfast?”

Angelica strolled up to Destiny and placed her hand across Destiny’s forehead. “Hmmm, doesn’t feel like you have a fever.”

Destiny swatted her hand. “Girl, what are you doing?”

“I thought maybe something was wrong because your breakfast usually consists of a toasted piece of bread and a glass of cow milk.

“Milk is good for you.”

Angelica waved her off. “Yeah, yeah.” She took her eyes around the breakfast nook. “You’ve been cooking.”

“I have.”

“Uh-huh. So, it wasn’t your grandpa?”

“Nope, he’s at the barn house.”

She glowered at Destiny. “What am I missing?”

“I had sex last night.” Destiny slapped her mouth, her eyes wide that she’d spit out that crucial detail of last night’s events.

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