Page 131 of Save Room for Us

“I’m good, you?” I laughed, seeing Anastazia do the same as she began frying some shells to accompany the taco meat she’d already made.

“Good.” Sophie nodded, smelling like her baby soap and letting me know she’d just had a bath.

“You think me and ya mama can make a baby as cute as you?” I asked her, setting her on the table as Anastazia chuckled.

“Mmm, yes.” She nodded.

“Cool. You might still be the cutest baby though, ’cause you hard to compete with.” I kissed her small hand as she smiled. “But you mine too, so I can be proud of that.”

“Is she?” Anastazia smiled as she brought the plate of tacos to me and took Sophie so she’d be out the way.

“She yours, so she mine.” I took a moment to pray, and when I opened my eyes, I could see Anastazia was surprised but pleasantly. “Next one gon’ be mine biologically, though, and the next three after that.”

“Four?” She gasped with a grin as she brought me a soda and a snack for Sophie then sat at the table. When I nodded, she said, “Okay. Well, I don’t wanna have any more kids once I turn thirty-eight.”

“I don’t need that much time,” I said before biting the good ass taco, making her giggle. “When all is said and done, you’d be down to change Sophie’s last name?”

“I would, as long as mine is changed already too.”

“Damn, I was hoping me and Sophie would be the only St. Thomases in the house,” I said sarcastically.

“Shut up, asshole. I just wanted to be sure. But yes, I would be okay with that. I never wanted her last name to be Pete.”

“Well, it won’t be for much longer.”

“Cedric would have to be dead for some shit like that to happen though.”

“Light work.” I shrugged. I ate a little more before saying, “I need you to come have dinner with my parents and Nori.”

“Nori, as in your birth mother?” When I nodded, she asked, “Is Lisara coming?”

“She is.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.” Her eyes widened in amusement, and I just shook my head at her nosy ass.

I finished my plate, ate two more tacos, and then got in the shower while Anastazia put Sophie to bed. By the time I was dried off and in boxers, she was in my bed with just a shirt and no shorts. I was hoping that shirt was all she had on.

Climbing in, she welcomed me between her legs, and as I kissed her soft, pretty, good smelling ass, an overwhelming feeling of never losing shit like tonight hit me.

“Come back,” she whispered softly, referencing my suddenly withdrawn ass kisses.

Hovering over her, I said, “When shit first started between me and you, like before we had sex and shit, I was still fucking other women, Milan included.”

“I know.” She nodded, tensing up some.

“Yeah, but even sometimes while we texted and shit, I would be engaged in certain activities. Once while we talked on the phone, too, I was getting head,” I divulged.

That timehadn’tbeen Milan’s ass.

“What are you trying to tell me, Asif?”

“That. What I just told you. I don’t want nobody surprising you with that shit or thinking they got some shit over you that you don’t know about.”

A soft smile appeared on her face, and I felt relieved as fuck.

“I appreciate that. But as long as you aren’t doing anything and haven’t done anything in the present to ruin what we have right now, I don’t care about past shit.” She kissed me. “I love you. I’m in love with you, and it would take way more than that to make me give this up. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing, but I really don’t care.”

Not saying anything, I lowered down onto her, relaxing into the passionate ass kiss as my hand ran up her body to fondle her titties. Shoving her shirt up, I kissed and sucked my way down to her exposed pussy, spreading her legs and diving in for dessert.

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