Page 5 of Coming Home for Love

My mom rolled her eyes. “He sure won’t. Anyway, what’s going on with you besides working yourself to death?”

I looked over at her, and she smirked. Laying my head back on the couch, I closed my eyes and told her all the nothings that were going on in my life.

“Oh, Olivia Gray is supposed to be coming to the restaurant, but LaShay hasn’t made the announcement yet, so I don’t know for a fact if it’s official. Nicki was the one who told me.

My mom sucked her teeth. “That girl does everything but work, doesn’t she?” I nodded. “Anyway, speaking of Olivia, I saw her mother the other day. Do you know how hard it was for me not to tell her about her grandson? You’re lucky he wasn’t with me because one look at that boy, she would have known. When are you going to stop hiding and tell them?”

Both parents encouraged me to tell the Grays about my son, but those people didn’t know me, and I didn’t feel comfortable approaching them about it.

I opened my eyes to look at her. “Mom, I never met them, and they have no clue of the dealings I had with their son. One day when I feel the time is right, they’ll find out.”

“I’ll leave it alone for now, especially since you are tired. How about you sleep in your old room for the night because I don’t want you and my baby driving this time of night. I sure don’t need you falling asleep behind the wheel.”

“You’re right. I’ll go shower and get in bed. I guess you can make breakfast for me then.” I smiled widely.

“Girl, you are the chef, but I got you.” She winked. “I’m going to wait for your father for a little bit longer.”

I stretched, then stood. “Okay. Good night.” I kissed her cheek and left the living room.

I carried my tired body upstairs into the bathroom to shower and thought about how I could tell Olivia about the baby if or when she came into the restaurant. It didn’t feel right telling her before her brother. I could ask her for his number, but then I had to remind myself that she probably wouldn’t give it to me since she didn’t know me.

I knew I couldn’t keep it a secret too much longer. It was bad enough it had been three years already. I’d figure it out at some point.

Once I was done in the shower, I put on some pajamas, checked on my baby, and climbed into bed. Sleep was calling my name, and I was ready to answer.

“Yes, daddy, just like that.”

I smacked the fat ass that bounced against my dick. “What I tell you about that shit?” Another hard smack on her ass.

She knew I hated when she called me that but continued to do the shit anyway.

“Sorry. Shit. You feel so good.”

I pumped harder into her to hurry this session along because I knew what was coming next.

A few pumps later, just as I expected, she did the other shit I didn’t like.

“Stop all that fucking screaming.” I smacked her ass again.

I pushed her head down onto the bed. Maybe she’d scream into the sheets or something because if she didn’t stop, my dick would go soft.

She got the hint this time and only moaned a little. It didn’t take much longer for me to cum, because I was over this shit. She’d already gotten hers a couple of times, so I didn’t care whether or not she was done.

I pulled out of her and walked to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up.

I was a gentleman sometimes, so I wet a washcloth and took it to her.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” She took the washcloth from my hand and proceeded to clean herself up, while I put my boxers on.

When I was done, I lit a blunt and sat on the side of the bed.

“What are you about to get into?” I asked over my shoulder.

Everybody knew that was universal for you have to go.

“I was hoping I could chill here for a little bit. I don’t have any plans. You got something you need to do?”

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