Page 110 of Maceo

I understood that he was tired, but I missed him.

This morning, I got up extra early and went downstairs to make him breakfast. I prepared a feast of bacon, eggs, sausage, cheese grits, fresh fruit, and pancakes. I smiled as I arranged the items on a tray, along with a glass of orange juice and mug of coffee.

“Girl, look at your hot girl ass being a housewife,” I said to myself with a shake of my head.

If someone told me a year ago that I’d let a nigga sit me down, I probably would have laughed in their face. While I wasn’t messing around with anybody, I was outside partying hard. Then I met this man and let him lock me down. I barely went to the club if I wasn’t going with him or Salima. I was either with my family or his, and I loved it.

I was just beyond ready for this shit with Charity, Quinn, or whoever the fuck she was, to be over. Maceo had clued me in on everything that had gone down. Blane was dead. Their crew of men was dead. That bitch was out here by her lonesome now. I highly doubted that she had time to pull together a whole new team, unless she had people on standby.

The thought of that made me nervous because, would this ever really be over?

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I grabbed the tray and headed upstairs. When I opened the door, Maceo was still knocked out. He lay in bed with one hand behind his head and the other thrown over his stomach. I placed the tray of food on the dresser and pulled back the covers to straddle him. Leaning in, I place feathery kisses to his handsome face.

He stirred slightly as his eyes fluttered open. Looking up at me, he smiled softly.

“Good morning, love,” he said, cupping my face.

“Good morning.”

I pressed my lips to his in the sweetest kiss. His hands slipped beneath my robe and gripped my thighs as he lightly massaged them.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, resting his head back against the pillow.

“Good. You?”

“Decent. I’m tired as fuck, man.”

“I know, baby.” I gently stroked his cheek. “This will all be over soon, though, right?”

“I hope so. I don’t know how one bitch can be this evasive. Jaeda is working on getting a location on her. It seems like every time she gets one, she moves.”

I shook my head. “I hope this doesn’t last too much longer. I’m ready to actually enjoy being Mrs. Dillinger. I just wanna lay up, be spoiled, and maybe pop out a baby or two.”

He chuckled as his hands migrated to my ass. “Can you imagine us as parents? That kid will be hardheaded as shit.”

“No, they won’t, because Mommy Shar don’t play that. They will be well-mannered and respectful until a muthafucka tries them.”

“I can see us getting called to the school now.”

“And I’ll be there with bells on because don’t play with my baby.”

He shook his head. “You thought about names?”

“Of course I have. I know you’ve said you don’t want a junior because you want him to have his own identity. So, for a boy, I was thinking Shameer. For a girl, I was thinking Samira. That would work for twins too.”

“Twins!” he exclaimed.

“You know my mom is a twin. I’m glad she didn’t have twins with Kilow or Damaris.”

“Don’t do my lil’ niggas like that. They’re good kids.”

“They are, but one of them is enough.”

He laughed. “They will be good uncles, though.”

I smiled as I sat back on his thighs. “They would, especially if we had a little girl. Oh God. She and Darlyn would never have any peace.”

“I’m glad you know their daddies and uncles are some straight up fools.” He reached out and rubbed my stomach. “I know you are gonna be even more beautiful carrying my baby.”

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