Page 25 of Maceo

“Hey, boo,” she said, kissing my cheek.

“Hey, love. Hi, TiTi baby!”

I reached for Darlyn, and she came straight to me with a wide grin. She erupted in a fit of giggles as I kissed all over her chubby cheeks. Salima went to Deuce and slid her arms around his waist. He smiled as he pulled her into his chest and slapped her ass so hard that it echoed. She giggled and tipped her head for a kiss. Watching them always made me want to go home to my man. They didn’t care where they were; it was always a public display of affection.

Right now, they were tonguing each other down like Darlyn and I weren’t in the room. I half expected him to bend her over the counter and take her right there in the kitchen.

“Damn, that’s enough!” I exclaimed as his hand slipped far enough to grip her pussy from behind. “Y’all act like y’all don’t see us sitting here.”

Salima giggled. “My bad, girl. We got a little carried away.”

“Just nasty.”

Deuce glanced at me. “Says the woman who left the table at the rehearsal dinner to go play tonsil hockey with my brother’s di?—”

“Stanley!” Salima said, covering his mouth. “Not in front of Darlyn.”

“My bad, princess. Your godmother almost got me out of character. I can be nasty with my wife. It’s you and my brother over there living in sin.”

I laughed out loud. “Deuce, please go to hell. You were fornicating with my wifey long before you asked for her hand in marriage.”

“Don’t bring me into y’all’s shit,” Salima said, grabbing a plate.

Deuce snatched it from her. “Go sit your ass down, woman. I got this.”

She rolled her eyes as she walked away. He slapped her ass again, causing a smirk to form on her face. She joined Darlyn and me at the table. Baby girl was trying her hardest to get to my grits. I scooped a tiny amount onto my spoon and blew on it until it cooled off before giving it to her. All we could hear was her smacking her gums.

“Daddy did that, didn’t he, princess?” Deuce asked, bringing Salima her plate. “That’s better than sucking on titties.”

“Says the man who loves to suck them,” Salima muttered.

“I sure do.”

He growled as he shoved his face between her breasts. Salima fell into a fit of giggles as she shooed him away.

“Y’all are adorable,” I said.

“Girl, I can’t do shit with him. What are you up to today?”

“Going to see my daddy. You know it’s his birthday.”

“Uncle Paul is getting up there.”

“Don’t tell him that. He still thinks he’s in his prime. I love that man, though. Maceo sent him liquor and weed as a gift.”

Deuce snorted. “Ghetto shit.”

“You know him and my daddy are besties. Anyway, I’m gonna stop and pick him up some lunch or something.”

“I’ll call him later.”

I sat and ate with them while Darlyn tried to bully me every time I lifted the spoon to my mouth. Salima and Deuce let her taste solids from time to time, but they didn’t want her to get used to it just yet. I finally left the house around eleven and drove out of the compound. Today was going to be a good day, and seeing my daddy would make it better.

I rolledmy eyes at the whistles and cat calls I got as I strutted through the construction site with gift bags, balloons, lunch, and a mini birthday cake for my main man. My father had been a contractor for the last twenty years. His company was doing well before, but after I started dating Maceo, he hired him for a new project his family was working on in their legal ventures. The commission lined his pockets handsomely.

I spotted my dad barking orders with his unprofessional self.

“Aye, nigga! The fuck is you doing? Put that shit down.”

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