Page 117 of Love me Like XO

I was about to offer to help my grandmother when I heard my baby cry in the distance, and that was my cue to go get my baby.

I giggled when I looked up and Zero was already bringing him to me from the Livingroom. Like me he knew Mel was hungry, so he was also holding a receiving blanket and wipes.

“You know I don’t have the necessary equipment for what he wants.” He kissed my forehead, before giving me Amel. Within seconds he was walking out of the kitchen leaving just me the baby and my grandmother. I had gotten so caught up doing my normal routine that I didn’t realize my grandmother was looking at me until I was finished and Amel was properly latched sucking away under the blanket.

“Proud of you, baby.” She had this smile on her face that showed just that.

“Of what? I’m jus?—”

“Growing up, happy and living in purpose that supersedes you. Motherhood is just that. You’ve always been a bright girl,who has known her path but this. Motherhood and being in love fits you. For some women it don’t fit, your sister for instance. After she got well she upped and left. Leaving yo’ father to raise her kids and as I assume ain’t looked back since. Every woman who has a baby ain’t a mother, just like every female who bleeds ain’t a woman. You my dear are everything I dreamed of. ”

“Thank you, Big Mama.”

She nodded. “Now, I’m hoping you walk down that isle before I take my dirt nap.”

I layin bed waiting for Zero to make his way into the bedroom from putting Amel down for the night. He wouldn’t let me do it because he claimed I’d end up in the crib with him. He was right, a hundred percent. I was completely and irrevocable obsessed with both of my sons. They were like night and day. When Amel was awake, Aimer was sleep and vice versa.

I never knew a heart could exist outside of a body until I laid eyes on them. It felt like in that moment I came into a purpose that I didn’t even know I had. Being their protector, nurturer, and most of all their mother. It was everything to me seeing them and holding them in my arms.

“Yo, can I get you to myself for a minute, or what?”

I laughed. “Why do you have to say it like that? Those are your sons.”

He laughed. “Yeah, they’re my sons I know that. The way they be acting like sharing you is a problem. Yeah, I know.”

I laughed. He knew our son’s inability to share was all him. That selfishness was all him, shit that presence was all him.

“Either way, I ain’t used to being in the same space missing you.” His expression now housed that of a child coming down off an attitude.

“Makes you feel any better, I miss you too.” His face within seconds was hovering over mine as he bit into his bottom lip.

“It don’t.” He was joking because I could see the smile threatening to break through his expression. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. “But I know something you could do to make it better.”

“Well, I didn’t ask what I could do to make it better.”

“I’m tryna help you out, because that’s what you should be asking.”

“It is? Okay, what can I do to make it better, baby?” At this point I was antagonizing him.

“Real fucking funny.” He fell back against his side of our bed.

Sitting up, I glanced over at him. “That’s what you wanted me to ask, right?” Then before he could give me an answer, I climbed on top of him. Sitting on top of him, I just smirked as I looked down into his eyes. I loved to antagonize him but loved to love on him even more.

“Man get yo’ ass off me. Wanted to be a fucking comedian, now you’re all in my fucking space.”

“I’m sorry, baby. How can I make it better? And I mean just that this time.” My tongue rubbed against my bottom lip seductively.

He stared blankly into my eyes for a moment before a smile filled his face. “Nothing baby because all of this is perfect. You perfect… they perfect…Hell, at the moment life is perfect.”

“Is it now?” my fingertips began to graze his broad shoulders, as his hands rested on my backside.

“And it’s just the beginning. We got a lot more life ahead.”

& Love

ZERO

The house was silent. Twins knocked out in their nursery, and Empress knocked out in our bedroom. Peace quiet and serenity. Moments like this gave a nigga some time to think and the space to be. I found myself in the kitchen looking for something to snack on, because a nigga was lowkey starving. I grabbed a few cookies off the fridge, before grabbing the milk carton. Too lazy to grab a glass, I walked over and took a seat at the island. I did this often, sometimes just taking some time to myself just recollect and think about the day.

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