Page 36 of The Heart Of A Real Woman
“A nigga caused a storm. I had to change the fucking weather.” He said, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
“And that you did, hubby.” I replied, looking around at everything. The beauty of it all still had me in awe, even a day later.
“I want to renew our vows, baby.” Moses said, catching me off guard and making my head snap back to him.
“Renew our vows?”
“Yeah. What you think about that?”
“What you know about that?” I countered, arching a brow.
I was genuinely curious who he had been talking to. Moses was as hood as they came, and he didn’t know a thing about stuff like that. When it came to romance and intimacy, I had taught him a lot. He was great at spending money once he got it, and even better at making love to me, but planning dates and doing the little thoughtful things? That was something he had to learn.
His shortcomings never came from a place of carelessness. They came from his upbringing. He didn’t grow up seeing his father love on his mother. He grew up in pure chaos. So, when he got with me, he was a gentleman in his own way, but still lost in certain areas. I had taught him what love was supposed to look like. He often said that my heart showed him how to be a real man.
“Told you I’ve been researching,” he said, flicking his nose. “Found out about it. Thought it was dope.”
“Boy, you are crazy as hell,” I said, laughing hard. And it felt so damn good to laugh like that again.
“Man, say. I didn’t even know you could do that shit.”
“Don’t I know it.” We shared another laugh. “But yes. I’d love to.”
He nodded and pulled me into his arms, towering over me.
“Imagine that. You left Melrose ready to divorce my black ass, and now you going back just to marry me again.”
My heart fluttered. “I love you with everything in me, Moses.”
“I see, baby. Still can’t believe you killed over a nigga.” He whispered, strumming my cheekbone with the tip of his thumb. “You been okay mentally?”
“I’ve been just fine with that. And if we could rewind time, I’d do it a thousand times again. You are mine, even when you disappoint me and I don’t want you to be.”
“And you already know how I’m coming ‘bout you.”
We locked hands, the half-heart tattoos on our edges aligning perfectly, two halves becoming whole,again.
A breeze rolled in from the water, brushing against our skin as Moses began rubbing on my body. His hands moved slow and calculated, starting at my baby bump before sliding down to massage my thighs, then grabbing a handful of ass. Ever since we made up, I couldn’t keep his hands off me. He made love to me all last night and this morning. And that was fine because I had missed him just as much.
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Around five p.m., we finally made it back to the villa to wind down. While Moses was downstairs letting the maid know what we wanted for dinner, I headed upstairs to shower and freshen up. Nausea had snuck up on me hard, and my body felt weak and drained.
I spent about thirty minutes scrubbing down and washing my hair. By the time I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, I felt light again. I strolled over to my luggage and pulled out oneof the new lingerie sets Moses had bought and packed. Nothing in that suitcase came from home. Every single piece was brand new and beautiful.
Just as I slipped into the sheer negligee, my phone started ringing on the counter. I glanced over and saw Mr. Woods come across the screen, and just seeing his name made Moses’s slick-ass comment from last night echo in my head.
I picked up on the third ring. “Hello?”
“How you doing, Ms. Marilyn?” he greeted, smoothly.
“I’m good, Mr. Woods. And yourself?”
“I’m doing well today. Just wanted to give you a quick update. I went ahead and filed the request for a trial date, and I reached out to a colleague of mine who just started working at the courthouse. He’s going to help fast-track things for us.”
I leaned against the wall, caught off guard. My silence must’ve stretched too long.
“Ms. Marilyn? Everything alright?”
