Page 41 of Mafia Kings & Wedding Rings
“We deserve that,” she emphasized. “You are going to be the best daddy, Ivo. I can’t wait to see you in that mode.”
We blessed our food, and Jordan talked the rest of the night about the baby and this surrogacy. Next week we would meet with Emerald at the doctor’s office and go over legal stuff so that her body could be prepped for implantation. All this shit sounded so informal. I never thought of having my child this way, but it was my reality, so I was navigating how to deal with it. By the time we retired to the bedroom, I was ready to call it a night. The entire day had been crazy, and I needed to reset my mind and body. While I slipped under the covers, Jordan went to shower. I picked up my phone and scrolled to Emerald’s contact info, debating on whether I wanted to say something.
“Oh, that shower felt amazing.” Jordan sailed into the room, rubbing her body butter onto her arms.
She’d already changed into her silky gray camisole top and matching shorts. Backing out of my text thread, I set the phone back on my bedside table and gave her my full attention as she sauntered toward the bed.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked, climbing in beside me.
“Nothing. Just thinking about all this. Never thought it would take this much to have a baby.”
“I know,” Jordan sighed. “I’m still excited though. I’m gonna call Emerald.” She picked up her phone and dialed, making sure to put it on speaker so I could listen.
“Hello,” Emerald answered solemnly on the second ring.
My heart strummed to a tune just for her off the sound of her voice. Shit stirred something in my core that I couldn’t shake.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t wake you did I?” Jordan asked.
“No,” Emerald answered, and there was some shuffling around on her side. “Just doing some reading.”
“Good. I was hoping you would meet me for lunch tomorrow. I know it’s short notice, but I think we should catch up. It’s been years. With you being our surrogate, we just want to make sure that you’re good, right babe?” Jordan’s eyes darted over to me.
“Right,” I muttered, clearing my throat and nodding.
There was this slight pause, and I knew it was because she’d heard my voice. I could only imagine the look on her face. Knowing she was over there confused and hurt by my actions left me feeling like shit. I should have never reached out to her or gone to see her. I’d broken my vows to Jordan before and fucked other women, but I came back because none of them meant anything. This shit with Emerald was something else.
“I have to work tomorrow afternoon, but if you want to meet around noon that works for me. Sapphire is taking me to church with his basketball coach first thing, but I can be ready after that.”
“His basketball coach? Do tell? What does he look like?” Jordan prodded with a slick grin.
“Like a former NBA player. It’s not like that though. He’s just cool and really taken an interest in Sapphire and coaching him. He’s familiar with a lot of the scouts too, so he’s preparing him for that.”
“That is awesome! Well, I’ll text you the location to meet me then and just see you then.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Emerald agreed.
“Goodnight!” Jordan sang before hanging up. “I think this is going to be a great experience for all of us. Back in the day, Em was my best friend, and I know you two used to hang out all the time too. It’s like God brought us all back together so that we could have this baby.”
She set her phone on her night table and scooted closer to me. Straddling me, she draped her arms across my shoulders. Fucking with Emerald had left me drained, but Jordan was determined to have her way. She slithered down until she was freeing my dick from my boxers and wrapping her lips around it.
“Sss.” Tossing my head back, I let her do her thing.
A little head wouldn’t hurt. Somehow, a nigga felt guilty for fucking his own wife when Emerald was home alone thinking the worst. Tonight, I couldn’t change that, but I was hoping tomorrow I woke with a different perspective. Working her jaws until I was stiff, Jordan was determined to go to pound town.
“Mmm.” Her soft moans echoed off our high ceilings, and she bounced that pussy on me until that shit was leaking and her snug walls robbed me of a nut.
The bonus to fucking her was we never had to use condoms because she ended up getting a hysterectomy during her last miscarriage. I remember the devastation from that and how hard it hit. For the first time, I had to put my shit aside and be there for her. I smothered her ass to the point she was begging me to go to work. It was those times that talked me into this whole surrogacy situation to begin with. I wanted Jordan to have that because to her, we were incomplete without a child to raise.
“Thank you,” she whispered, panting and landing a kiss against my lips.
“For what?” I asked, swiping the sweat off my forehead and resting my arm above my head.
Lifting her head, she rested her chin against my chest and those warm orbs landed on me. It was in fact easy to love Jordan. She had her little spoiled ways about her, but I could admit I was responsible for that.
“For loving me and taking care of me, and always willing to do whatever it takes to make and keep me happy,” she acknowledged. “Nobody has ever done that. Not even my parents. You’ve taken care of me from day one, Ivo.” Lowering her head, she rested it against my chest, and I lay there, holding her until she fell asleep. My phone buzzed against the marble top of my night table. I reached out and saw that I had a new notification.
Emerald: I guess I know what it is.
