Page 75 of Always Been You
I threw my head against the door as we both laughed. I grabbed his dick and his bottom lip slipped between his teeth.
“Later tonight?” I reiterated.
“All night.” He corrected.
He kissed my lips, threw on some basketball shorts, and walked out of the door. I went into the bathroom. I showered, and I appreciated that my hair was manageable for once in my life. I was able to get ready for work in record time. I emerged from the room, and my nose led me to the main kitchen in the middle of the house. I couldn’t help but feel warm inside when everyone greeted me. It felt like, for the first time, I was a part of a real family. Marcos really cared for and accepted us all. Ms. Lyn and MJ were sitting on one end, Chante sat in the middle across from Trina, while Chubby and Marcos were still over the stove preparing the meal. I slipped into the chair next to Trina, giving her a playful nudge on the way down.
“Stop Chump!” she whined. She was adjusting and no longer bucking the system. We had visited our mother, and I feel that helped tremendously. My mom was getting it together. I knew it had only been a day since she had been up, but she was serious about rehab. Marcos even offered to pay for it, and I couldn’t even express how much I appreciated it. I was finally starting to see, for the first time in my life, that I was surrounded by love from all angles.
“Ms. Dyami! Look!” MJ squealed as I looked around for him. I couldn’t place him until I looked down and saw him beside me.
“Look what daddy got me yesterday!”
“Oh, now that’s cool. We have to play with it as soon as I get home.”
“Yay! And we can play Roblox too. I have it on my tablet, but you don’t have a tablet. Maybe daddy will get you one.” I had to smile at him. He was so cute. I hadn’t had much time with himlately, but I vowed to change that, too. There was so much going on, but knowing I was going to be with Marcos, I had to make sure I had a good relationship with MJ. I mean how could I not? He was the cutest kid ever. I would even respect his crazy ass mother if she didn’t try to play those hand games. I’m sure she remembered how that turned out for her the first time.
“Boy, what I tell you about pushing up on my woman? We will play with you for a bit, but Dyami and I have plans tonight. I actually have plans for all of us,” Marcos cut in.
“Well, hopefully the plan involves more than y’all being horizontal. Don’t think I’m gonna be a nanny around here!” Ms. Lyn said, and I blushed like a hooker in church.
“I don’t need to be horizontal to do that.” Marcos licked his lips and threw a wink at me.
“MARCOS!” I chastised. He laughed, and Trina snorted, trying to cover hers. “Umm, I gotta get out of here, guys, or I’ll be late for work. Chante, you coming?” I moved quickly from my chair to make a quick exit.
“Umm hmm, I bet,” I heard Ms. Lyn call as I walked out. Chante caught pace with me as we headed for the door.
“Come on girl, let’s drive my car,” I urged her.
“Oh, don’t think I don’t notice the fact that you're trying to be nice to me today, hoe.”
“I know, boo, I’m sorry for snapping yesterday,” I said, putting on my best version of puppy dog eyes.
“It’s cool. I ain’t worried,” she said, walking to my car and getting in.
We rode to work bumping all our favorite ratchet music. We were all smiles, doing our best versions of our sit-down twerking dances. It reminded me that I hadn’t had fun in awhile. I didn’t know what Marcos had planned, but I hope it was something fun, and maybe even Chubby and Chante could tag along. They were inseparable and getting serious just like we were. I decided to text Marcos after pulling into my usual parking space for work. The smile on my face must have been evident because Chante couldn’t stop teasing me on the ride up the elevator to our floor. I didn’t want to hide my happiness so she could crack all the jokes she wanted. At the end of the day, her ass was sprung too. She wasn’t fooling me. She usually kept a rotation, but since she had been with Chubby, he had killed that talk of any other man. When your nigga is everything he was supposed to be, there was no need for anything else.
***
The surprise that Marcos had planned for us was unbelievable. Marcos booked us a private flight to New York, and before we knew it, we were all having dinner on the rooftop of our hotel. That was another thing that I noticed. He never left anyone important to me out. I knew he and Chubby were friends, but he had no reason to show so much hospitality toward Chante and Trina other than just wanting me to be comfortable and happy. Of course, Ma Lyn and MJ were also in tow. He booked the whole floor for us.
After dinner was over, Ma Lyn, MJ, and Trina went to their suite while Chubby and Chante joined us in ours for a few drinks. I was sipping as slowly as possible because I was lightweight. After a few wild nights of going over my limit in my early 20s, I’d learned my lesson. I wanted to throw this ass on my man without anything impeding me. Chante’s ass was a pro and was already on her fifth drink.
“Girl, you need to slow down before you pass out,” I called to her as I sat on the couch next to Marcos. She and her boo were at the bar just off the kitchen.
“Don’t be counting my drinks. I ain’t like you. I can hold my liquor! I've been meaning to ask you, Marcooosss! What are your intentions with my best friend? I know y’all knew each other back in the day, but niggas can change.” I rolled my eyes to the roof because I knew her ass was good and drunk then.
“She is in good hands,” Marcos answered, resting his hand on my thigh and pulling me closer.
“I’m watching you! She been through enough shit! And you know she stabs niggas!” She slurred.
“Yo’ drunk ass trippin’. Let’s go because I need to give you something to focus on other than these drinks.” Chubby spoke, pulling Chante up from her seat.
“Aight, bruh,” Marcos chimed in. The men dapped each other up.
Chante wobbled in my direction and couldn’t even get two steps before she tumbled to the floor. Her bag flew out of her hand, and out spilled a dildo, a Venus 2000, and a tomato. She tried to put everything back swiftly, but I knew Marcos saw it too because we shared a confused look. I ran to help her get up, while Chubby was laughing his ass off, but he eventually helped too.
“Bitch I understand the dildo, but what the fuck is the tomato for?” I whispered.
