Page 63 of Loving a Libra
“Nah. Water is fine for you.”
“To many years of love, happiness, and prosperity,” my father said before raising his glass.
After the toast, we took our seats, and the servers began serving our food. Devyn wanted a simple but beautiful celebration, and she got exactly what she wanted.
“I’m not ready to go home,” Devyn announced as we relaxed in our cabana on the beach. “I’ve never been so relaxed in my life.”
“We can extend our stay, baby, but eventually, we’ll have to go home.”
“I know. If we extend our stay, we’re just prolonging the inevitable.”
“Don’t sound so sad. We might not have this beautiful scenery and weather in Chicago, but we’ll still have each other.”
We were lying beside each other on a full-size daybed, holding hands. I lifted her hand to my mouth and pressed my lips against the back of it.
“That’s the upside. I’m looking forward to a beautiful life with you, our son, and however many other children God blesses us with.”
It seemed her stomach had grown overnight, and I couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked growing my seed. I sat up, leaned over, and planted kisses all over her stomach before finding my way to her lips.
“You want me to keep you barefoot and pregnant?” I asked with my mouth hovering less than an inch above hers.
“I think I could do this a few more times.”
“Say less, baby. We can have a house full.”
I kissed her again before moving out of her space. I closed my eyes and listened to the waves along with the chatter of the people around us. I’d been on many vacations, but none as relaxing as this one.
“This muthafucka!”
My eyes popped open, and I turned my head to look at Devyn. Her face was buried in her phone, and her angry expression matched her tone.
“What’s wrong?”
“Maurice couldn’t leave well enough alone. He stole pics of us from my page and posted them on the account forERL.”
“Let me see.”
She gave me her phone, and I studied the screen. On the Flikstagram page forERL, he’d made a few posts with different pictures we’d taken over the past few days while in Aruba. The captions were disrespectful as hell.
“Whoever said Libras were loyal can suck my dick. Don’t believe that shit. I might go live tonight and tell my story.”
“When you find out the woman you wanted to marry is for everybody. SMH!”
“Which one of my other homies fucked my girl? I know she’s a ho now, you can tell me.”
“She said it’s not my baby, but she was fucking me and my best friend. Should I make her get a DNA test? She’s a ho. That baby could belong to anybody.”
Before returning her phone to her, I blocked the account and made her page private. I was positive this wouldn’t be the last post he made about us.
“What should we do?” she asked as she took her phone.
“Weshouldn’t do anything. I’ll handle it.”
“Tariq—”
“Baby, this ain’t up for discussion. Don’t worry your pretty little head about Maurice and his bullshit. I got it.”
I knew exactly how to respond to Maurice without actually responding at all. I’d heard that since I’d leftERL, things hadn’t been going well. Tony and Rick mentioned they were looking for work elsewhere, and Timothy and Sandra inquired about working atDevyn’s Soul Food.
