Page 73 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
She skipped off to the living room with her father right behind her. Jamari went to sit down, but my mother stopped her.
“Go on and wash your hands so you can help your daddy snap these beans.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She went to the sink to wash her hands. “Daddy, when is Ms. Wynter coming over?”
“Soon, baby. Relax. She promised she’s coming.”
It made me feel good that she was excited to see Wynter. Since our day together, she’d been to the house for dinner a couple times. She and Jamari were like two peas in a pod. Every time I was on FaceTime with her, she found her way into the camera. Most of the time, she’d take my phone and leave the room like I wasn’t having a whole conversation. Of course, I had thoughts that we were moving too fast, but seeing them together reassured me that I made the right decision.
We finished snapping the string beans, then Johnathan and I dipped out back while my mother started cooking. She didn’t like anybody in her kitchen so once she got the manual labor she needed out of us, she kicked us out. I sat outside chopping it up with my brother-in-law while Kacie played for a good hour before I heard a car pull into the driveway.
Knowing that it was Wynter and her cousin, we headed around front through the back gate. As I rounded the corner, I saw my baby getting out of her car and her cousin getting out of another. She was looking good as hell in an oversized, white, cropped sweater, high-waisted jeans that hugged her curves, and booties. Her hair fell down her back in natural curls, my favorite look on her.
When she saw me, she smiled.
I made my way over to her and pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply.
“Well damn,” her cousin and my brother-in-law said.
Wynter pulled away from me, but kept her arms around my waist.
“Sorry,” she said, giggling. “Let me officially introduce you. Tinka, this is Jaxson. Baby, this is my cousin, Tikayla.”
“Nice to officially meet you, Tikayla,” I said, smiling as I extended my hand.
“Likewise.” She peered around him at Johnathan. “You must be Asia’s husband, Johnathan.”
“That would be me.”
“Let me tell you something. Your wife loves the hell outta you, sir. Before she called you to come get her, that woman ‘my husband’ us to death.”
Johnathan chuckled. “That sounds about right. Nice to see you again, Ms. Driscoll. How’s the house coming along?”
“Great. Slowly decorating, but everything is unpacked and in place.”
“Feeling like yours yet?”
“It’s getting there. I mean, you saw what it was before.”
“I did. I’m very proud of the work we did. I’m sure you’ve made it a beautiful space.” A smirk appeared on his face. “So which one of you let my wife be Chun Li last night?”
Both women stifled a laugh.
“In our defense, we were holding her back,” Wynter said.
“Right,” Tikayla agreed. “She came out of those heels so fast and threw that first punch. I wasn’t expecting that kick to the face, though. That shocked me.”
“Yeah…” Johnathan rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m starting to regret those kickboxing classes.”
The front door opened, and Jamari peeked out before sprinting down the steps with a smile on her face. I let Wynter go, and she ran straight to her, wrapping her up in a hug.
“Hey, honey bun,” Wynter said, kissing her forehead. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I’ve been waiting forever for you to get here.”
I rolled my eyes. “The dramatics.”
“Leave my girl alone,” Wynter said, rubbing her back. “You aren’t the only one that gets to miss me.”
