Page 104 of All The Smoke
“Yeah, not as much as you, but it’s straight.”
I helped her have a seat and made sure she was comfortable before descending into the spot next to her.
“I have been thinking about these crab stuffed mushrooms since I spoke to Teyon and Averi about catering for us.”
“Oh, you got fancy.” I grinned.
“I have to top Diablo’s and the horse and carriage.”
Chuckling, I grabbed the champagne she had chilling and nodded in approval. Baby pulled out all of the stunts for a nigga’s birthday.
“Dom Perignon?”
“Best for the best.” She smiled, causing my heart to flutter a little.
My girl was so dope and truly one of a fucking kind, so I always felt lucky to be in her presence. Knowing I was the reason for her smile and happiness did something to my ego. A nigga felt like he was sitting on the top of fucking world every time I saw her smile or heard her laugh, or hell, seeing her in good spirits period.
Setting the bottle down, I reached for the other one she had on chill to see what it was. “It’s just juice for me since I can’t drink with you.”
“Then we’ll save the Dom for when you can and I’ll drink this with you.”
She chuckled. “The juice? You don’t even like fruity stuff like that.”
“For you, tonight only though.”
“You do know I’m not going to be able to drink for a while even after the baby, right? Since you’re adamant about breastfeeding.”
“That’s straight. I ain’t in a hurry.”
“You know how freaky people get when they’re on alcohol. You sure you’re not in a hurry?”
Leaning into the pillows behind me, I made sure we wouldn’t fall through the shit before I pulled her into my lap so she straddled me.
“You mean to tell me you freakier than what I done experienced thus far?”
“Maybe.” She beamed.
“Show me.”
“I can’t drink, babe.” She giggled.
“You been nasty as a mothafucka all these months and I think you were only lit maybe two of them.”
“The food will get cold.”
“Long as you hot and ready, I’ll survive.” I smirked.
She shot me down, climbing out of my lap. “No, let’s talk and eat. We have all night for that.”
“Solo staying with your mama?”
“As long as it’s okay with you.”
“Shit, he wasn’t gon’ want to leave any fuckin’ ways.” I laughed. “But come on, greedy, let’s get you fed.”
After blessing the food and making sure it was at the temperature we both preferred, we started fuckin’ our shit up. I hadn’t even realized how hungry I was before that shit. As we ate, she started talking shit about how I did my pops at the poll location. I didn’t give a fuck though; the deal was we were gon’ move the fuck in together and I’d behave. She said wait ’til after we got through the baby shower and Thanksgiving, so that was when a nigga would act right.
“So what now?” she asked. “They’ll never meet Silas?”
