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“Let me see.” My brother took her hand in his free one to admire her nails. “I guess it was worth five plus a tip.” He kissed her hands, making her smile just before he bent down to peck her. She bit his lip slightly.
“Hi, baby.” She cooed at her son, making him light up. He was so freaking cute it made no sense. “You look good in daddy mode with your fine ass.” She caressed Asif’s abs as he went to the fridge to pull it open.
“Why you think I walked in here with him?” He hit her on the ass, then frowned at her before trying to secretly mouth ‘You ain’t got no panties on?’ However, I was able to read his lips.
“Stop, Sif.” She fixed her dress as she rested, bent over the counter when his hand gravitated toward her, making her jump.
“You don’t.” He lifted his head after clearly being mesmerized by his wife to address me. “When you leaving?”
“Damn.” I felt my brows bunch.
“Not like that, but she been having company all fucking day, and he about to knock out.” He bounced his son gently, cooing. “Ain’t you? Gon’ go to sleep so daddy can get some. I ain’t get none last night or this morning ’cause of yo’ ass.” He kissed his cheek, grinning down at his baby as my nephew mirrored the gesture, unaware of what his dad was saying.
“See what I deal with?” Anastazia gestured over her shoulder with her thumb.
“Nah, you see what the fuck I deal with. She rubbing on a nigga, complimenting me, biting lips, not wearing panties and shit. That’s what she do, then when I fold her hot pussy ass up and give her one of these, she run off to y’all like I’m the problem.” He broke it down as both Anastazia and I fell out in laughter.
“No! That’s like ten percent of the time! The other ninety is him!” She defended herself.
“I don’t know, sis, you been on one since he stepped into the kitchen.” I sided with my brother, making her jaw drop.
“Thank you.” Asif grabbed his drink from the fridge, shot her a look, and then kissed my temple before swaggering out.
We chatted some more while I ate a little bit of Low’s food so I could save my own for later, and I promised Anastazia I would do my best not to blow up on Low’s ass unless it was Gaia, to which she cosigned.
“Next time you make the poundcake, can you make me my own, please?” I asked, taking the reusable bag she’d packed my stuff in.
“Of course. You want an extra piece?”
“Hell yeah!” I bobbed my head as she went to the fridge.
“Aye, Mrs. St. Thomas, I gotta talk to you ’bout some shit. Yo’ son is asleep so come tend to yo’ nigga.” Asif’s thirsty ass appeared at the mouth of the kitchen.
“Talk to me about what?” she queried, clearly messing with him, judging by the smirk she wore as she placed an extra square of glazed cake into my container.
“A pipe that’s ’bout to bust.” He ventured into the kitchen, took everything out of her hand, and scooped her up.
“Sif!” She laughed. “Let me put that up and walk her out!”
“I’ll do it later, and she don’t need to be walked out. She not no fucking guest.”
Laughing, I finished putting the top on my stuff as my brother carried his wife out. Being nice, I put the cake back up and the cutting utensil into the sink, rinsing it beforehand.
Coming out of the kitchen, I realized moans were seeping from the laundry room, causing me to hightail it out of there like the house was on fire. I was sure I would have a niece or nephew soon since both Asif and Anastazia said they only wanted one more child, and only if by accident.
As soon as I exited from my brother’s private road, my phone started ringing, displaying my mama’s name on the CarPlay screen.
“Hey, Ma.” I beamed, even though she couldn’t see me.
“Hey, princess. Are you busy?”
“No, I’m just about to go home, relax, and eat this meal I got from Stazi.”
“Must be that poundcake,” she guessed.
“Yep.” I confirmed before we chuckled.
“I wanted to talk to you about mending things with your brothers. I tried to let you do it on your own, but it’s clear that won’t happen unless someone intervenes.”
