Page 39 of Legend's Legacy
I jumped up from my seat and snatched his little ass up in my arms. I tickled him in his ribs and on his neck. He giggled and flailed his arms and legs wildly. Legacy jumped up and did the same to me from behind. The minute that she did, Legend tried tickling me, too, but his fingers were just little jabs.
“Oh, you two want to team up on me, huh?” I released Legend and turned on Legacy.
She fell onto the couch and curled up with her back to me. I kept tickling her, and Kayson started tickling her too. She released a lot of high-pitched squeals.
“Okay. Okay!” she screamed through her giggles. “No more tickles.”
I whispered directly behind her ear where Kayson couldn’t hear me. “I’ma tickle that throat tonight.”
She moaned and turned to look at me over her shoulder. “Promise?”
I winked, shoved my hands into my pockets, and backed up. “Aye, what y’all want for dinner? It’s gotta be with ground turkey because that’s what’s unthawed.”
“Chopped cheese,” Kayson shouted, forgetting about attacking Legacy as he jumped up and down.
“Okay, that’s what I’m cooking.”
We were at my house, so I headed to the kitchen and pulled out the ground turkey, onions, cheese, and seasonings. I washed my hands before I grabbed the skillet and opened the ground turkey.
Legacy set the TV up for Kayson to watch one of his shows, while I busied myself in the kitchen, chopping the meat and onions on the griddle. I stepped away and cut up some potatoes for fresh French fries. Halfway through cooking, Legacy joined me in the kitchen. She sat at the island with her phone.
She was so buried in it that she didn’t even strike up a conversation. It was fine with me because my mind was on other things. Although I tried, I failed miserably at turning my focus from the stressors that assaulted me.
The minute that I got a break, I moved from the stove to the island. Sitting beside her, I asked, “Who’re you texting? Better not be ya li’l nasty ass boyfriend.”
“Why he gotta be nasty?”
“I don’t know, but don’t get him fucked up.”
She chuckled, and I reached over and snatched her phone. “Heyy, give that back!” she shouted, trying to reach her phone that I held in the air.
“Nah, I wanna see what ya ass was texting him.”
“Fine. If you text him back, he’s gonna pull up,” she stated, sitting back on her stool and crossing her arms. She was cute as hell when she pouted.
“Let me find out ya been sending his ass some booty pics. I’m running straight up in that ass tonight and carving my name between them cheeks.”
“No the hell you’re not,” she countered, looking at me incredulously.
I glanced at her phone and took in the pictures that were on display. I read the captions under each and then looked up at her. She wore a smirk on her face.
“Now tell me what you thought you were gonna do again, sir?”
“What’s with all the baby pics? Somebody having a baby?” I asked, giving her the phone back as my heart squeezed tightly in my chest.
She clicked out of the Picturest app and set her phone down.
“Nobody.”
I turned back to the skillet to finish cooking. “Then what’s with all the baby pictures?”
“I don’t know. Just creating a board for future interests.”
“You want kids?”
“Absolutely. I can’t wait to marry and have a family of my own. What woman doesn’t want them?”
I shrugged as I removed a serving of chopped cheese from the griddle onto a plate. “Some women don’t.”
