Fuck. I need to hurry up and finish this shit.
Macy
“Aaahh!”mylittlebabyhollers for the fifth time.
I set the brush down on the easel. “Okay, you’ve been patient.” I drop a kiss onto the top of Sadé’s head and exit the sun room, turning left to go to the guest bath to wash my hands.
I’ve been working since six in the morning.
It doesn’t matter that we were out, dancing and drinking. Once my muse is stroked, I wake up whenever, and have to paint to get it all out.
And boy, have I been painting.
Sadé decided to get up with me, so after changing and feeding her, I strapped her into her harness and got to work on a fresh piece of pre-stretched canvas.
Hours later I’ve made some headway, but my baby is bored, and probably wants to see her daddy, so it’s a good time to take a break.
Nut is at the stove when I enter the kitchen after changing Sadé. I place her in her high chair and go to the fridge to get a bottle.
“Nut–”
“Nah,” he cuts me off, flipping a pancake onto a plate. “I’m not talking to you nor Choc for the day.”
“But–”
“I’m trying not to curse but you pushing it.” He turns the burner off aggressively before folding his arms. “Me and the kids and Ms. Sheryl going to Turk’s. You and Choc can think about what y’all did.” He sets her plate in front of her before snatching the bottle from the bottle warmer and picking Sadé up.
“Denver! Anaïs! Say bye to y’all mama,” he calls, walking out of the room.
Me and Choc lock eyes, and she shrugs. “The way he was doing his shit last night, I need to go outside more often.”
We snicker as the kids run in, hugging and kissing us. I pick up Anaïs to tickle her and rain kisses on her.
“Unt unt, Lil Mama. TT Mace got the cooties,” Denver’s smart ass smirks, and Anaïs squeals and wiggles to get out of my arms.
Nut comes back in with Sadé’s diaper bag in one hand and her in the other, now dressed for the day. I walk up to him, mushing his forehead while kissing my perfect girl on the forehead.
“You keep on and Ima be raising the babies on someFull Houseshit. Sadé not gone be evilandfast!” He looks me up and down before shaking his head.
“Patrick, be nice.” Dal walks up and kisses him goodbye, before shooing him and the kids out the door.
My eyes stretch, realizing we’re all alone. And when I catch the salacious grin on Dal’s face, I hightail it upstairs as fast as I can.
“Oh no, you don’t!”
Dal’s right on my heels, to the point where she slams into the door before I can even close it.
I back into the room, and she comes in, closing and leaning onto the door.
“Patrick told me a funny story last night,” she muses.
That nigga really can’t hold water. I’m surprised he kept his engagement ring under wraps so long.
She grins wider, spreading her arms out across the door. “He said he pulled up to the studio to get Denver, and when he pulled up the Jeep was rocking, like ‘like them cars on GTA when you pick up a ho.’ That’s a direct quote by the way.”
“How is that a funny story, Dallas?” I fold my arms, but I can’t hold back my smile when she licks her teeth like they’re veneers.
“You took him down in the parking lot?”
