“Whoa, wait a minute. Where did that money come from.”
I never really hid anything from Blessyn, but this was something I didn’t want her to know.
“It’s Perc’s money. I’m just going to put it up for him until he gets home.”
“Okay.”
I ran the money through the machines and put rubber bands around them so they would fit in the wall. Besides the safes this was another place I hid my money. Blessyn didn’t come down into my dungeon so she had no idea what was in here. She sent a text to my phone to let me now that my plate was ready for me.
“Any poison in this before I eat it?”
“Thought about,” she shrugged.
“I’m just asking ‘cause you fixing a nigga plate and all when you mad got me wondering.”
“Until you sign them papers, I’m still your wife. You wanted to have dinner with me, that includes fixing your plate with mine.”
“Why can’t we be like this all the time. Why it gotta be beef?”
“You know why and we will not discuss that shit when I’m eating one of the best meals since I’ve been pregnant.”
“Okay cool, we won’t talk ‘bout that shit but listen. We really need to figure out what we gon’ name our son. He’ll be here before we know it and we got to have this shit ready.”
“I don’t want to talk about that either.”
“Fuck you wanna talk ‘bout then?” My agitation evident.
“I don’t really wanna talk at all but if you mention something I’m into then we can talk.”
“Aight so what’s up with you fuckin’ Miami Hurricane’s then?”
“Nigga please. My team rebuilding and once we do that, we in there.”
“Shit, only hope y’all got is DJ nigga.”
“Boy please. That exactly why Florida gon’ beat y’all ass this year.”
“Beat who? Nigga ain’t nobody fuckin’ with Georgia this year. I can bet you on that.”
“Bet it up.”
“What you want?”
“I want a shopping spree with no limit.”
“Bet. If Georgia win, you gotta stay my wife.”
“See now you done fucked up my mood.”
Blessyn grabbed her food and went up to our bedroom. It was fun while it lasted. Talking sports with your wife was everything. The shit had my dick my hard but she had her ass on her shoulder so I wasn’t going to fuck with her. I finished eating and cleaned the kitchen so she wouldn’t have to do it. When I passed our bedroom, I could hear on facetime with her sister. At leastshe wasn’t in there crying. I went into the guest bedroom down the hall and took me a quick shower before getting in bed and going to sleep.
I was awaken about three the next morning with Blessyn standing over me. I immediately jumped-up thinking that she was in labor. She wasn’t bent over or hollering like I would see the girls do on the movies. She did have tears coming down her face so maybe she was hurting but holding it in.
“What’s wrong?” I sat up on my elbows.
“I’m scared. I thought I heard someone.”
“Ain’t nobody coming here. Boogie on high alert. You wanna get in the bed with me or I can go back to our room and lay on the sofa.”
