“Good morning, husband.”
He took me to the heights of ecstasy with his tongue, and my feminine juices rushed onto his face. When he came up for air, he glistened in the dim light of the morning sun that slipped between the blinds.
“C’mere, wife.”
He offered his hand and helped me off the edge of the bed. My stomach was too big for missionary and a few otherpositions, so our go-to was him hitting from the back. I put my hands on the bed as he slid into me from behind.
“Yes!”
“Did I tell you last night how much better this pussy feels with my last name?”
The presidential suite at Onyx City Hotel and Suites was huge, but Breeze had me screaming and moaning so loud, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I could be heard in the lobby.
“Cum on this dick, baby. We got a flight to catch.”
That was news to me, but I didn’t have time to question him because my climax hit me like a tsunami, and he wasn’t far behind. It was a miracle we made it to the airport in time to catch our flight to St. Lucia.
I still couldn’t believe this was my life, and every so often, I pinched myself. There was something special about a Black woman being loved properly by a Black man, and I wished that kind of love for every Black woman on earth.
One Year Later
“Ma,can you get Kadence down from there?” I shouted from the kitchen.
I knew having twins would be a lot, but ‘a lot’ wasn’t enough to describe it. There were no words in any dictionary in any language to describe what it was like parenting two children going through the same stages and phases simultaneously. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for parents of triplets or other multiples.
To say I was grateful my parents moved to Onyx City would be an understatement. Their help had been a godsend, and I couldn’t thank them enough.
“Kadence, get your little behind down from there,” Ma said, pulling her granddaughter away from the gate I’d put up to keep them from entering the kitchen.
Kadence was our firstborn by two minutes and our firecracker. She came out, guns blazing, and hadn’t slowed down since. Her sister, Sky, on the other hand, was calm, cool, and collected. She was quiet and reserved and didn’t mind entertaining herself, which was what she was currently doing as she sat on the blanket in the family room, playing with giant building blocks.
“I tell you what! This one here is all you. Until she came along, I’d never seen a child besides you who was such a daredevil. She can’t even walk and got the nerve to be trying to climb over the gate,” Ma fussed.
“What’s worse is, she can’t talk, but I’d bet money she be cussing me out in baby language.”
“Oh, I’m sure she is, and you were the same way. Sky is more like Breeze. Don’t nothing rile her up except for her daddy.”
“Speaking of, . . . here he comes,” I said when I heard the garage door.
Aside from my parents’ move, a lot had changed in the past year. We moved into the house we’d chosen about a month before the girls were born. I was excited to be close to Raine again, and the support we were able to give each other was everything.
Raine’s and my daily roles at the shop had diminished significantly. We only worked three days a week, one of them we spent teaching, and the other two we spent styling. The four days I spent at home with the girls were full and exhausting, but I loved being their mother.
We still managed the other areas of Black Reign as a team but hired a payroll company to handle payroll and gave our accountant more financial responsibilities.
“Hey, baby,” Breeze greeted when he entered the kitchen from the garage. He wrapped his arms around my waist, buried his nose in my neck, and inhaled before leaving a kiss.
“How was work?”
“It was cool. Busy day. Wassup, Mama Lyric? You good?”
“I’m good, Breeze.”
“Da-Da!” Sky shouted from the other side of the gate with her arms in the air, waiting to be picked up.
One of the only times Sky got excited was when she saw her father. They both showed him love, but Sky was definitely the daddy’s girl between the two of them.
He went to the gate, reached over, and picked her up. “Hey, Baby Sky!”
