“Let that shit go, Cay.” It was his turn to urge me off a cliff while being sure to have no mercy.
I came so hard at his command that I felt my entire being shudder. He came too, working on the daughter he so badly wanted. He peppered kisses all over my face, chest, and neck, holding me close.
“I love you so fucking much.” He held my face in his hand and kissed me so feverishly I could feel him growing again inside of me.Shit, tonight was going to be a long one.
There wereplenty of explanations as to why I was so gone over this man , but I couldn’t just state one. Rennix was everything I knew I needed in a man but believed had gone extinct in this world. He was possibly the last of a dying breed. Rennix was unlike any man I had ever been with. Kind yet pushy, sweet yet extremely firm. He wasn’t the type to speak love and not show it. His love was visible, so true and blue that I never felt the need to question it. From the moment he said he loved me as well, he had shown it. Then that very love extended to my son, with him treating Adonis like he was his own from the moment he met him.
I loved this man. I loved everything from his nonchalant ass nature.Funnily enough, he was only nonchalant to things not pertaining to his family or me. He showed me every day how he felt and what he wanted, as I did for him. That was why my fear of a baby dissipated so fast. He wasn’t Syke and I knew that. Even if we didn’t work out, I knew deep inside that he still had me. His heart was like no other I had encountered and that alone made me want to protect it with everything in me.Damn, I love this nigga.
“What you looking at me like that for, Cay?”
“Because you look good. I can’t admire you, baby?” I was seated on the counter, watching him make breakfast, and boy was it sexy. I didn’t know if it was the way he squeezed the makeshift piping bag—created out of a Ziploc bag and a rubber band—he was using to make perfectly rounded pancakes or the way he pattied those damn chicken sausages to perfection, rounding them just right to the imitate the Swagger sausages he liked but the grocery stores out here didn’t offer.
Who was I kidding? Rennix made everything sexy. Then again, it was probably me, because everything he did in this kitchen had my body reacting in the dirtiest ways, which it shouldn’t have been because I woke up this morning puking. Something about the vanilla and coconut Plug-In made me feel ill. It was crazy because when I was in the store and smelled it, I loved it. However ,as soon as I got the scent home, I was nauseated.
“Try this.” His voice broke my thoughts.
I blinked a few times, eyes locking on his fine ass before I nodded and opened my mouth. Kind of like last night, except last night I didn’t have food in mind.
“Shrimp and grits since you said you weren’t feeling the chicken sausages.” Then he studied me for my reaction. Neither Rennix nor I were cookers, but lately, with a call or two to Harlem, we found ourselves in the kitchen trying. Sometimes things came out great and others we ordered in. It just was how it was and we were both getting the hang of this. When I first told my mother about it, she immediately claimed I was changing up. But when I reminded her that she was the same person sailing around the world with a man, she let it go and instead told me she wanted to meet him soon. I assured her she would and rushed her off the phone.
“You about to tell me how it tastes or keep staring off into space?”
“My bad, it tastes good. Are you about to make my bowl?” I smiled and so did he. Moments like this were where I wanted to exist forever with no distractions interrupting the peace in the small world he and I had created.
“Greedy ass, yeah.” He turned around to the cabinet to grab me a bowl and the entire time I had my eyes on him, studying every feature I adored. In my eyes, besides his funky ass attitude,this man was flawless and it baffled me that he belonged to me…All to me.
It wasn’t until Rennix left that I thought about the fact that I had been off my birth control for almost a month and a half and had no menstruation or indication that it was coming. Then, to make me overthink even more, I’d thrown up this morning. At first I thought it was just the fact that I was suddenly bothered by the Plug-In’s scent, then I thought about the fact that I’d only ever been impartial to scents when I was pregnant with Adonis. The chances of me being pregnant couldn’t be that high because I still had some remnants of the hormones from the birth control in my system.
After Rennix left, I went into the room and crawled into bed. But every time I tried to go to sleep, pregnancy clouded my mind. I wasn’t scared to be pregnant, but what if I was? What the fuck would I do? It was cool, I had him… right? My mind did a million somersaults before I rose from the bed and moved toward the side of Rennix’s closet I had commandeered. I was on my side for all three seconds before I crossed into his section and grabbed a pair of his shorts. When I had them on, I went back to my side and grabbed a crop top and slid my feet into my shoes. Of course I didn’t want to leave the house, but I needed to know. Shit, I needed to process before I told him and he was breathing down my neck. Shit, he looked like the type, but that was what I needed him to be.
The nearest pharmacy was a few blocks away, so I grabbed my purse and phone, then moved toward the garage. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why this man had three cars, especially when he only drove the BMW X2. It was a sleek SUV and apparently his favorite. I had been driving his G-Wagon, something I could get used to but I was trying not to. Kinga had broken the news to me that my car wasn’t worth fixing, so rightnow I was biding my time. I’d purchase myself a car at some point, or shit, maybe take Rennix up on his offer to buy me one.
I parked and got out, moving into the store with one thing in mind…well, after I grabbed a bag of dill pickle chips and something to drink. The pregnancy test aisle was exhaustive, literally so many tests, bringing heat to my cheeks.Shit, why was I nervous?
“Clear Blue. The best one,” I mumbled to myself, grabbing two of them and stalking through the aisle toward the front. The quicker I got home to confirm or deny, the better I’d feel. I paid for the test and snacks before grabbing the bag off the counter and moving toward the exit.
I busted down the bag of chips on the ride home, obsessing over the idea of a baby. It was all fine and dandy to talk about it, but the possibility of bringing it to fruition had me scared shitless. I had him though. That had to be enough. Some men could go their entire lives and not be a father and it wouldn’t move them. Rennix was different though. I saw it in his eyes that fatherhood was a need for him, something I wanted him to experience. Just that fast my overthinking dispersed. It was simple, my man had me.
I pulled into the driveway, pulling to the side when I saw a woman standing in front of the house. I parked and immediately got out, hoping to God this wasn’t the infamous Debby, because I would gladly curse her ass out. It wasn’t her though, but instead a beautiful brown skinned chick who looked like she was on a run. She had long braids down her back and she was in workout gear.
“Hello, I’m sorry. I was being nosy. I’ve just always driven or walked past this house but never saw inside past the shrubs.”
I nodded, taking her in as she took me in. “No apology necessary. I’m Caya.” My hand was extended seconds later.
She smiled widely. “I’m Kay. My family and I live a block and a half that way.” She shook my hand and pointed with her other hand before it went to her back.
“Beautiful neighborhood.”
“It is, even though that HOA lady can’t seem to mind her business if you paid her to. Have you had a run in with her yet?”
I nodded. “My boyfriend has. I have yet to encounter her, but I’m sure I will.”
“Oh you will. People like that have nothing to do with their time. I love your hair, where do you get it done?”
“I do it myself. I have a suite in the city.”
“That’s dope. Can I take your contact? Because when I drop this baby, I’m gonna definitely need something done to my head. I need some pampering time.”
