Diamond
Days later...
I was ready to lose my mind. There was a baby stuck to my breast and the streets of Atlanta were running red with blood. A war had broken out between my cartel and one of my daddy's enemies. The only problem was we had no idea who this enemy was.
On top of that I was getting pressure from the Italians to turn everything back over to Thierry...
"Not to mention, your hair needs to be done and you haven't slept in a week," I ran my hands through my hair feeling the roughness that was there. Making a mental note to get in touch with Destiny, I glance towards my bed.
Curious little eyes that were a deep gray with fleck of brown peered at me. This child was only days old, and he was already trying to lift his head.
"And you," I said. "Should be asleep."
Tiberius David Scarpetta cooed at me and instantly I melted. My blood seemed to turn warm, and I couldn’t do anything but smile and go to him. At that moment the bathroom door opened, and his father stepped out. Fog seemed to surround him; a green fluffy towel slung low on his waist.
"Who were you talking to?"
"Our son," I rolled my eyes.
"Wife...you seem like you're in a foul mood," Thierry brushed past me.
Lately, since discovering that he had been alive for all those months and had indeed not been roasted alive, fowl hadn't been the word for my mood.
Scrubbing my hands, I climbed onto the bed with Tibs as I'd taken to calling him. Rolling him over onto his back, I gently rubbed his belly and began to sing that lullaby to him that I hadn't been able to get out of my head.
She flashed behind my eyes again.My mother. She seemed to always be in the recesses of my mind. Shaking it away, I picked up my bundle of joy and he immediately began to try and latch.
"Someone's hungry," I murmured.
"Save some for me, boy," Thierry's gruff voice came out of nowhere.
Cutting my eyes at him, I smirked. "Not in a million years."
"I'm letting you heal up," he admitted softly.
I'd torn during the labor. Just thinking about it, I could feel the stitches. Going to the bathroom was the bane of my existence because it stung no matter what.
"We need to talk about getting a divorce," I glanced over.
He laughed and then flopped back onto his side of the bed. He pulled his phone from the side table and began to immerse himself in whatever it was that he was reading. Looking down, I saw that Tibs had begun to close his eyes; they were heavy, and he wanted sleep.
Gently, I ran my blue nails lightly through the few front curls that he had developed and down to his little button nose. The action seemed to immediately have an effect and he stopped suckling. With as little noise as possible, I tip toed over to the bassinet that I kept nearby and placed him inside. With a few cranks, the mobile began to play. "I love you Tibs."
Whirling back to the bed, I saw that Thierry was looking at me. Pure lust had crossed over his face. I wasn't even wearing something I considered remotely sexy. It was just some cheap night gown from Target.
His gaze was locked on my chest, though.
It would have taken gun fire to get him to stop starring.
Looking down, I saw my left breast was still partially out, full and looking like the shiny red apple that had gotten Eve and Adam kicked out of Eden. Rolling my eyes again, I adjusted the straps on the gown and got into bed.
I could already see how hard he was.
We locked eyes, and then I began to move my hands around in between us. Finally, my hands landed on it; it was hard and smooth in my grasp.
The remote!
Breaking the stare, I turned on Netflix and started on a show I'd been desperate to see. The smooth voice of John McEnroe filled my ears asNever Have I Everbegan to play.
