Once I placed the turkey in the fridge to thaw, I was on the hunt for my bestie. With Deshoni perched on my hip, I sought out Trek. I walked into the dining room, but he wasn't there. His blinds were open, and I could see the water dripping fromhis freshly watered flower pots. It was mid-afternoon, but where was he?
He wasn't in the living room or in his bedroom. I looked at Deshoni and blew raspberries on his chubby cheeks. "Where's Trek, huh? Do you know, bookie butt?" He fell out in a fit of giggles. My baby was so ticklish.
The last place he could've been was in his home gym. We exited the living room and walked down the first-level hallway. As we approached, I heard one of the machines in motion. Yeah, Trek was in there. I walked in and stood by the doorway to watch him. Trek's toned and muscular back was to us as he ran full speed. He couldn't hear me anyway because he wore headphones.
What a fuckin' man. He was shirtless, and his sweaty brown skin always did it for me. My eyes wandered down his ass and to the fitted black shorts that hugged his thick thighs.
His quick, heavy steps filled my ears, drawing my gaze to the stylish running sneakers he wore. Trek just didn't know how he made my body react in more ways than one. I walked over to him, still ogling his body, and stepped in front of his machine.
The biggest grin covered his face at the sight of Deshoni and me. He pressed a couple of buttons until his machine stopped, then removed his headphones.
"Hey, babies. What's going on?" He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
Trek removed Deshoni from my arms and held him in the air. "What's up, man?"
Deshoni giggled loudly, spilling drool on Trek. He lowered Deshoni and wiped his face. "You think that's funny, huh?"
Deshoni nodded and chuckled some more. I looked on at their interaction. It warmed my heart to see their bond growing by the day. Trek was there for me throughout my entire pregnancy. He was the partner that Mook should've been, butclearly that didn't pan out. I was tired of reflecting on Mook's psycho ass.
I wasn't even sure if I were ready to jump into something new, but I knew I wouldn't go back to him. It was a hell no for Mook. I did, however, want to experience what Trek had to offer.
Maybe it's because it was meant for me to experience that unconditional love with my best friend. He'd always shown me that I deserved better. Trek said I was worthy of a healthy, love-filled relationship marked by reciprocity.
His large hand grazed my cheek, pulling me from my daydream. I gave him a full smile. "There she is. What's on your mind, beautiful?"
"The turkey is thawing, but I thought we could talk while I make us lunch."
He nodded. "Of course. Let me shower real fast, and I'll meet you guys in the kitchen."
"Alright. Come on, big boy."
Trek handed over Deshoni. We parted ways, and I started on our lunch.
I had no clue where the courage to hold this conversation came from. Maybe I pulled from the part of me that had always wanted to make love to my best friend. It didn't help that he had the body of a god and eyes that could charm the panties off any woman. That charm definitely worked on me.
I busied myself with our turkey paninis. Once I had plated our meal, Trek strolled into the kitchen with those charming hazel eyes on me. He looked so damn edible with his durag in place, a basic white tee, and gray cotton basketball shorts.
When he smirked, I blushed. He took a seat at his island, and I slid him his plate with a glass of lemonade.
"Thank you, beautiful."
"You're welcome." I blushed and went back to finely dicing Deshoni's lunch.
Trek didn't even touch his food. I could feel his eyes on me. He didn't say anything. Trek literally just sat and watched me take care of Deshoni.
Once I was done, Trek placed Deshoni's reusable bib around his neck, then placed his little plate in front of him. Deshoni happily grabbed a chunk of his food and shoved it into his mouth. He killed me by eating like I starved him. Deshoni was such a baby big back.
I grabbed my plate and took a seat across from Trek. He grabbed my hand and said a quick prayer. We ate in very comfortable silence until Trek cleared his throat.
"What kind of sauce did you put on the paninis? It's really good."
"Thank you. I used that spicy truffle sauce you had in the fridge. It is really good."
"Oh, okay." He finished his food and let out a loud burp, which made Deshoni laugh.
Trek smirked. "That's a man's burp, Deshoni. You'll be burping like that soon."
"Unh-unh, no. I can wait for those monstrous belches," I responded, laughing at Trek too.
