“No. I, uhm, went to a reproductive clinic when I decided it was time to have a family. I didn’t seem to be getting the husband, so I figured I could at least get the kid.”
“That’s what’s up. I love that you were confident and bold enough to follow your heart.”
“Yeah, well . . .” She seemed uncomfortable. I squeezed her hand reassuringly before we turned our attention to the movie and jumped into back-and-forth commentary on how a person could forget a whole child at home.
“I want to watchThe Best Man Holiday,” Angel stated as the movie ended.
“A’ight. I shouldn’t let you have a choice though. Got me up here in these damn onesie pajamas. I’m a grown ass man in some onesies.”
Angel laughed so hard that she spat her cranberry and Sprite mixer out of her mouth. “Oh my God, did you really have to go there?” she asked, hopping up to grab some napkins.
My eyes went to her ass. The pajamas cupped her ass cheeks nicely and highlighted just how firm her booty was. Belle started babbling and pulled my attention to her wide, drooling grin.
She was so precious and beautiful. Her little smiles always made me smile, no matter what I was going through.
When Angel sat back down beside us, she smiled brightly at me, and it amazed me how much she and Belle smiled alike.
“I have one more suggestion.”
“What’s that?”
“I usually share every part of my holiday with my followers.”
“I know.”
“Then we should take pictures in our pajamas and post them.”
“Not doing it. Can’t even. Hell no!”
“Chriiisss.”
“No, Angel.”
“But you and Belle look so cute like that.”
“Awbwwahawdadada!” Belle exclaimed excitedly upon hearing her name.
“No, Belle. Don’t do me like that.”
Her little round eyes grew wider and seemed to gleam as she stared at me. She placed her fist in her mouth and blew on it, producing a bunch of drool. Then she babbled again. “Babababadabadabamaah.”
“Shit,” I muttered, dropping my head.
“Is that a yes?” Angel asked.
“Y’all can’t be double-teaming me, Angel.”
She giggled and hopped up. “Come on. Let’s get in front of the TV so that they can see what we’re watching.”
“You’re really all in on this, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
I finally stood up and walked to the TV with Belle in my arms. Angel positioned us the way that she wanted us to sit.
“Scoot a little closer,” she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper, after positioning her camera on the tripod to take our pictures.
I moved a little closer at the same time that Angel leaned further into me. The curve of her soft, but firm, warm breast brushed against my arm, and I flinched a little. She turned to look at me, and my eyes dropped to her plump lips and then backup into her eyes. The click of the shutter seemed to snap Angel out of the moment we were in, but not me.
