I climbed out of bed, making sure that I fixed the pillows and covers.
“Where are you going?” Spelman asked.
“On a date, apparently,” I answered and shrugged.
“So, I don’t need to cancel my plans with Aurora and Bradley?” she questioned, and I shook my head. I felt a little guilty for pouting earlier about not spending time together, but now I was about to ditch her.
“No,” I slowly said, shaking my head. “But I do want to spend time together tomorrow. Can we have a sister date?”
“Hell yeah,” she said, nodding.
“I love you, Berkeley,” I said as I walked up to her. I pulled her into a hug and kissed her cheek.
“I love you too, but keep those dick suckers to yourself,” she laughed and playfully wiped the spot I kissed. “You and that manhave slept in the same bed for the last few weeks. He’s making your breakfast at 3 a.m. and taking you on random dates. There is no doubt in my mind y’all are practicing to make us aunts again as soon as you drop that baby.”
“We haven’t done anything but kiss,” I whined, and Berkeley reared back with a confused expression. We’d discussed my sex drive since being pregnant, and she knew that I was barely surviving before we came back. I was horny all the damn time, and it was driving me crazy. When Spelman mentioned my hormones earlier, she was saying without saying that I was moody because I needed some dick.
“Oh, hell no,” Berkeley said, shaking her head. She took the phone from my hand, swiped it, and then it started to ring.
“Sunshine, I’m not telling you where we are going,” Amethyst answered, laughing. “Just get dressed and be ready to go when I get there, baby.”
“Amethyst,” Berkeley said, sounding annoyed.
“What’s up?” he replied. The playfulness in his voice was gone, and he was alert and ready to handle whatever needed to be handled. “What’s wrong, Berkeley?”
“Why is my sister walking around with a wet pussy?” she asked him, and I dropped my head. Leave it to Berkeley to get right to the point.
“What?” he laughed.
“Why haven’t you put my girl out of her misery and fucked her?” she asked. “She’s pregnant with your big head ass baby, that thang between her legs needs to be handled properly. What’s your problem?” I reached for my phone, and Berkeley turned so that I couldn’t take it from her. “You need to get your shit together and handle that for her.”
“I’m trying to show her that forgiving me is the right choice,” he answered. “I want to do it the right way. Show her that I’m the nigga for her and that us stepping into a relationship will beworth it. Like you said, we have a baby on the way, but I want her to be my wife, not just my baby mama.”
“Aww, that’s cute and all, but can you fuck her while you are proving all that?” Berkeley said, and Spelman started laughing. I rubbed my eyes and sighed. “My baby sister knows you love her; hell, we all do. You’ll go to the end of the earth for her and all that good shit, but she needs some dick while you are proving all that other stuff. She’s not going to be snapping at us because you are being stingy.”
“She’s been snapping at y’all?” he laughed.
“It was a long six months before we came here,” Berkeley answered and had the damn nerve to sigh like I stressed her out.
“My bad, sis,” he replied. “I’ll see what I can do,” he laughed, and my nipples got hard. Berkeley wasn’t lying when she said I was snapping at them and short-tempered when we were in New Mexico. I spent countless nights in my room with an attitude because I wanted dick, and the only dick I wanted was Amethyst.
“We would appreciate it,” she said, nodding. “Now I’m getting off the phone. Have a good night.” She hung up the phone and handed it to me. “I love you, baby sis, but please fuck on that man tonight or don’t come back here.”
“This is my house, Berkeley,” I laughed.
“I said what I said.” She shrugged. “Either fuck on him or find somewhere else to lay your head tonight because I refuse to deal with your short-tempered ass in the morning if you don’t.”
“You don’t know if I’ll have an attitude,” I said, shaking my head. “I could be in a good mood for all you know.”
“Not if you don’t get any dick you won’t,” she countered. “Even if you don’t have sex, let him lick on it or something.”
“Bye, Berkeley,” I called out as I left the room. “I will see you tomorrow.”
“Remember what I said!” she shouted as I walked towards my room.
Laughing, I stopped at Clarke’s room to see her sitting in the middle of the floor carving a piece of wood. I knocked, and she lifted her head to look at me. “I love you, Clarke,” I said, smiling.
“I love you too, Yale,” she replied. “Have fun on your date.” I knew she could hear us because the doors were open and she wasn’t wearing her noise-canceling headphones.
