“Why do you look like that?” I asked Amethyst as I took a seat at the table. I heard him the moment he started moving around the kitchen. He was big on breakfast, and the kitchen was always his domain, which I loved because I hated to cook. I did it to survive, and even though I was good at it, it would never be something I enjoyed doing. When I walked into the kitchen, my mouth watered at the sight of pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, and a pitcher of juice already sitting on the table.
“Like what?” he asked as he cleaned the counter. I walked to the table, took my seat, and smiled. I was going to eat good this morning.
“Like you want to slap someone,” I answered as I picked up the juice and poured a glass. When Amethyst didn’t respond, I looked up to see him staring at me. “You want to smack me?”
“Stop playing, Sunshine,” he smirked, then shook his head. His hair was down, and I wanted to wrap the ringlets around myfingers. I loved his hair; from the moment he agreed to grow it out years ago, I was instantly drawn to it. “I’d never hit you.”
“That look says otherwise,” I laughed and set the pitcher back on the table. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m good, Sunshine,” he said, shaking his head. “Just eat so we can go to your appointment.”
“You’re just dropping me off,” I said, looking at him, slightly confused. “You’re not going in.”
“Why the fuck not?” He dared to look confused, and it took everything in me not to laugh.
“Amethyst, I’m going to a consultation; you don’t need to be there,” I said, then started making our plates. Even though the food was done, I knew Amethyst didn’t eat without me because he never did. Whenever we ate together, we always broke bread together. It didn’t matter if we had to wait for the other person; we ate together.
“I’m going, Sunshine,” he said as he washed his hands at the sink. When he was done, he dried them on a napkin and came to sit next to me. He put his hands out for me to take, dropped his head, and then said a quick prayer.
“You are not going in with me,” I said once he was done. He lifted his head, and his left brow went up in surprise. “I’m not playing, Amethyst.” He picked up his fork and started eating.
“Why can’t I go?” he asked in between bites of his food. “You’ve been to the doctor with me.”
“I’ve been to the eye doctor with you,” I corrected him, and he shrugged. “This is a private meeting.”
“What can she tell you that I can’t know?” he questioned, and I shook my head. I would eventually tell him what this appointment was for, but right now I wanted to keep it private. The conversation of kids with Amethyst was always tricky. I knew he wanted them, but whenever I brought it up, he would always change the subject, as if we would eventually have them.“Sunshine, you’re going to tell me anyway, so you might as well just let me go so I can be there and not get on your nerves later with questions.”
“You’re going to do that anyway,” I laughed, and he smirked. I sat back in my seat, crossed my arms, and sighed. “Amethyst, this is serious.”
“I know, which is why you aren’t going alone,” he nodded.
“I’m going to get an exam,” I said, and he shrugged. “That means my pussy is going to be out.”
“Does it stink?” he questioned, and I rolled my eyes. This nigga always had something smart to say.
“No, Amethyst,” I sighed. “It doesn’t stink.”
“You want me to look at it or something?”
“No!” I yelled, even though the thought of Amethyst between my legs always lurked in the back of my mind. I didn’t want him to look at it; that wasn’t true. I didn’t want him tojustlook at it. He could look, touch, lick, fuck, talk to it, caress it. I honestly didn’t care what he did as long as he did something. I had to squeeze my legs together at the thought of him being between my legs, and I dropped my head.
“What are you yelling about?” he chuckled. “I was just saying, you trippin’ off of me being in the room and your pussy out. Sunshine, I’ve seen you in damn summer dresses or whatever they’re called. Yo ass didn’t wear panties then, and you don’t trip off me being around. Why start now?”
“First off, how do you know I don’t wear panties?” I questioned.
“I’m a man, baby girl,” he said, then licked his plump lips. “I see what I need to.”
“Whatever,” I said, waving him off. He’d given me the sexiest look, and now the little bit of control I had over my body was slowly slipping away. “Don’t worry about what I wear.”
“Sunshine, get to your point,” he requested, then leaned back in his seat and stretched his long legs out around my chair. “Because I feel like you’re wasting my time right now with a request that’ll never happen.”
“I don’t even remember what we were talking about at this point,” I laughed, and he smirked.
“Me being at your doctor’s appointment,” he said, and I nodded.
“Right, this was an appointment for me and Grant.”
“Fuck Grant,” he grunted, and I lifted my brow in surprise. Over the years, I intentionally kept Grant and Amethyst apart. It was the only way I could think of not slipping up and telling Amethyst the truth. I’d learned to love Grant more over the years. He wasn’t an evil man or husband. He was home for the most part, and whenever I asked him, he showed up. Most of the time, he was attentive, and until recently, he was a good husband. We hardly fought, and when we did, it was over something small or over how much time I spent with Amethyst. At one point, I even stepped back from spending as much time with Amethyst as I wanted to, but Amethyst nipped that in the bud. After a while, Grant stopped caring, or at least he pretended not to.
