“With yo’ mama.”
Tuesday cut her eyes at him.
“Y’all already conspiring together.”
“Yup.” He patted her thigh. “Now go get ready, and hurry up. I’m hungry.”
She knew better than to keep Biggie waiting when he was hungry, so she got off his lap and trudged toward the stairs soshe could get ready, thanking God she had enough sense to pack clothes for every occasion when they left her house yesterday.
“I’m so full,” Tuesday palmed her tummy as they walked alongPebbles Beach.
.
Biggie surprised her with reservations atClout,where she orderedShrimp Scampi; a restaurant she’d been dying to go too. It was brand new, and their dishes looked so good onInstagram. They didn’t disappoint, and even though she was full, she couldn’t wait to dig into the leftovers that were currently in Biggie’s backseat.
They stopped at the beach to walk along the shoreline, but Tuesday made sure they didn’t go too far. Biggie was doing better and not out of breath as much as he was a week ago, but she didn’t want to run any risks. He was still healing, and she could tell often that he was still in some pain.
“Me too,” Biggie agreed as they walked; their hands interlocked.
Tuesday eyed him.
“All you ate, you better be full.”
“I like toeat,” he replied, licking his lips and looking directly into her eyes.
Tuesday blushed and tried looking away, but Biggie stopped, causing her to stop too. The sun had long set, and the stars watched over them as they stood facing one another, the waves from the ocean brushing against their feet. They’d left their shoes in the car to get the full beach walking experience.
“I got out the game,” he finally said, as if that news was new news.
“I know, and I appreciate that more than you know. I know that wasn’t an easy decision for you.”
“It wasn’t, but it was necessary. Gettin’ shot was a wake up call. Ain’t shit out there in the streets for me. All I need is you and my junior. I got out the game for y’all, but for me too. I want to live a long life.”
“I want that for you, too, Biggie.”
“You gon’ finally be my girl then or what?”
Tuesday was startled by that question, but she shouldn’t have been. She knew it was coming, and she prepared herself for it. After her initial shock, she cleared her throat and smiled. “Yes, Biggie. We can make this official. I’ll be your girl.”
Biggie smiled; something he didn’t do often, and it melted her heart. As he leaned down and kissed her, she felt her heart doing somersaults. She felt so at peace in this moment.
He pulled back.
“I love you, Tuesday and I’m gonna make you and our son so happy.”
“I love you too, Biggie.”
His crooked grin hinted at what he was going to say before he opened his mouth, causing Tuesday to blush and giggle.
“You gon’ give me some pussy tonight?”
“If we take it slow–”
“Come on,” Biggie said, grabbing her hand and hightailing it toward his car. “This date is officially over.”
Tuesday laughed wildly behind him, trying to catch up.
“Wait. Be careful,” she fussed. “Don’t overdo it.”
