He chuckled. “Nah, we’ll fuck around and do lunch then. I mean that is if yeen ’boutta rush out on me for whatever reason.”
“Now who said I was about to do that? You got me for the weekend. I mean… unless you hav?—”
He was in my space before I could finish the sentence. “The whole weekend could be fun as long as you know we’re having dinner with my siblings Sunday.” He picked me up and put my body on the island then stepped between my legs and took it upon himself to empty the food bags.
“Um.”
“No um. You want me to read your mind, right? In the event it’s too much to read, I’m speaking for you.”
I giggled. “Nigga, that’s not how this works.”
He laughed. “What all did you order?” Those massive hands eased up my thighs.
“Everything. I realized in the middle of ordering that I didn’t know what you or Romance ate. I guess I know the complicated things, but not the simple things like what you do or don’t eat. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know what you’re allergic to, if anything.”
Laughter bubbled from his gut. “I’m a real nigga, so I ain’t allergic to shit. I don’t really fuck with chicken like that and Ro eats whatever. I thought she was impartial to hot food, but the way she was fucking up those hot wings last night? What about you, baby? Do I need to be leery of anything I feed you when we’re together?”
“Um no, not that I know of.”
“Bet.”
We were well into breakfast when Romance came running into the kitchen asking her father what was for breakfast. It was funny how she checked his ass without even trying. It was like she asked questions just to sass him. I found them so cute. For a minute I stood in the doorway, watching him get her set up at the coffee table in front of the TV. It was cute that they had their own routine. He had seemingly settled into fatherhood in a way that only a nigga who was meant to be a father could. There was this genuine love that flowed from him to her.
When I reentered Reminisce’s bedroom, I gathered all my things to take a shower then lay out across the bed to check my messages. I had a few from my mother, Kay, and of course one from Aroyal asking where the hell I was. I just knew Aroyal was cursing my ass out for being out of touch. Kay would tell him I was cool, and if there was an emergency, he knew to call me. He was just tripping because I was out of touch and he didn’t know where I was.
“Are you cooking for us tonight?” Reminisce asked, alerting me to him entering the room. I glanced over and he was standing in the doorway, those piercing eyes staring a hole through me. Then he pushed off the wall, moving toward me.
“Um. That depends. What do you want to eat?”
“Shit, I don’t know, surprise me.” He pulled my body down to the edge of the bed, leaning between my legs.
“Me surprising you is feeding you some of what’s between my legs and getting baby girl a burger. Don’t tell me that.”
He chortled, face hovering over mine. “Even though I could go for that, where the fuck does the shit you be saying come from? You’re a straight nut.”
“No nuttier than you.”
“Nah, baby you got me beat.” He spoke against my lips before his hand eased under his shirt I was wearing. Everywhere he touched lit a fire, sending my thoughts into the abyss.
“Mhmm. Sure.”
“You know I got about thirty minutes until she’s finished eating. We could get shit crac?—”
“Nope. If anything gets cracking in here, don’t have any expectations for me to leave this apartment.”
He grinned, hand moving from my breast back down into my shorts. “You su?—”
“Daddy, your phone ringing.” Romance interrupted his moment, making me yelp in laughter at the expression on his face.
He snatched his hand back, giving me a death stare. “Aight. Hand it to Rim and go finish your food. We’re going to the store in a little while.” He was moving toward the bathroom in seconds. I heard his steps even though my eyes were on Romance.
“Okay.” She handed me the phone, then pranced back into the front room.
I glanced down at his phone seeing that the person calling was Jade. “It’s your sister.”
“Answer it.”
My eyes ballooned, because why in the hell would I do that? Jade and I were good friends, but I had also told her nothing would ever come of her brother and me. Now here I was, laid up in his bed, in his shirt with my hair all over my head.
