When we got out of the car, Jason was waiting in the door. I’d met him the last time Reminisce brought me with him to check on the house. I had also successfully helped him talk Reminisce out of the black quartz counters. This man was obsessed with the color black.
I stood near Reminisce as he got Romance out of the car. I closed the door behind him, then followed him up the stoned pathway to the two steps. Once there he stopped and allowed me to enter first. He stepped in behind me.
“What’s up, Jason?” he greeted, shaking the old man’s hand before looking around the emerald living room. Though I didn’t think it was much of a front room color, it fit, only if the accents and furniture were white.
Jason smiled, then looked at Reminisce holding Romance. “I’m letting you know everything here is finished. Within the coming days, my crew and I will be moving the supplies and tools to your other property to start the rehab for that.”
“So, it’s all the way finished.” Rem responded as more of a statement than a question.
I gave him one more look before I left him to talk to Jason while I gave the house a look. A lot had changed since he first showed it to me… since he first told me it was my endgame with him if I stuck with him. The walls were painted, floors were finished, and there were even updated steps. It was beautiful in here, a true indication of how time and TLC had the ability to change things. Months ago, Reminisce and I were nowhere near the place we were in now. We were at the stage where neither of us said what was on our minds to one another but instead allowed the space between us to fill up with all of those things.
“He said we’re good to move in any time after Christmas. When are you ready?” Reminisce’s voice made me turn around. There he stood, still holding Romance, and something different in his eyes though.
My eyes glossed the room. “I thought you said you wouldn’t ask me to move in yet. If I remember correctly, you said not this month, next month, and maybe not even next year.”
He grinned, but the grin on his lips never reached his eyes. “That’s null and void. You married me, Karim. You let me take you to City Hall not once but twice. Shorty, you stuck with me and you got the paperwork to prove it. Only thing missing is this.” He dug his hand into his pocket, pulling out a ring. Then he moved closer to me, gripping the ring between his index and thumb.
Watching him move closer to me, I fought tears. I was no bitch, but this moment right here had me cuffing the tears with my lids. “Reminisce, what are you doing?”
“Making sure you see this shit and realize who you belong to every fucking time.”
Yep, there were the tears.“Reminisce, you know I’m not a jewelry girlie.”
“Karim, stop fucking playing with me and put this ring on before I cuss your ass out in here.” That fast he had gone from being sweet to talking shit.
I wiped my tears with one hand as he slid the ring onto my finger. “You’re so damn rude.”
“Nah, you fucked it up with your mouth. Now let’s get outta here. We got plans when we get to the house.” He turned to walk toward the front.
“I still haven’t said yes to moving in with you,” I called out after him.
He chuckled. “Fuck outta here, all that crying you were just about to do. Yeah aight, your answer is yeah. Now when all that shit happens is on you.”
I laughed. “Don’t be talking like you tell me what to do, Reminisce. You don’t.”
“Aight, spit that shit when we get back to the city.”
Chapter
Thirteen
Reminisce
When we made it back to the city, I wasted no time getting Ro squared away in her bed while Karim went straight to the washroom to take a shower. I ended up joining her, and after, making her cum more times than either of us could count. We washed up and found our way to bed. I gave her some shit to be tired about, but I still wasn’t about to let her go to sleep yet.
“You know I ain’t never had to Christmas shop ever. I always just show up with a couple dollars and a smile.”
She giggled. “Well, this year you’ve gotta get into it, Rema Claus.”
I laughed.
“What are you laughing at? You got a lot of nephews and now a daughter, buddy.”
“Shit you too, keeping it a buck. In marriage niggas start sharing nieces and nephews, right? I got about six. How many do you have?”
She looked down at me and I could tell she was counting in her head. “Six.”
I chuckled. “Too many fucking kids.”
