“Open it and find out.” He kissed the side of my face.
The box was wrapped tightly in a silklike black wrapping. This was nothing like any wrapping I had ever done, but luxury. I peeled the lining from the back and dropped the silk into my lap. Once I had it open, my eyes landed on a key fob. It was dark emerald green with a silver Mercedes emblem. “You didn’t.” I was out of his lap in seconds, hopping up much faster than I knew I could.
“In the driveway.”
I nearly tripped on the toys and wrapping paper trying to get to the door, but thank God I made it. The excitement in me didn’t give a shit that it was eleven degrees out there. I opened that door barefoot and all. My jaw dropped when I saw the emerald green G-Wagon parked in the center of my driveway. That meant he had moved his into the garage early this morning. When we got in from his sibling’s house last night, it was late, and I had damn sure parked us in the center of the driveway.
“Shoes,” he said, alerting me to his presence behind me.
I turned around and jumped into his arms, kissing all over his face.Fuck them shoes.
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” I continued to kiss all over his face.
“You know how to thank me later. Right now we’re about to get out of this cold. It’s cold as fuck out here, Karim.” He carried me into the house.
Once we were inside, he sat on the couch with me in his arms. “You fuck with it?”
I smiled hard, nodding. “Yes. How did you know?”
“’Cause once you got the key to my shit, yeen wanna put that motherfucker down.”
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. “Thank you.” A kiss or two followed right before I heard the Disney heels clicking up the hall to us.
“Daddy?” Romance’s little cute ass called out.
I glanced from Reminisce to Romance and a smile filled my features. She was dressed in her green Princess Tiana dress, a pair of wings halfway on with a crown on her head, all while holding a wand. I didn’t have to look at her feet to know what she had on. Shit I heard them.
“Yeah, Ro?”
“Santa got me all this, what did he get you? Or were you on the naughty list?”
“I ain’t on no nigga’s li—” My finger to his lips shut him up. He absolutely hated the fact that she believed Santa Claus brought her these gifts and not him.
“Yeah, Ro, your daddy got a gift. Can you hand me that box under the tree?”
“Okay,” she dragged out and moved toward the tree.
Leave it to nasty to take my finger into his mouth before I could snatch it back. “Thought I told you not to get me shit.”
“What do I look like doing what I’m told?”
He laughed just as Romance brought the box to the sofa.
I went to climb off his lap when he snatched me back. “Nah, stay right here.”
I did as he asked and sat there. I watched him then open the medium-sized box I didn’t wrap because it was designed on its own with red glitter and a plaid bow atop.
The first thing he pulled out was a pair of the underwear my face was printed on several times. I’d gotten him three pairs—black, blue, and red.
He laughed hard and so did I. Ro had long since lost interest in seeing what her father got for Christmas. Instead, she had moved on to the Leap Frog block set on the floor.
“Rim, what’s this?” He then pulled out a golden envelope.
“Open it and find out.” I waited, watching his face as he unrolled the string from around the top, before pulling the paperwork out.
“The good thing about being married to you is my ability to sign leases in your name for small storefronts. Therefore taking the first step of several in the direction of making Killer Apparel not only a physical entity but also giving it its own space. Keys are in the envelope too.”
He dropped the papers into the box and put it on the couch next to us and pulled me in so close to him, so tight, I melted. Who was I kidding? I would always melt against this man.
