“Please get your husband out my car. That man gon’ make me lose my religion.”
She laughed at my statement. I, however, didn’t find nothing funny. Belle Air stepped past me and headed toward her husband. The way he acted when he saw her had calmed me a lil’ bit. Hunz was reacting to Belle Air like she was his mama about to discipline him.
I grabbed Hunz from her once they got to the door. She couldn’t assist his big tail up those stairs by herself. He stumbled the whole walk. Them feet couldn’t walk a straight path if they wanted to. Once he saw his bed, he flopped down and didn’t move.
“You’re a good friend, Gills. Thank you.” Belle Air touched my forearm and gave a smile.
“He’s always been one to me. I’m headed home. Have a good night, Belle.” I started to walk off when she offered me a room. I declined and took a rain check on the offer. I wanted my own bed.
“Be safe. I’ll have Hunz call you tomorrow.” She reached for a hug. Belle was a sweet woman. She fit Hunz, and as long as she treated my brotha right, she was good in my eyes.
I checked the time when I got back in the car. It wasn’t too late, but it would be by the time I got home. I turned on the radio and let my phone connect. I had a thing for instrumentals, so that playlist took me back to Nashville.
Lately, my mind would wander to the mystery woman whenever I was alone. Her features made me want to know her. I hadn’t had the pleasure of running into her again, but I was sure I would.
Hunz
Twenty-four hours. That was all I had to recover before I was under the influence again. My best friend Journei was turning twenty-six, and I knew how she and Alexis got down. Journei didn’t let alcohol touch her lips if it wasn’t April 23rd. She didn’t want to be like her dad, so she tried her best to stay away from it.
When I met Journei, she was living in a group home. I was fourteen, goin’ on fifteen, and she had just turned fourteen. She was very quiet and carried a cold demeanor. There was a thick cloud of sadness that surrounded her, and her needing a friend was evident.
I only saw her when I went to help my dad landscape the facility every week. It started out with just me talking, but eventually, she responded, and we got close.
She graduated from that group home the same day she graduated high school and went to college with me. During college, she told me the truth about her parents. The lie she told me in the group home was her parents died in a wreck.
I felt bad for her and understood why she was so closed off from people, especially men. That was the reason why my best friend was a full-blown lesbian, eating pussy better than me.
I stepped out the shower, wrapping my towel around my waist. The hangover was hittin’ a nigga that morning. After I handled my hygiene and put some clothes on, I joined my wife downstairs. I found her in the living room with her focus on the laptop sitting in her lap.
Taking a seat beside her, I placed a kiss on her cheek. She smelled good as fuck that morning. “Wassup, baby. What you got goin’ on?”
“Hey, baby. I’m running through these emails for the shop, making sure everything is everything. I made you breakfast. It’s in the microwave.”
“Thank you. You got somethin’ you need me to do for you or want us to go somewhere?” I asked because I didn’t really have a lot of time for her during the week. Weekends were dedicated to her.
“No, baby. I’m good. We can chill today. You’re gonna need the energy for tomorrow anyway. Nei not gon’ let you sit down for a second.”
“Don’t I know it. Let me get some food in me, then we can do that. Catch up on some movies or somethin’.” She nodded, agreeing to a relaxed day.
The food she made was bomb as shit. I didn’t know if it was the hangover enhancing it or my wife really put her foot in that bitch. I threw down, making a sound after every bite. I could tell my big greedy ass was hungry. I cleaned up after myself since my baby already had the kitchen spotless.
I retreated to the living room and got comfortable, with my wife laying on top of me. The union we shared was somethin’ beautiful. I wasn’t a hothead, but I was a lil’ reckless growin’ up,which is how I met Gills. Even during college, I was loose as a goose until Belle Air caught my eye.
She always said she wouldn’t deal with me until she saw a better me. It took me a few years to get my shit right, but when I did, she was ready for a nigga. Belle wanted me just as much as I wanted her, and because of that, she waited. I wasn’t expecting her to, but hey, she knew who she wanted.
We enjoyed a few movies and laughs. It felt good to be under my baby—both of my babies. Belle Air was pregnant with twins. Our blessing twice over. We went through a miscarriage the first year of our marriage and didn’t want to try again until recently.
We didn’t know the type of parents we would be, but we knew the type we wouldn’t. I saw how sad both of my best friends were without them. My kids weren’t goin’ to experience that.
Belle Air ended up falling asleep on top of me. My wife had been tired as fuck lately. Carrying two babies, making sure everything good with her business, and keeping me happy had to be tiring. I was a man, and I couldn’t handle too much of shit before I got stressed the fuck out. I applauded all women that were out there doin’ what my baby was doin’.
Looking at her, I admired her features. Belle Air wasn’t short for a woman at all. Those butterscotch legs placed her at five-eight. She was thick in all the right areas. Being a down south woman gave her them corn bread fed thighs and ass to match. Her titties came in at a 42DD. Yeah, her pretty ass was stacked.
Those eyes were my favorite feature on her face, besides the freckles on her nose. Her eyes were hooded, so she always looked sleepy or sad. There were many times when we first started dating when I offered to take her home if she was tired or stay in and chill if she was down. I got used to it and found myself intrigued by them.
I didn’t live a perfect life, but with my wife, I lived a better one. She challenged me in areas a nigga like me didn’tacknowledge. Commitment wasn’t in my future until I met her. Wanting a marriage and starting a family damn sure wasn’t in my plans, but then I met her.
Loving someone other than myself and best friends was a no-go, but then I crossed paths with Belle Air. The changed Hunz was because of Mrs. Sinclair.
