He leaned in, brushing his mouth against mine like he was teasing me with it. “Baby.”
I busted out laughing, head falling back, heart finally feeling light.
“I want my girl,” I said through my giggles. “But I need, like... a year or two. Let me enjoy Shiloh and S3 before we bring another little boss into the mix.”
He nodded, still smirking. “I’ll wait. Just say the word. I don’t mind putting another one in you.”
The way he said it sent a shiver straight down my spine. Then his lips found my neck, slow and warm, and suddenly I remembered how easy it was to lose control with him.
Four weeks postpartum. Still sore. Still healing. And yet… we were curled up in this small ass hospital bed like we were in our own damn world, ready to tear each other’s clothes off like we had something to prove.
He kissed me one last time slower this time. Like a promise.
“Come on,” he said, climbing out of the bed and reaching for my hand. “Let’s get you and our son home.”
And just like that, I knew. No matter what came for us next… We were ready.
Chapter
Six
DRE
Ihad the whole city mad yet I was sleeping good, out of sight and out of mind with a thick ass red bitch sucking and fucking on me whenever I liked. I knew Seth was pissed he couldn’t find me, which was crazy because somebody so close to him knew exactly where I was.
RING.
My phone cut through the quiet. I rolled, grabbed it from the nightstand. Leon’s name burned the screen. Of course.
I let it buzz twice before answering. “What up, Unc.”
“We gotta fix this, Dre,” he said, voice tight, like he was the one making orders.
“Fix what?” I asked. “Seth got what he deserved. That mess is handled.”
“You think it just ends like that?” He snapped. “You think the king doesn’t come after who tried to take his queen?”
“I took care of what needed to be taking care of.” I kept my voice cool. “Seth killed my family first. I was just repaying the favor.”
There was a pause... “Stormi’s not dead,” Leon finally spoke. “Both her and the baby survived.”
I pictured the house, the blood, the way she’d looked when I left. “How the hell do you know that?” I asked anger and confusion across my face.
“I went to the hospital,” he said. “I went because… because she’s, my daughter.”
I laughed… then I asked, “You serious?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Stormi is mine.”
“Wait what? You had a baby with Jo?” I sat up, the mattress creaking. The morning light cut the room in half. “You ain’t never told me you had a kid with a crackhead.”
“The Jo you know and the Jo I loved are different people.” His voice went softer, like a man holding on to a truth that hurt him.
I glanced at Imani across the bed. She was awake now. Her hair loose around her face, features rough from the night we had. She didn’t miss a beat though. She slid down to the middle of the bed, pulled my mans out and placed him right in her mouth.
“So, Stormi’s your daughter,” I said slowly. “That makes her my cousin.”
“You shot your cousin,” Leon spat, like he’d been carrying that sentence for days. “I should…”
