“You putting the heels back on?” he asked.
“When we walk out, I will. Not right now,” I expressed, coming even closer to him, so that I could wrap my arms around his neck.
Tank was sitting down on the hospital bed, with his hands on my behind, while looking up at me.
“Let me see the ring, baby,” he called out, just trying to make light of the situation.
Tank just knew how to handle me. He knew how to sway my mood. Leave it to me, I would sit around, and dwell on what happened for the rest of the night. I had a terrible habit of not knowing how to let things go, especially when it was something that bothered me. Tank wasn’t like that. He dealt with issues when they arose, handled them, and he wouldn’t really bring it up again. He knew that bringing up the ring would be something to make me smile. It worked because I took one arm from around his neck, and I showed him the ring. Like he wasn’t the one to purchase it for me, he took my hand, examining it, and he let out a loud whistle, in love with the ring, just as much as I was.
“That’s the most I ever spent on jewelry, baby. Every bitch that I ever dealt with before you, they really going to hate your ass now,” he voiced, and I rolled my eyes at him, not going to feed into that.
“For real. Ima post this on social media in the morning. Prepare to go viral, baby,” he let me know, and at the same time, the doctor was walking back into the room.
He smiled at me when he saw me, happy to see me out of bed, and no longer crying. He assured me again that I was fine, and he kept stressing for me to go home, and get some rest.
“Ay doc, do we gotta refrain from all sexual activity tonight?” Tank asked him, and like that was the funniest thing that he’s ever heard in his life, he cracked up in laugher.
“Dionne is fine to do anything that she was already doing. Just allow her to get some rest,” he said.
“I will. After the fact though,” Tank replied, and I playfully slapped him in the back of the head, as he stood up from the bed.
The doctor laughed again, sat the paperwork on the bed for me, and he wished us a good night. Once he was gone, I sat back down on the bed, so that I could slip the heels back on. Of course, my man asked me if I needed him to carry me, or if one of the nurses should come in, and put me in a wheelchair, but I told him that I was fine, and that I could walk.
He held my hand the entire time, walking me out of the hospital. We made it over to his car, where he opened the door for me, assisted me with getting inside, and then he closed the door. He went over to his side, got in, and he pulled out.
“Don’t go home. The surprise isn’t home. Let me put the address in the GPS,” I told him, reaching my hand up, so that I could put it on the screen, and type in the name of the hotel that I’d booked for us tonight.
I just wanted to keep the romance going. I’d booked a hotel for us on Miami beach, where more surprises were waiting for him. The plan was to head over there as soon as the birthday party was over. Never in a million years did I think that a damn shoot out would occur, that would result in me falling on my stomach and then rushing to the hospital.
Once I keyed it in, it showed that we were only fifteen minutes away. Tank didn’t ask any questions. That was the difference between him, and I because I would have had a million follow up questions.
While he drove, I pulled my phone out because I had so many messages from my girls and sisters, wanting to know what happened at the hospital, and if I was okay. I texted them all back individually, reassuring them that I was fine, and that we were on the way to the hotel. I let them all know that I would call sometime tomorrow to check in, and as if it wasn’t after four in the morning, each of them quickly texted me back, happy thatme and the baby were doing fine. After that, I sat the phone down in my lap, and I leaned my head into the headrest of the seat.
We pulled up to the W South Beach. It was one of my favorite hotels on South beach. Everything about it just gave upscale, sexy, and romantic. I knew that this was a place that Tank and I would romantically enjoy tonight, even though the setting never mattered to us because we could literally get it popping wherever we went.
Tank knew to go ahead and pull the car through valet. There was a driver there, ready to grab the keys from him, so that he could park the car in the parking garage.
Tank opened the door, him and the driver briefly spoke, and then Tank made his way over to the passenger side door, so that he could open the door for me. Any other time, if it had been this late at night/ this early in the morning, I would have been releasing yawn after yawn, fighting to keep my eyes open, but because of what happened tonight, it had me up, and alert.
Tank grabbed my head, and we walked inside the hotel together. He was thinking that we had to walk over to the desk, so that we could check in, but little did he know, I had been moving around all morning, handling things for his birthday, so I already had the room. The room was the final surprise for him. I let him know that, and I pointed in the direction of the elevators, and I went inside my purse, so that I could pull out the key card because I was going to need it to grant us entry onto the elevator.
Once the elevator doors opened, we walked in, I scanned the card, and I pressed floor 31. We were high up because the higher you were up, I felt like the nicer the views were. It was just the two of us on the elevator, so while he stood with his back pressed against the elevator walls, I walked over to him, untucking his black button-down shirt that he had tucked into his slacks, and Iused my medium length nails to run them up, and down his hard abs. I could feel his eyes piercing down at me, as I was in my own little world, completely zoned out, rubbing on him, loving how soft his skin felt.
The elevator doors eventually opened, and Tank tapped me on my behind, and I knew that that was his way of getting my attention, so that we could walk off together. We did, and I was the only one that knew the location of the room, so I led the way, making the first right, and then I walked all the way down, where our room was the last one on the left. I used the key card to grant us entry, and Tank reached over me to open it, pulled the door back, and I stepped in first, but I moved out of the way because I wanted him to see for himself what I’d done for him.
There was a rose pedal walkway, and single ballons that were on the side, and attached to the balloons, there were numerous amounts of pictures of him. Pictures starting out from him being a newborn, leading to the age that he was now. With the help of his mom, I was able to get access to all these pictures. This was the front room that we were standing in, and off to the side, was a living room area, with a nice flat screen TV on the wall.
There was a balcony, and with the patio glass doors that were there, you could see the way the entire city of Miami lit up. It honestly was so beautiful.
“Damn baby. This is nice,” he expressed, walking over to me for just one second, so that he could kiss me on the lips.
He then went back over to the walkway, so that he could pay close attention to each picture. His silence, but the smile that was on his face spoke a thousand words. I could tell that he loved it.
He continued with the path, which led to the beautiful bedroom. This is where I really showed out. There were black balloons that filled the entire ceiling, and balloons that were attached to the headboard, which read, “Happy birthdayTavion”. There was gift bag after gift bag that sat on the bed. So many of his favorite designer brands filled the bed.
“Pussy getting ate off the bone tonight, baby. You showed the fuck out,” he said, and I laughed because I expected this kind of response from him.
I have never, I mean never gone all out like this for a man on his birthday. I don’t know if it made me selfish, or self- centered, but any man that I’ve ever dealt with in the past, I’ve always liked to think of myself as the gift, so when their birthdays would come around, I wouldn’t go all out. I would get them something, but it wouldn’t be something that had me breaking the bank. I broke the bank for Tank, and I would do it a thousand times because he treated me so good, I loved him so much, and he deserved every little thing.
