“Yeah. We drove all the way to the top of the mountain and had a picnic. We had cupcakes, cookies, and chocolate covered strawberries,” she gushes. They are so excited about their adventure.
“Any real food?” I ask him.
“They picked the food. I said picnic and let them crash out in The Marketplace. They had little round sandwiches too.”
“Pinwheels,” Averi says. “The peanut butter and jelly ones. We sat on the blanket and had fun. Then, we saw these. They are everywhere, Mommie. I got this purple one for you,” she says, then hands it to me.
“I love it. Thank you, baby.”
Romi grabs a quartz looking one and hands it to me. “I got you one too.”
“It’s beautiful too. Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Momma, it’s so many out there like a lot, a lot,” Averi says.
“Yeah, fifty,” Romi says and I laugh.
“Well, I think y’all brought all fifty here.”
“No, we left some,” Romi grins.
“What are we going to do with all of these? They surely aren’t staying on the floor, all over my living room like this,” I quip.
“Noo, we’re going to make a garden in the backyard,” Averi says.
“A big one,” Romi adds.
I immediately turn to Xai. “So you are a gardener too?” I question, amused as hell.
“I’m gonna be now.”
“Interesting,” I tease.
He eases down on the floor behind me and stretches his legs. His arms wrap around me and he cranes his head on the side of my neck. “I’ll be whatever they want me to be. You see their faces. I love you and your pretty smile but those…” he says and I marvel at my babies and their beautiful smiles. “Those are priceless, love,” he continues and I can’t agree more.
This! This is why I love this man.
Epilogue
about six months later
“Bruh, you said a crib,” Kadean huffs, standing in the door frame of the twins’ room.
“We’re having twins. That means two cribs and two bassinettes. Stop yapping and come help. You’re late anyway.”
“Looks like I’m not late e-damn-nough. Don’t look like you’ve done shit but open the boxes.”
“Shit, that’s a start. Grab a screwdriver and get to work,” I say and he grabs a screwdriver from the stack of tools on the floor.
“What’s first?”
“These bassinettes. They look the easiest,” I suggest. “How much you get today?” I ask.
“Damn, nigga. All in my pockets,” he huffs with a smile.
He must have done good.
“I see you.”
