McKay rolled her eyes playfully, snatching it back and going back to what she was doing.
“Yes, daddy. I just said it’s in a whole ass book. I wouldn’t be in here just risking it. And no one is rushing her, just want to make sure when the time comes my tea is ready. I’m doing this red raspberry leaf and chamomile. That one isn’t dry yet. It’s still in the dehydrator. There are about six more hours left.”
“Gotdamn, six more? I thought the dehydrator was supposed to speed up the process.”
“Trust me, for that it is. Without it, it takes days, weeks sometimes, depending on the batch. Since I’m doing both that and this red raspberry, I’m only doing a small amount. I won’t start drinking them until very late in my last trimester. Once Dr. Compton gives the green light, I can start of course.” I knew by her sly smirk she’d added that last part just to keep me quiet.
“I knew you were making your herbal remedies for Grandpa Mackie, but have you ever considered doing this, making yourteas and stuff for real? Like legal and legit of course. I meant what I said about you being done with the weed part.”
“At one point, yes. I mean I did go to school for it, remember. This is my Viola Marie side. Up until I went to school, she taught me everything she knew. I honored her when I got the degrees and certifications she was never able to. I wanted to be just like her in her garden of beautiful plants, flowers, and herbs. The suite life, as you also know, came from Mackie.”
“Do you still want your own garden one day?”
When her full cheeks rising and her pretty white teeth now on display, the excitement in her eyes told me my answer before McKay could even form the words.
“Oh my gosh, is that my birthday present?” That had me chuckling because I loved how she reminded me with subtle hints that I had yet to show out for her birthday. I had to put some things in motion before I could officially begin rolling out the gifts.
“What? No, girl. I don’t even know how somebody could gift a whole garden. You were outside this morning, did you see one back there?” McKay’s once bright face fell as she shook her head. It was hard for me not to laugh at her truly being sad about something I was still trying to figure out how to put in motion.
“If it’s not my gift, why do you want to know if I still want one if you’re not going to make it happen?” She crossed her arms over her chest and poked her bottom lip out. It had begun to swell once she hit twenty weeks, not a lot and it wasn’t noticeable, but I peeped it, especially since I loved kissing them.
I sucked it into my mouth before I snaked my tongue in hers.
“Don’t play me out like that. I can make everything happen for you, you know that. Baby, it’s the beginning of November in Crescent Falls. Would an outside garden be the smartest gift? I’m no professional but would starting a garden when winter is coming be the best decision?”
I was talking, gauging her mood on the topic and hoping for clues on how to effectively execute it. It was definitely on the list of gifts. I just didn’t know if I could make everything happen before Christmas, let alone my belated birthday gift.
“Yes, there are certain plants and herbs that thrive in the fall into the winter. Thyme is a good one, and ooh, sage, lemon, ginger, and lavender. A lot of them are great for fighting off colds and the flu.”
“And you’re doing this outside, in the winter months?”
“Yes. Rosemary is another good one that will even survive and thrive, even in the snow. Gardening isn’t a spring or summer hobby, it’s a year round lifestyle that has many different benefits that will help you in each of the four seasons. So my garden, is that my gift or not?” I smirked.
“Yes. I had something else in mind that involved you and me catching a flight to somewhere warm, laid out and relaxing, but this?—
“Wait, laid out and catching a flight. The garden can wait. I was talking too fast.” By now I was scooting back and getting up. I fell out laughing as I watched McKay hold her arms up so I could lift her too.
“No, the garden sounds like a better move. Shit, I might even save a few coins. Something is telling me your virgin margarita is going to run my damn pockets on this trip.” I was moving out of the room now, with McKay right behind me, continuing until we reached the living room.
“Please, baby, I don’t even like margaritas. I’ll drink water the whole time. Ooh, where are we going? When are we going? You said warm and laid out. So I’ll need a bathing suit or something. Is there a nude beach? Maybe I can skip buying that one.” My damn woman knew just what to say to get my ass back in the position she wanted me in.
I turned around so fast to see a sly grin on her face.
“I don’t know why you’re fake concerned about a gotdamn nude beach, McKay, it doesn’t matter if there was one. Yo’ ass gon’ be fully covered. Yeah, fuck this trip, we’re staying home where I can keep you in all the layers up to your neck.” McKay kissed her teeth now, closing the space between us, pushing me onto the couch.
“Daddy, why are you acting like you like seeing me in clothes anyway? Just like I like you being naked, you love when I have nothing on, giving you either this sweet, juicy pussy on fat daddy’s tip or in your mouth.” I was half ass listening as she dropped down to her knees, now undoing my jeans, my eager ass lifting to help her as she pulled my dick out.
“And I know if daddy wants to feel any of those wonderful, life changing things again he gon’ book this flight for my very late birthday gift, right?” Before I could give her an answer, her wet mouth was on my dick, swallowing me whole. I frowned as I looked down at those same swollen lips now pulling me deep into her mouth.
I didn’t last a minute longer with holding off on the response she wanted to hear.
“It’s already booked, M&M, I swear,” I rushed out as her tongue looped around the tip before sucking me back in, causing my toes to crack and my head to fall back against the couch.
And just like her tongue, McKay had me wrapped around her finger. Now I was mentally preparing to make sure she came home from our trip to her garden in the backyard.
“Wait,so you’re trying to take Mickey away for her birthday?” Hollis asked. She, Johnni, and I were all sitting around my dining room table. While Amber came to take McKay shoppingfor the trip and to get their hair done, I called the ladies to go over the birthday shenanigans I had planned and ask for their help to ensure the home front items got taken care of since I wouldn’t be here.
“A late ass birthday gift. And yes, that detail is important in this conversation. Because why now?” Hollis added before I could even respond. I prepared more for her pushback than Johnni’s.
