On the flight over Austin Peaks, he came up with a plan for us to pick out Peanut’s official name. I didn’t think my man would actually come to dinner prepared with a full blown presentation.
I wasn’t upset, more turned on by it since it was my type of carrying on. But some of these names had me regretting the decision to include him.
“Baby, you’re about to lose your privileges of being part of the process of picking out a name beyond your last one. Now, be serious. I appreciate you wanting to incorporate the herbal medicine but be for fucking real, nigga. Do you want our daughter to be bullied?”
He scoffed. “I wish a muthafucka would. Shit, I fight kids over mine,” Burkeley said with so much truth behind his words as he poked his chest out. The waiter who had just walked up to the table smirked before clearing his throat.
I couldn’t hold my laugh in as I shook my head.
“Ain’t no excusing that, but I apologize for my boyfriend’s behavior. This is our first baby.”
“No need to apologize, I understand. Are you two ready to order?” I sat there while I watched Burkeley rattle off our orders, with me not once ever looking at the menu. It was weird how comfortable we’d become with each other. He always did the simple act with ease but it showed that he paid attention to me, so much that he already knew what me and Peanut both wouldlike, down to the virgin margarita that was supposed to be off the table.
As soon as the server left, I wasted no time going back in.
“First off, crazy man, you can’t fight kids. We get other kids to handle it. And two, if you keep picking out names like Burkeana and Burkey, you won’t even be in the room or signing the birth certificate. Ain’t no way I’ma look at my baby one day and be like yeah, I let your daddy name you and her being mad at me for it.”
“M&M, now how do you plan on stopping me from picking out her name? You’re acting like she’s not mine right now and I’m not going for it. And I’m not going to acknowledge the other wild shit you’re talking, because besides Dr. Compton and the nurses, I’ma be the only person authorized to be in there while your pussy is out and my baby is sliding down.” His tone was laced with that sternness I loved, and like a damn cat in heat, my mouth hung slightly open while I watched his biceps flex. I wanted to challenge him further but when Burkeley took that tone with me, my pussy had me shutting up and acting right.
“I’m telling your mama. Now go to the next name and it better make sense, BK.”
He huffed but tapped his screen until a name on my list appeared.
“No originality at all, but here is the next one.” I smiled at the name.
“Easy now. Baileigh is literally my last name.”
“For now. Even though your empty ass threats got me tempted to not even give it to you now. Shit, it might be just me and Peanut in the house that are Morgans.”
I laughed hard as hell in his face.
“Look at who’s breaking their own rule. Daddy, you want me to have your name so fucking bad. If you could, I would probably get it the same day as Peanut.”
I smirked.
“Aht, wrong answer, you would have it by now.”
He leaned over, planting his lips on mine, slipping his tongue into my mouth. The mixture of alcohol and fresh mint had me moaning, loving the taste of him.
“If you keep drinking, you gon’ have to stop kissing me. I can taste it on your tongue, baby,” I said against his lips still attached to mine.
His body tensed as he pulled away slowly, cursing lowly.
“Oh fuck. My bad, M&M, I wasn’t even thinking.”
Even if I wanted to tell him I didn’t mind, Burkeley’s ass would curse me out for saying it, so I went to my next name.
I smiled widely as I hit the button to trigger my next slide on my phone. I cleared my throat, preparing my speech about the name.
“And before you get ahead of yourself, don’t. It’s not that deep. I just love the name. Plus, Viola James Bailey called dibs on the middle name, and no matter what, we have to honor her request. But keep in mind if we give our first one your name, the son we make won’t have it.”
Yes, I talked shit and ended up putting Berkley James on the list. I had kept the secret of Viola’s middle name because I always thought it was oddly weird how it was close to Jameson.
The way excitement overtook Burkeley’s face you would’ve thought I’d told him we won a billion dollars or something. His mouth opened and shut a few times before he engulfed me in his arms.
“So you love the name or the man who carries it?”
“Ugh, there that mouth goes again. Yeah, let me go to the next name, never mind.”
