“No. I just feel like a lot of stuff is easier for boys. When we have P.E, the girls are always crying and whining when it’s time for us to run. They be so lazy,” he voiced, and I cracked up listening to him because he had the nerve to sit his little ass here, and sound as if he was disgusted by the little girls in his class being lazy when it was time for them to run.
He sat here, and he started giving me all the first-grade drama. Brooklyn and Zayne were running neck and neck when it came down to the drama that would happen in school. At times, I felt like Zayne had better stories than Brooklyn, which was crazy because Brooklyn was a senior in high school, so you would think that the tea she would give me would be much better. Zayne’s drama always consisted of some little boy took another little boy’s girlfriend, and how they had a fight during recess. If it wasn’t that, they would be fighting over sports, andwho was better than who when it came to sports. I lived for that kind of messy drama.
“You ready for the wedding?” I asked him, changing the subject, and my question caused him to smile.
Seeing him smile, it really had his features standing out so much that he’d inherited from his dad.
“I’m ready. This my first time going to a wedding. I think I’m going to cry,” he told me.
I cooed at his words, and then I pulled him closer to me. I’ve always loved that Zayne has been tuned in with his emotions. He was a tough boy. Very mannish like how Steel’s mom told me that Steel used to be as a kid, but he wasn’t afraid to tap into his emotions. Steel had offered him that safe space to shed tears since he was a baby, and he never judged him for it, either. Zayne would shed tears whenever something made him extremely happy, sad, or even at times when he was angry.
“And if you do, that’s completely fine. People cry at weddings all the time. Your daddy going to be crying right along with you,” I joked, and he laughed at what I said, and he turned his head, so that he could look at me.
He started at me for about five seconds, and without any warning, his eyes began to water. The second he blinked, a tear fell from his eye, and he laughed it off, while picking up his wife beater that he’d taken off, and he wiped his face.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me,” I said, my attention solely on him, waiting for him to tell me what was going on.
I knew these weren’t sad tears though. I could sense that he’d just gotten so happy that he started crying.
“I’m just happy. Nothing crazy. Just happy to have you in my life, that’s all,” his words warmed my heart. I mean, really pulled at my heart strings, and was going to have me out here, shedding tears right along with him.
I went ahead, and I pulled him by his arm, lifting him, so that I could place him in my lap. Zayne is a big boy now. He would be seven years old in a few more months, but I still view him as the five-year-old that he was when I came into his life. The five-year-old with the two missing front teeth, that was just as cute as he could be. Even though every day, he liked to come home from school, bragging to me about the new girl that he liked, or when he would talk to me about all the plans that he had to go to the NFL, he would always be my little baby.
I made sure to let him know that I was happy to have him in my life as well and let him know how much I love him.
In the middle of us having our moment, I heard the gate open to the backyard, and moments later, it was Steel making his way over. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so his hard abs were on full display. With his shirt being off, you really got to appreciate all the tattoos that adorned his skin. He was wearing black joggers, that hung off his waist just a little bit, so the band to his briefs were exposed. He wore socks, with a pair of slides, and you could see some of the water that had gotten on his joggers, due to him being outside, washing all the cars. It was hot out, so he was sweating a little bit, as he walked that cocky walk over to us.
“Nah man. This ain’t that. Get up off my lady, bruh. All them first grade girls that you come home talking about every day, find one of them to snuggle up with. This one is taken. She about to be a married woman in a few days,” Steel joked, coming over to Zayne, and I, seeing that he was still sitting in my lap, and I had my arms wrapped around him, loving on him.
Zayne thought that his dad was the funniest person in the world, so he chuckled, as Steel came over, lifted him from my lap, and Steel roughed him up a little bit, as he held his body in the air. He playfully put Zayne in a headlock, and Zayne was cracking up in laughter, loving playful stuff like this with his father. They carried on like that with each other for abouta minute, and then Steel eventually lowered Zayne down to the grass.
“How was your workout?” Steel asked him.
“Good. It was tough though. Just because Toni is a girl, that doesn’t mean that the workout was easy,” he responded, and I laughed because this boy insists on calling me a girl, rather than calling me a woman.
“Aight. Tough is what I like to hear. Shouldn’t nothing you do come easy. Go ahead and take a shower. Put some clothes on. We going to all go out to eat. Tell Brook to get ready too,” Steel let him know, and he didn’t have to say it twice because Zayne quickly took off, excited about going out to eat as a family.
I sat back, with the palms of my hands resting behind me, looking up at him, and my knees were still pulled up to me. He stood his fine ass over me, to the point that I could look up, and my face was right up under that dick. I didn’t give a damn that he had just been in the sun, washing cars for two hours, either. I was obsessed with this man. He could lay on top of me right now, and that sweat could get on my lip, and I wouldn’t complain.
“Since when we had plans to go out for dinner?” I asked, looking up at him.
“Shit, I was out front washing the cars, and I started craving hibachi. It was either I asked you at the last minute to cook it, or I make it easy for you, and just have you get dressed, and we go and eat as a family. Let me soak up one last night with you before you take your ass to Nola with your girls, and show your ass,” he said, and I chuckled.
My girls were in charge of my bachelorette party, and they planned a day trip in Nola for us. I knew I was going to show my ass, which is why I haven’t drank anything all week because I needed my body to be ready for the shots that I was going to indulge in.
“You jealous?” I asked him, lifting my hand up, and I grabbed his dick. I held him by his balls, massaging it for a few seconds, and then I let go.
“Jealous about what? You coming back home to me baby,” he said, and I smiled.
“As long as you know. You just make sure that when you have your bachelors party, that you give those hoes a two-minute max of dancing time,” I said, and he laughed, like what I said to him was funny.
“I told you that I don’t care about those strippers, baby. Ima be sipping that night, so you just better hope that I don’t pull up on you for a nut or two,” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
“That won’t happen, so I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for it,” I voiced.
“You said that we couldn’t see each other the day of the wedding. So, if I pull up on you before midnight, you wouldn’t come out, and let me hit it? Damn. You strict as fuck,” he voiced, and I cracked up in laughter, lifting my hand up, and playfully hitting him on his chest.
“I’m strict because I want to take the proper precautions in ensuring that my marriage works?” I asked him.
