Saint’s eyes narrowed. “What decision?”
“When it’s something happening with the cartel, and your child is sick at home. When you have to choose between the business and your baby, and you have to choose your baby.”
Saint didn’t hesitate. “That will be the easiest part of being a gangsta. You and my kid will always win. Every time. No discussion.”
I watched his face as he said it, and my heart softened.
Saint’s eyes widened a little, and his energy perked up. “You pregnant?”
I blinked rapidly. “Huh?”
He pointed at me like he’d cracked a code. “You’re asking me about choosing kids. Is my baby pregnant with my baby?”
“Saint,” I said, already laughing. “I am not pregnant.”
His shoulders dropped, then he shook his head like he was disappointed in the universe. “Damn.”
“Don’t ‘damn’ me. You know I like our life how it is right now. We get to move around freely. We hop jets whenever we want. We party when we want. We do what we want without checking in with nobody but each other.”
Saint’s grin came back. “So, you’re enjoying just being my wife.”
“Yes, I am.”
He reached across the table and took my hand again, kissing my knuckles like he was showing off. “Good. Because we’re young, so we have time to have kids.”
I squeezed his hand. “Right. I want to enjoy life with you and enjoy each other before we have to focus on raising kids.”
He reached across the table and held my hand.
I squeezed it, telling him, “Thank you.”
His brows curled into such a cute expression. “For what?”
“For being a good husband. For being devoted. For loving me the way you do.”
Saint’s gaze held mine. “I’m always gon’ be that. You know that.”
I continued to watch him, swooning. “You are a good husband.”
Saint scoffed playfully. “I’m a’ight.”
“You are. You are a devoted husband. You love hard. You protect hard. You show up.”
His eyes dipped to my mouth, then back up. “You happy?”
“Yes,” I said, immediate. “I’m so happy.”
“Are you really happy?”
My head tilted curiously. “Yeeees,” I answered slowly.
He squeezed my hand, then smirked. “Good.”
“Why are you asking me that?”
“Because you suck my dickso goodwhen you’re happy”
My mouth dropped dramatically. Then I picked up the cloth napkin off of the table and threw it at him as he started to crack up laughing.
