Cream was standing there… with Christina right beside him, arms folded like she was the damn police. Angel stood behind them looking nervous like she didn’t want to be involved in the snitching operation.
I took a second to look my husband over. Every single day that man somehow looked finer. His brown skin was flawless. His fresh tapered fade was sharp as hell. He rubbed a hand down his waves while staring at me with those serious eyes.
Cream had on white Levi’s that sagged just enough to show the band of his royal blue boxers, a crisp Polo shirt, and a pair of peanut-butter Timbs.
Lord have mercy! He was thuggishly handsome. He didn’t even look at me when he spoke.
“Go tell Christian to put his shoes on,” he told the girls calmly. “Grab your coats too. We going to the store to get stuff for princess cupcakes.”
Christina smirked at me like she had just won a court case and ran off with Angel right behind her.
My face twisted instantly.
“Oh hell nah.” I spat, rolling my eyes hard at Cream.
“Let me tell you something?—”
“Nah,” he cut in, voice low and dangerous. “Letmetell you something, Rellianah.” He stepped closer.
“Let that be the last time I catch you sipping liquor in the middle of the damn day. You trying to make me fuck you up?” He rolled his jaw then clenched it.
“We trying to have another baby and you still can’t put the bottle down.” He walked around the island until he was standing right in front of me.
His dominant ass tone was turning me on but I still had something to say. I planted my hands on my hips.
“Look,” I snapped. “I won’t be having another baby until you get control of these kids. Every time I tell them no, your soft ass turns around and say yes.”
His jaw clenched.
“Watch your mouth, Relli. I ain’t been a soft nigga a day in my life.” He warned.
“Oh you ain’t soft in the streets,” I shot back. “I’ll give you that. But these kids turning you into a soft bitch?—”
He grabbed my arm quick. I snatched away from him and walked around the island so I could keep talking. I was sick of him letting the kids play us against each other. We needed to be on the same accord no matter how small a situation was.
“I’m sick of this shit! Rules, rules, rules! I’m not one of your kids, Anthony. I’m your wife. My word stands in this house too.” I grated out.
“I’m the man of this house. What I say goes.” He shrugged.
I laughed dryly.
“I already do whatever the hell you say most of the time, nigga, so don’t start that bullshit with me. You know exactly where I’m going with what I’m trying to say.” I pointed in his direction. “Every time I tell Christina spoiled ass no, you turnaround and say yes. That’s why she think she don’t gotta listen to me.” I exhaled hard tired of having this same argument with him.
“She about to be four. I’m trying to fix that now before it gets worse. We supposed to be on the same page with this parenting shit.” I rubbed my temples.
“I know I was wrong for taking a sip of liqour. It won’t happen again. But this thing where you do whatever she say? That’s over. Today.” My chest was rising and falling fast.
“I shouldn’t feel like I’m walking on eggshells because my three-year-old snitching on me like you my damn daddy. I’m not having that.” I warned.
For a moment the kitchen went quiet, I braced myself for him to say some ignorant shit back to me. Instead Cream sighed roughly.
“Come here, baby.”
I rolled my eyes again, already knowing what he was doing and my weak ass still walked right over to him.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight against his chest, burying his face into the crook of my neck. His lips brushed my skin then he gently nibbled my ear.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You right. I hear you.”
