"Okay, Big Chosyn," River smacked, then flashed me a quick look.
Catching it, I grabbed my phone and opened Wolfe's text thread.
Me
Come to the basement.
Chosyn talking big shit.
Wolfe
Give me a minute.
I winked at River, letting her know Wolfe was on his way.
"See, the key to keeping your man in line is making sure he loves you more than you love him. That way, he knows he's gotta keep the same energy it took to get you, to keep you," Chosyn continued.
"Oh, so Wolfe loves you more than you love him?" River snickered.
"Yup, and he knows it. I'm big momma in this bitch. My nigga gon' always do the most 'bout me while I sit back and?—"
"Fuck you in here lying for, Chosyn?" At the gravel of Wolfe's voice, Chosyn froze.
"I… I… I?—"
"You what?" he quizzed, coming further into the basement. Pulling Chosyn from the couch, Wolfe flopped in her spot and then sat her on his lap. "Stop actin' like I didn't have yo' ass singing 'Dangerously in Love' this morning while I ate you for breakfast."
"Wolfe!" Chosyn smacked his chest, then buried her face there, trying to hide the blush that flared in her cheeks.
"Damn Chosyn, he had you singing off the strength of head." River laughed.
"Okay, this is too much for my ears," I chided.
"You didn't have to tell them that," Chosyn added.
"I'ma always do the most 'bout you. Say the most when it comes to you. I don't love quietly when it comes to you. You're my heart. If some happens to you, I'ma be down bad… shit, probably worse than how these niggas be off that fent."
"And that's why I love you," Chosyn cooed, nuzzling her nose against his.
"Nah, that's why you got shit fucked up. Just 'cause I love you loudly and put niggas in the dirt behind you doesn't mean you can play on my top. Relationships aren't about who loves who more. Can't even say relationship when speaking on us 'cause we're fucking married. Our love is harmony. You move how I move and vice versa. There's no such thing asmorebetween us. We're equals in this. The only time someone can love the other more is if I'm saying it to you."
"What's the difference between you saying it and me?" Chosyn frowned.
"You're saying it to boast like I won't leave you where I found you. I'll be a single father out here, and you'll be cool to do whatever."
"Wolfie," Chosyn whined the second he gripped her jaw. He wasn't even squeezing, but just from him touching her in that way, Chosyn folded.
"Nah, don't Wolfie me! You talk big shit like I'm some lame ass nigga that's gon' tolerate that shit. You wanna be out in these streets, my heart? Let me know, and I'll renounce you of that last name and find a nice wholesome church hoe to be Nix's momma."
"You think I'ma just let some other bitch play wife and mother to mine? Don't play with me, Wolfe. You're not the only one to put belt to ass. I set fire to hoes for the thrill of it," Chosyn reminded him, evening out her tone.
"Fuck it. Meet me where them flames be, baby." Wolfe laughed, then kissed her lips.
The two fell into a rhythm almost too intimate to witness. Their kiss wasn't raunchy or messy. It was tender, unhurried, like watching two people fall in love for the first time.
"Okay, where the hell is my man? I wanna do cute shit too. Crown!" River yelled, and within seconds, his big goofy ass was walking into the basement with Phoenix in his arms, but her face was buried in his chest.
"What you need, Four? You hungry?"
