I stayed right in his lap for a second, just lookin’ at him, feelin’ that shit settle in my chest, and then he looked at me a lil’ different.
“Now that I ain’t got shit hangin’ over me no more,” he said, reachin’ for his drink. “It’s time we do this right, and start plannin’ our weddin’.”
He kept goin’, talkin’ like he already had it mapped out. “Whatever you want… colors, setup, where you want it at… all that. That’s on you.”
I blinked at him, smilin’. “What you gon’ do then?”
He shrugged like it was obvious. “Pay for it… and show up to love on my wife.”
I laughed, shakin’ my head, but that shit right there had me feelin’ so damn good.
“Okay…” I muttered, leanin’ into him.
We ended up eatin’ after that, and just like always, he ain’t let me do too much of it myself. He fed me half the time, holdin’ the fork up while I leaned in, watchin’ me like he enjoyed every second of it.
After we ate and smoked, we ended up in the shower together, water runnin’ down over us while we kissed and touched and just stayed in that moment.
Later, we stepped out on the balcony.
The ocean stretched out in front of us again, brighter now with the waves movin’ slow, and I leaned against the railing while Kay’Lo stood behind me.
He lit another blunt and took a pull before passin’ it to me.
I brought it to my lips, inhalin’ slow while his hands came up and pushed my hair to the side.
His lips found my neck right after.
It was soft at first… then slower, then deeper, like he ain’t have nowhere else to be but right here on me.
I closed my eyes for a second while he wrapped his arms around me, pullin’ me back into him, his chest warm against my back.
We stood here like this, quiet, lookin’ out at everything in front of us.
And in this moment…
Port Laurent ain’t owe us a damn thing.
Trill-Land, ’LoLux Estate
While ‘Lo and Toni was on vacation, doin’ they thing, I decided to chill at they crib just to get a lil’ peace and quiet.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved bein’ at the crib with Pressure and the fam. That was home. That was where everything was. But, lately, that shit had been loud in a way I wasn’t used to.
Pressure had them kids runnin’ around that muthafucka like they was trainin’ for track, and them lil’ niggas ain’t know how to sit still for shit. Prestyn was everywhere at once, Kaylon right behind him, and Zurie moved around with that lil’ attitude like she already knew she ran shit whether anybody said it out loud or not.
I loved them kids real heavy though, I ain’t even gon’ lie about that. That was my blood, and I wasn’t never gon’ act likethey ain’t mean nothin’ to me. I just wasn’t built to be around that much energy all damn day. A nigga would wake up and somebody already yellin’, laughin’, cryin’ and feet hittin’ the hallway like they was racin’, and then you got Pressure and Pluto talkin’ back and forth about the kids, what they need, what got missed and what still gotta get handled. It wasn’t no toxic shit, but it was still a lot to sit in all day.
I used to catch myself watchin’ him sometimes, lowkey stuck on that shit.
This the same nigga that used to crash out over nothin’, the same nigga that would look at you and if he ain’t like how you looked back, it was a problem that had to get solved right then. Now he was over there helpin’ Zurie with school, packin’ lunches, fixin’ hair, gettin’ the boys dressed and movin’ in the mornin’ like that shit been part of him his whole life.
He stepped into that shit natural, like it was always in him, and I respected it more than I ever said. The way he took Zurie in like she was his without hesitation, without no weird energy, or treatin’ her different, that told a muthafucka everything they needed to know about his character. Most niggas wouldn’t even try some shit like that, but Pressure wasn’t most niggas.
Still, I needed a break from that shit.
So, I had been at ’Lo crib, laid up in one of the spare rooms, mindin’ my dam business and enjoyin’ the quiet. It was just a different type of silence over here.
Kelli had been here too, and me and him had been kickin’ it on some regular shit, talkin’, smokin’, laughin’ when we felt like it, then fallin’ back into our own lanes without it feelin’ forced. That was the type of energy I fucked with.
