Peaceful.
Content.
Hopeful.
For once in her life, things seem to be looking for the better. She loves it because she deserves a man who wants her to cover up her goodies, who checks other men who gawk at her, and who’s willing to kill for her. Yes, she deserves all of this, especially him.
“I thought you wanted to swim,” he says.
“I did, but right now, this is perfect.”
“It damn sho’ is,” he agrees before kissing the side of her neck.
After spending a little over an hour at the beach, Sunjiya and Akeem return to the room, shower together, lounge for a moment in bed, then leave to pick up dinner. Sunjiya finds a nice seafood restaurant about fifteen minutes from Aunt Pri,KrazyFish Grille, and orders two day catch seafood baskets for her and Aunt Pri and a grouper sandwich and fries for Akeem.
They pull into Aunt Pri’s driveway right before their scheduled time, and like earlier, she stands in the doorframe when they walk toward the house. After pulling Sunjiya in for another long hug, Aunt Pri apologetically looks into her eyes then sighs.
“I tried to call the hotel but I didn’t know what name the room was in,” Aunt Pri says.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t find it. The box isn’t here at the house. I’ve been looking since I got home. It must be in storage but it’s close. I’m so sorry,” she cries. Her face is flush from practically tearing her home up looking for the small box of Tanjaya’s correspondences and she’s disappointed at her failure.
“What time do they open tomorrow?” Akeem asks calmly, hiding his obvious disappointment.
“Nine but I have a morning assignment. From there, I’ll go straight to the storage unit. You can meet me at noon. I’ll give you the address. Again, I’m so sorry. You came all this way for nothing.”
“Not nothing. Did you eat dinner?” Sunjiya asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer. She doesn’t need one. “No, because we were bringing it. We can still eat and talk.”
Aunt Pri’s worried look morphs into a smile and she says, “Yes, we can. I’m definitely hungry. Come in,” she says.
The three of them walk into her kitchen and Akeem places the food bags on the island. He excuses himself to the bathroom while Sunjiya removes the food containers from the bags.
“KrazyFish,” Aunt Pri gushes. “I love their food and drinks. If you got their coconut shrimp, I’m going to kiss you. You know that’s my favorite,” she says. Even hours later, Aunt Pri is convinced Sunjiya is actually Tanjaya. Not once when she hadTanjaya did the state ever mention a twin. Plus, she knows her baby and this beauty standing next to her is her baby.If this is what she needs, I’ll go along with it,she thinks as she hugs her from the side.
“I got the oyster and coconut shrimp baskets. Lucky guess.” Sunjiya shrugs. “I figured we can share.”
“Mmhm,” Pri replies. “And what did you get that big ol’ man? He can eat,” she comments and Sunjiya smiles.
“He can but he got the grouper sandwich. It looks big,” Sunjiya says as she examines his box.
“If it’s not enough, I have more Crab Shala.” When Akeem rejoins them in the kitchen, Aunt Pri is standing at the island and Sunjiya’s at the table but hasn’t started eating. They are waiting on him. “Water or some of my tea?” Aunt Pri asks.
“Tea is fine, ma’am,” he says and she simpers, loving his manners.
After grabbing the pitcher from the kitchen, Aunt Pri joins them at the table. Akeem blesses the food and they eat. As with lunch earlier, Aunt Pri makes small talk and tries to extend her time with them as much as she can. She’s missed her baby and wants to soak up every minute with her. It’s almost ten when they finally leave.
Chapter
Twelve
“You don’t have a durag?”Sunjiya asks while padding her fingers across the waves at the top of his head.
Sunjiya’s comfortably laying across the bed and Akeem’s resting on her beautiful, naked body, his head across her stomach, both relaxed and satiated. After leaving Aunt Pri’s, they returned to the room and showered, then he laid her on this bed and blessed her body until she had two massive orgasms. Neither could move from this spot. He is right where she wants him.
“A durag? For what?” he asks.
“For these. Your waves. You don’t tie them down?”
