Three years later…
“What the fuck?” Raven dragged out, as she slowly entered our kitchen.
Sitting at the kitchen island, I smiled. “You finally up.”
As always, she’d gotten up and pulled herself together before leaving the room. I could smell the fresh soap emitting from her body. She’d brushed down her soft hair, and was rocking a thin robe over her short black nightie with splits on the sides that exposed her sharp hips.
Just looking at her, my dick rocked up, as the thin nightie clung to her perfectly rounded, pregnant belly. Her outie navel was more evident, as she was really beginning to show. Her swollen titties bounced with every step, reminding me of why I could never let her walk out of the bedroom most mornings without fucking first.
“Happy Valentine’s day, mommy!” Jhyrah cheered and clapped her hands. She was geeked up, while her brothers were sitting at the nook stuffing their faces.
“Thank you, baby. Oh, wow, Jahrein,” Raven gasped, as she glanced around the busy kitchen. “You really outdid yourself this time. Hello.” She waved at the workers who were milling around.
Smirking, I felt like the mission had been accomplished. I always went all-out for special occasions, and Valentine’s Day was no exception. With bigger money now, I could do whatever, and hadhired a top chef, and event planner. The kitchen was fully decorated with balloons, teddy bears, and roses galore. There were custom non-alcoholic mixed drinks, since my baby couldn’t drink. And the chef had whipped up waffles, chicken wings, shrimp and grits, veggie omelets, chocolate chip muffins, baked mac and cheese, greens, and fried lobster tails.
Basically, all the shit that Raven loved. Then of course, there were the shopping bags from Louie, Gucci, Chanel, and Fendi. Just so she could throw on, whenever the mood struck.
“Come sit down,” I urged.
Wearing a grin, she sauntered over, stepping right into my open arms. “Thank you,” she whispered, before kissing my lips.
Placing a hand on her stomach, I nodded. “You welcome.” I pulled her onto my lap, before placing a bouquet of flowers in her hands. “Here you go.”
“Aww,” she cooed, while glancing around. “Wait, why are there two more bouquets on the island?”
I licked my lips. “Cause I got three for mythreegirls.”
“Three?” She looked at me confusingly.
“Yeah. You. Jhyrah. And my baby in your stomach.”
Hearing that, her head fell back with laughter. “Boy…how the hell can she have flowers too?”
“Cause I can’t leave her out.”
“Aww,” she cooed, while her eyes watered. “You can be really sweet when you wanna be, you know that?”
“So you tell me.” I caressed her soft body.
“Muah.” She kissed my lips again.
Man, look, sometimes it was so hard to reach this girl that I ate moments like this up. She loved to play hard, and hold back. So, I’d go out of my way to makeher become putty in my hands. Then she’d tap into her ultra frilly, feminine self, and fuck me twice as good.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw my mama waltzing into the kitchen. Since we were all in the kitchen, I knew that she’d used the spare key I’d given her to let herself into the house.
“What’s up?” I spoke.
Raven glanced back. “Hey, Red.”
“Hey,” Red responded dryly, as she drug her feet across the floors. “Y’all haven’t heard from Ray-Ray, have you?”
“No.” Raven shook her head.
“I haven’t talked to him since yesterday.”
“Humph. Well, the muthafucka is missing in action,” Red grumbled, as she rapped her nails on the island.
