We talked for a few more minutes before Pril told her that she needed to use the bathroom. After Dr. Frog told her of course, Pril made sure that she asked me to help her.You fuckin’ right I’ll help.
Pregnant pussy wasthe devil’s wonderful work.“Fuck, Pril! I hope you’re ready to have another baby after this one.”
The bathroom that we chose to use in the office was a family bathroom. There was plenty of room for our fucking. She was comfortably bent forward over the very sturdy baby changer. There was more than enough disinfectant wipes to clean up after ourselves.
“I’ll have as many babies as you want me to. This feels so damn good. Just like that, baby. Don’t you damn stop,” Pril demanded.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. We found the perfect stroke speed for her to be comfortable and both of us be satisfied. Her pussy vices clamped down on my dick. I knew what that meant all too well. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
My dick had no say-so in the matter. It spit up in the most disrespectful way. I had to do more push-ups or something. Little by little this woman attacked my stamina one ass throwback at a time.
Knock. Knock. Knock.“Is everything alright in there? Do you need help?”
Oh shit.Pril cleared her voice. “No, sorry it’s taking so long. I just need a minute to pull myself together.”
Whoever it was at the door told her to let them know if she needed anything. We cleaned ourselves then the surfaces that we touched or leaned on. She took some eye drops out of her purse, then put them in her eyes. She grabbed my hand, then the door handle before she looked back at me. “Alright, I was crying and I needed you to console me in here. That’s the story. Got it?”
Chapter 10
Pril
Mr. & Mrs. Seasons . . .
I made it to my thirty-fifth week and my wedding day. So much happened in the last month. If you had told me that the love of my life would shoot the ex-love of my life, I would have told you that you were crazy. I probably would have looked at you crazy just for the mention that I had a new love of my life. There was a point in my life that I never thought I would be without Derrick. Now, I couldn’t imagine life if I were still with him and without Tafari.
The things that Derrick said to me the night he lost his life baffled me. They were the most ludicrous things that I ever heard. The fact that he could ever think I would do something as evil as to have an abortion then lie about it was too much. It was clear that he was drunk that night, but he must have been high as well.
After it happened, I knew that Tafari thought I blamed or resented him because he had to kill Derrick. The thing was that I didn’t. It was all in the fact that he had to kill him. Danika and I watched the cameras as the scene all unraveled. When Derrick pulled that gun out before Tafari arrived, I knew that it would be detrimental on his part. I just never imagined how much so.
The aftermath of Derrick’s acts affected many people. His mama was devastated, but apparently, she wasn’t surprised by his actions. At least she claimed she wasn’t after Nicole showed her the security tape. She told the police that he had been acting erratic and illogical since he saw me at the doctor’s office. She claimed she told him not to come to my studio that night, but he wanted to win me back. That was crazy as hell. Surprisingly, his mother let it be known that her son was deeply in love with me.
I was dumbfounded when the police told me that. I was befuddled when she went on the news to relay the same message. Chasity had a fit because it went against the narrative that she had put out. According to her, what Derrick said about me was true. When he came to confront me, I tricked my boyfriend into killing him. She talked a lot of shit until Nicole showed her the tape. She was quiet after that.
If I were her and heard the things that her husband said on that tape, I would have left town too. I knew all along that she wasn’t who he wanted deep down, but that had nothing to do with me. I didn’t want him anymore.
The day I met Tafari was one of the best days of my life. Today was added to that number as one of the best days. The next best day would be when our baby was born.
“By the power invested in me by the state of South Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may salute your bride,” the officiant said with a smile.
Our family and friends shouted their congratulations while Tafari and I passionately kissed each other. Today couldn’t have been any more perfect. Heaven and her team were everything that I never knew I needed. I felt not one ounce of stress.
If anything crazy happened today, I had no knowledge of it. I was pampered with my best friends, mama, and mama-in-law. There were times I forgot a wedding was supposed to happen because I was so relaxed.
Three days before the wedding, Femi Mercer herself came to make final alterations of my dress for today. Her keen eye for details when it came to her designs was almost unrealistic. When we met, she told me that she would do the final alterations three days prior and would also be onsite at the venue on the morning of the wedding to do any small adjustments. This was the service you received when she designed an original for you. For the price of her originals, I wouldn’t have expected any less. With that being said, it still was amazing.
“I love you so much, Mrs. Seasons,” Tafari mumbled against my lips. He pulled away, lowered his body, then kissed my belly. “I love you too, lil girl.”
The officiant waited until the crowd calmed slightly before speaking again. His smile was bright. “Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me great honor to introduce you to Mister and Mrs. Tafari Seasons.”
Lacie rushed forward and placed the decorative broom on the floor. Everyone counted down from three, then Tafari and I jumped over it. Well, it was more like a little hop for me, but yeah. We danced our way out to the song “Prototype” by Outkast.
We walked into our staging area that was set up just for us. Heaven did it once again. The room was set up like a suite with a private bedroom, living area, dining room, and kitchen. The staging area was amazing to say that it wasn’t our honeymoon suite. “Is that . . .”
When my head snapped in Tafari’s direction, he laughed. “Yes, it is love. I told Heaven that she had to have your Waffle House in the lineup.”
In the dining room, there was a small buffet of the food that would be served at the reception. Heaven said that it was important that we ate in private before the reception. All of our pictures were taken yesterday at my request. Heaven suggestedthat we still have a cocktail hour, so that we could relax. I appreciated her for that and for my scrambled eggs that were smothered, covered, and chunked with a side of bacon.
“God, I thank you! This day can’t get any better!” My arms were raised with thanks to God.
