AMonth Later . . .
Things between Deshona and me have been easy and almost impossible to believe, given how well it’s been going. We have developed a routine where we take turns, each of us switching off who cooks dinner. I find that Deshona loves taking the easy road when it’s her turn to cook but whines if I try to match her energy the next day. For instance, for dinner last night, Deshona ‘made’ chicken wraps. But she used a rotisserie chicken she bought at the store, lettuce in a bag, and store-bought ranch dressing.
The only thing that took effort was chopping the tomatoes to put in it. Everything else was purchased and took no time to throw together. Meanwhile, she got me making homemade enchiladas with white sauce instead of red tonight. Like the lovesick fool I am, I didn’t give her any pushback. But it’s another sign of the hold she has on my heart.
I also prepare her morning coffee and wash her from head to toe in the shower. Although that’s more of a benefit to me than her, as I can’t seem to keep my eyes and hands off her. Deshona is the weakness I didn’t know Kaigood could provide. Big-ups to my new city!
“Alright, Mr. Winifred, you better stop.”
My head flies up from my laptop, and a deep grimace forms when I hear Deshona’s schoolgirl-like giggles. I tilt my head and look at her like she’s grown two heads since I fucked her against the shower wall this morning. The hole I stare into her must have penetrated her brain when her eyes connect with mine.
“Okay. Let me know if you need anything else. Have a good day,” Deshona says as she wraps up the call she’s on.
For countless seconds that become a minute, I simply stare without a word as I try to determine if my woman has been invaded by a gargoyle with no feelings. I turn my head from side to side as I inspect her features like she’s going to become the man fromMen in Black, who asks for a pound of sugar in his water.
“What?” Deshona’s face contorts, and I sigh heavily before words flow from my mouth.
“Does Winnie have a dick that makes you cum daily?”
Deshona’s eyes pinch, and her nose twists like she smells a pail of shitty diapers. “Huh? What are you talking about, Alijah?”
“You know what, never mind. You remember who I am. For a second, I thought Winnie was gonna have you begging my dick to stop murdering your pussy tonight. All is well, mama.”
I chuckle like Deshona just told a joke and return to work as if her humor with another man didn’t distract me from the project I should be focused on.
“Alijah.” Deshona says my name like she’s afraid of how I’m going to react or respond as my eyes leave my laptop and return to her.
“Yes, mama. You good?”
Deshona’s mouth opens and closes for a second before she starts mumbling, and all I hear before her words become lowis “I need to take my ass to church because pussy should never make a man crazy.”
Yours did and does, mama. Hook, line, and sinker, my ass is gone.
I return my focus to my task as Deshona clicks on the keys of her laptop like she has a score to settle with them. It doesn’t make me any never mind because hopefully she’ll think of my crazy before she giggles with the next mothafucka. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: The power of pussy will cause you to stuff it, eat it, or marry it. Deshona is gonna have my ass doing all three before all is said and done.
“I can’t believeI let you talk me into taking a day off and in the middle of the week at that. Most people do Fridays or Mondays off, but Wednesday, this is different,” Deshona says as we head to our destination.
I wanted to ease her back into my loving graces after my lapse in reality not long ago. I also don’t want her to get comfortable doing the same thing to me that she’s potentially done to the lames who foolishly let her get away. So, I put in for today off and had Deshona do the same. I’m on some discovery shit, so what Deshona doesn’t know is that she and I will be having a pamper day. For the first time ever, I’m gonna have a manicure and pedicure done. But before that, Deshona and I will have an hour-long couples massage.
“It’s about to be a great time and worth the eight hours of vacation time,” I say.
As I continue to drive to the location for today’s festivities, my mind races as I think about the different ways I’m pouring into this new relationship. In the past, I have moved to the beatof my lady’s drum. It’s crazy that I would provide whatever that woman asked but still feel like my needs weren’t being met. I’m a simple man who doesn’t need much. I’m whole and happy when my woman is.
The way to my heart is through reciprocation of my actions. Love is and should always be action. Love me through what you show me. Fucking is easy. But real love is steady, sure, and unapologetic. For me, love is being seen and heard when there’s a crowd of ten thousand people. It’s what I feel whenever I look, interact with, or hold Deshona in my arms.
I lose track of time as my mind continues its journey of wayward thoughts and how much I love the woman I’m currently with. I almost miss the building because I'm distracted, making a hard turn at the wheel.
“Oh shit!” Deshona screams as she grabs onto the handle above the passenger window.
“My bad, mama.”
It takes no time for me to park and exit the vehicle as an old track from Major echoes in my head. I open Deshona’s door and help her to her feet before I kiss her lips lightly.
“Mm. What was that for?” Her eyes flutter like bat wings as she stares up at me.
“Just want you to know that today and every day, I choose you.”
“Aw, bae. I love you.”
