“I could, I actually could.”
Love pulled away from me and took my hand, walking me back to the car.
We headed back to the city and went to get Amir from ball practice. We got there a lil’ before it was done and went inside to watch him.
We were only sitting down with the other parent for a few minutes before Love was on the court taking shots with Amir.
I love the smile Love had on his face. It felt like since we got together, he had been smiling more and more.
By the time we got home, I was actually tired, but in a good way. Love went upstairs with Amir and made sure he got in the shower, then went down to his office to finish up his work while I hopped in the kitchen and cooked dinner.
I made some chicken Alfredo with some broccoli and garlic bread. Once it was all done, I made everybody plates, set them on the table, then called everyone up to eat.
Love came running up the steps while I heard Amir coming from upstairs, both getting to the table at the same time.
“This looks good as hell,” Love said, scratching his head.
“Yeah, and it smells so good, Islah,” Amir said as he sat down.
I smiled at my men.
“Come on, let’s eat.”
We sat around the table as normal, letting Amir lead the conversation as we talked back and laughed at all the crazy random shit that boy would bring up.
They both finished their plates fast and got up for a second plate around the same time.
“You okay?” Love asked.
“Yeah baby,” I am more than okay. “I said, leaving my thoughts to myself.”
After I was done eating, Love and Amir cleaned the kitchen up for me, putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and the lil’ bit of leftovers in the fridge.
I finally made it up to our room and took a long, hot shower, letting the water massage my back. I felt so relaxed when I was done. I took my time to oil my body, do my skincare routine, and when I came outta the bathroom, ready to lay in bed and watch a movie, I found Love sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hey mamas, you can oil my scalp?” he asked, still scratching his shit.
I smiled, walked back into the bathroom, grabbed some things, and walked back out and walked over to him.
“No, I can’t. I can do more,” I responded.
I took Love by his hand and he let me led him downstairs with my tote bag in my hand. We went to the living room, I sat down, threw one of the couch pillows on the floor, and opened my legs. Love smiled big as fuck.
“Mamas… you know Amir upstairs?” he voiced.
“Nigga!” I said, laughing. “I’ma do your hair.”
We laughed together as he sat down. He found a movie for us to watch while I started to unbraid his hair and detangle it.
Once I was done, we walked into the kitchen. Love put some R&B music on the Alexa, and we danced. I had my head laying against Love’s chest, listening to him hum along to the song that was playin’ when I looked up at him.
“Thank you…”
He looked at me, confused. “Thank me for what?”
“Thank you for showing me what real love is.”
Love pushed me back against him, holding me tighter.
