“These are for you,” he said politely.
I looked up at Love, and that nigga looked way too proud of himself.
I laughed softly. “Thank you, baby.”
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if I should open my arms wide and hug him or walk away with the flowers and put them in water. I didn’t want to overstep or do too much, but Amir decided for me when he wrapped his arms around my waist.
My heart melted.
I hugged him back, and it took every bad thing I was thinking out of my body instantly.
“Okay now, you bout to make me cry all over your head.”
Amir laughed as he pulled away.
Love also laughed as he was undoing his watch and put his keys on the entryway table and his Glock in the drawer.
“That’s lil’ man, teaching him how he comes home when he’s been MIA for the day.”
I smirked as Amir looked around.
“It smells good in here,” he voiced.
“I was in the middle of cooking dinner.”
“For me?” Love asked.
I rolled my eyes. “No, nigga, for the neighbors.”
He grinned as he walked toward us. “Is it enough for everybody since I surprised you?”
I looked over at Amir before looking back at Love. “Of course,” I said to Love. “You will always get a plate from me,” I said, looking at Amir.
“See,” Love said, tapping Amir on the shoulder. “That’s one reason why I’m marrying her.”
I laughed as I walked over to the stove to check on the food.
“Go get changed, the food is almost ready.”
Love nodded, and before he disappeared up the hall, he walked over to me, wrapped me in his arms, and kissed me, leaving a smile on my face.
I turned my attention to the food when Amir came over and took a seat at the island, watching me closely.
“You really gonna be my stepmom?”
I nearly folded right there.
I smiled and looked him in his eyes. “Only if that’s okay with you.”
He nodded his head, just like his daddy. “Yeahh, it’s cool with me. My daddy really loves you, and I think you’re cool already.”
That sealed it for me. That lil’ boy was gonna have me wrapped around his finger.
By the time I started to plate our food, me and Amir were talking and laughing like I had known him all his life.
I was placing the food on the table with Amir following behind me, taking a seat, when I saw Love walking toward us in a wife-beater and some gray sweatpants, and caught us talking and laughing. The look on his face was soft as hell, the first time I saw his face this soft since he proposed to me, but he didn’t speak on it.
Dinner ended up feeling warm and easy, letting Amir carry the conversation. I could tell he was comfortable, just by the way he openly talked. He was smart, not just book smart either. He was aware.
