I wasn’t thinking about the guest list.
I wasn’t thinking about table seating.
I wasn’t thinking about the other lil’ things I needed to do.
I was just enjoying my family.
We went to Marcel. The hostess recognized Love, and we were led to the table.
I ordered some lemonade with Amir, while Love got a Henny and Coke and just smiled at me. I didn’t react to it.
After Amir ordered appetizers, Love ordered our food so we wouldn’t have a long wait.
After the waitress was gone, Amir started talking and telling us where he thought we should go for our honeymoon, trying to convince us to take him with us.
Love kept acting like he wasn’t listening, but every time Amir brought something up, Love had a hard time not reacting to it.
Watching them together always did something to me because neither one of them realized how much they looked alike.
Not just physically. But the way they talk, the way they carried themselves, and their lil’ attitudes they both had.
It was like watching the same person at two different stages of life.
Once we got our food, that boy went quiet and dug into his food, giving me and Love time to talk.
“I see you got juice,” he said through bites of food.
I smirked and looked around. “Because I drunk with the girls earlier.”
Love nodded his head. “I hear you...”
He gave me a look, but didn’t speak on it anymore.
I finished what I could eat while Love kept giving me looks while talking to Amir.
He got us some to-go boxes while getting the check, then leaned over and whispered in my ear.
“Are you okay?”
I sighed. “I’m just tired,” I said low.
“I’ma rub your body once we get home.”
I smirked and nodded.
Once we got home, I hugged Amir and went straight to the room. After Love made, put the food up, and made sure Amir was okay, he came into the room and shut the door behind him.
He went into the bathroom. I could hear the tub running, and he walked back out to me.
“Come here, my mamas, let a real nigga take care of you.”
Love took my clothes off me, gave deep kisses as he held my body close to him. He walked me backward into the bathroom and had the bathtub ready for me with bubbles, rose petals, and light-up candles.
I backed up from him.
“When the fuck did you do all of this?” I asked, knowing I didn’t see none of that shit in his hands.
He laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing me toward the tub.
