“I’m always down with different,” I replied, gazing at her through half-closed lids.
“Then I have the perfect one for you to watch. I think you’ll like it.”
“What’s that?”
“The Manny.”
“What?” I balked, my eyes opening a little wider.
“Listen, it’s really good.”
“You’ve seen it already?”
“Just the previews and the first fifteen minutes, but I want to watch it with you.”
“All right, sweetness, put it on.”
I handed her the remote and let her do her thing while I refreshed our drinks. When I finished, I returned to the couch and handed her the wine she wanted, and I popped my beer top.
“Reach under the couch,” she declared.
“What?”
“Reach under the couch.”
I frowned, but I did as she instructed. There was a long rectangular white box wrapped in a bow. I carefully unwrapped the bow, removed the lid, and pulled back the white tissue paper.
“What’s this?” I asked as I grabbed the black material in the box.
“Not much, just a little something I wanted to get you.”
When I pulled the material completely out, I saw that it was a barber’s jacket with my name monogrammed on the front, and underneath my name was my shop’s name.
“Yo, this is dope, Baby.”
“Try it on,” she urged happily.
I did as she requested, and it was a perfect fit. “Come here, girl.” I pulled her into my arms, gripped her ass, and kissed her soft, plump lips. “Thank you, sweetness. You take good care of ya man. You know that?”
“I’m trying to,” she replied lightly.
“You’re doing a damn good job, ma. I appreciate all that you do for me. Them niggas gonna be jealous as hell.” I chuckled and shook my head.
She laughed and swatted my shoulder. “You’re a mess, Harlem.”
“Shiiid. They ain’t seen a mess until they see me wearing this jacket. Ain’t gon’ be able to tell me shit.”
She rolled her eyes and waited for me to remove the jacket and recline comfortably on the couch before she reclined between my legs.
I kissed her temple and the shell of her ear and then tweaked her nipple. “My baby gives me gifts, and she’s fine as hell. What am I gonna do with you?”
“Watch this movie.”
“I’on know. I can think of better things to do than that.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“I was thinking we could create our own movie.”
