Page 118 of Just Like Summer

“Two big ones and a bowl of fruit,” Cairo informed. “Nap time coming.”

“Mhmm. Don’t mention it though, he’s like you. Can’t stand being told what to do unless you talk to him nice. It’s crazy that I missed you so much and you literally left yourself behind,” she sarcastically huffed. “I’m never getting rid of you.”

“Never,” Cairo stated, motioning her to get on his back. “He went from splashing, to jumping, to being thrown in, to just floating.”

Kairo was in his floatie, eyes closed, face to the sun.

“I think this shit is crazy. We got a kid,” he said in amazement still.

“You sound like you want another one,” Kamilla’s tone softening, and her touch becoming tender again.

“How many you trying to give me?”

“Woah, slow down. Do you know how many pounds he was?” Kamilla quizzed. “And don’t fake like you don’t know. I know you were all up and through this house while I was passed out.”

“Touche,” he laughed. “Ten pounds, eleven ounces. Nineteen inches. Head full of hair. Yeah, I cried looking at that shit too. Fredo put that album together, all the photos and shit?”

“Yeah. He captured everything. He made sure I ate, paid for my hospital bill. Brought Cherayne down to help me with my postpartum. He stepped in and didn’t leave. He definitely made up for the time that passed where he wasn’t present,” she mused. “I guess in life even though things don’t go as planned, they happen on time. God knew I needed someone to carry me through that season. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have made it.”

“OG Fredo a great-grandpa is wild,” Cairo spoke, moving them closer to the sleeping toddler.

“You should see them together. Occasionally he has your boy in a drop top Cutlass riding through the 50s,” she said with a soft laugh. “They took care of us while you were away.”

“I see that you took care of them in return.”

“I couldn’t steal the moon alone,” she buzzed, kissing his cheek before getting off his back. “Let me get him in the bed. By the way, his room is for decoration. He will wake up and come in the bed and then wake up fussing about it.”

Kamilla scooped Kairo up with ease and took him inside the house. Not too far behind, he silently helped her get him into dry clothes and tucked under his covers and surrounded by pillows. They eased out the room, being sure he wouldn’t wake up. Kamilla tiptoed down the stairs and looked up toward the door for thirty seconds before Cairo snatched her up, tossed her over his shoulder and took her in the living room.

“No date. No lunch, just you taking off my bathing suit,” she teased, looking at the hunger in his eyes.

Cairo gruffly laughed, taking her bottoms off and then her top. “You know I like to eat before I eat or I’ll blow something up. I’m about to do all three. How long are these naps?”

“You got thirty minutes,” she moaned, back arching when his fingers pushed inside of her.

That flash of longing in her eyes fused into a lip bite and a hip roll. Kamilla’s hands reached up and pulled him down. Automatically his lips caught a nipple and she knocked his hand away while releasing him from his shorts.

“I have conditions,” she crooned in his ear.

“Tell me,” he grunted between suckles.

“Dick immediately after an argument. Don’t leave me alone to overthink.”

“Oh, you were bluffing,” he hissed at the feel of her tiny hands rotating around him. “Wanted your ass yanked up?”

“Yeah, right after I got that shit off my chest, you should’ve pinned me to that table. Do better next time.”

Cairo smiled devilishly, wrapping his arms around her legs and slamming into her. “You better not scream.”

Her mouth open, brows dipped; she looked him in the eyes while getting every inch mercilessly slammed into her. Cairo caught her lips, sloppily kissing her and slowing his stroke into a salaciously slow grind.

“I got conditions too. You listening?”

“Yesssss,” she moaned in his ear, nails digging in his back. “Whatever you want.”

He chuckled, nipping her chin. “Call the movers and let them niggas at work know daddy is home. You hear me?”

“Yes, baby I hear you. Ohhh shit. W-what else?” she moaned, grinding back.