Page 64 of Love Sanctioned

“We’ll get the dog. Can we just get you settled before we pick him up? That’s all I’m asking.”

I laughed at how serious he looked.

“Fine. I need to get dressed, because even though I’m not picking up my dog, I still need my laptop and my vehicle.”

“Aight.”

I headed upstairs to his bedroom when I heard his footsteps behind me. I definitely thought he’d stay downstairs, but boy was I wrong. While I walked through his bedroom getting dressed, he lay across the bed watching me and talking.

“Next doctor’s appointment, I wanna be there.”

“And you will. She’s your baby.” I knew it was early, but I believed in aggressive manifestation, which meant if I kept referring to the baby in my belly as a she, then she would be a she when she was born.

“Why do you keep saying she, Syn? Do you realize I’ll be behind bars if you give me a daughter? You want me behind bars?”

I laughed at his dramatics. “You’ve never been caught before, right? So why get sloppy when you have a daughter?”

He laughed. “Emotions, baby, emotions.”

I waved him off and continued pulling my jeans up.

“You need some help with that?”

I looked up from the jeans to see him staring at me with a look that let me know he wanted more than to help me with my jeans.

“I can manage. What I’d like is for you to tell me where my clothes are gonna fit if you have all tha⁠—”

“I got it, Syn. You act like I ain’t seen the inside of that fucking boutique you call a closet. I’ma get somebody out here next week. Now either come here and show me something or finish getting dressed before we don’t make it out of here.”

I didn’t even respond, I got my ass dressed then pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head. We were out of the door in thirty minutes. While he talked on the phone with who I assumed to be Killah, I checked my emails and responded to texts. I was a little backed up in the requests department, but it was nothing I couldn’t sit down and get through. One thing I was glad about was the fact that the second day I was at my mother’s house I set up an out of studio email, which automatically responded to anyone reaching out and let them know I was taking a moment and would be right back. Given that was almost three weeks ago, I had to get back on my shit, because not only had Patience hit me up, but so had Lue, one of my usuals. I had coins to make and a business to grow.

After Psy dropped me off, I did as I intended. I went up to my place and packed some items to wear and grabbed my laptop and planner. I was almost finished when my phone began to ring and Siri announced in my ear that it was Junnie calling.

“Hey, baby girl,” I greeted, walking through my place putting together yet another duffle.

“Don’t ‘hey baby girl’ me. Why am I just now speaking to you?”

“Because we got back last night and he just dropped me off at my condo with strict instructions to pack enough shit so I wouldn’t have to come here every day.”

She laughed. “Bossy, isn’t he?”

“Very.”

“Well, you’re stuck with him. No take backsies.” She laughed loudly.

“Definitely not giving him back. Where are you?”

She sighed into the phone, irritated. “At work. I started to call in but every time I take a day off they act like they can’t run this bank without me. People call me every fucking hour with what they consider to be a fucking emergency, but to me would be common sense,” she responded with irritation deep in her tone.

“I feel you.”

“But on another note, pizza and libations at your place tonight? I’ma need you to tell me about Saint Lucia minus the nasty parts.”

I giggled. “Sounds like a plan, except how about on the patio at Psy’s.”

She laughed. “Bitch, you actually thought I was talking about your condo. No, you’re married now and I’m pretty sure that nigga is all over you to move into his house.”

“That he is, you know your blood well. He was on me about moving this morning, not once considering how long I’ve lived here and how much space my closet takes up. Either way, he says he’ll handle it, so I guess he can do that.” I laughed as well.