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JASAI:

Me too, my nigga. Me too.

It was about three in the morning when I finally made my way home to Xiyah. I really missed her ass, and I had no plans for the next few days but to spend time with her.

NINE

XIYAH

“Shit! Gobble that dick up, ma,” Hasan moaned as I slid his dick in and out of my mouth, letting it go as deep as it could.

As his hands palmed my head, I knew I was going to have to get my hair done again, but I wasn’t tripping about it. It was a necessary cost that came with making sure he was pleased and taken care of.

“Fuck, I’m about to nut! Where you want this shit?” he asked, gripping the sides of my face and speeding up the pace.

As he pumped in and out of my mouth, I relaxed my jaws and let him do his thing. Once the warm cum started to hit my tongue, I suctioned my jaws and made sure to pull out everything that he had left in him. After making sure I got every drop, I wiped my mouth and laid my head on his chest.

“Are you going to give me a baby now?” he asked, stroking my hair.

Laughing, I asked, “A baby? You don’t really think we’re ready for a baby, do you?”

“Hell yeah, we’re ready. Shit, we’re stuck together, and you’re going to be my wife. So, whether we start working on our family now or later, doesn’t matter to me. But I’m all for getting started now.”

I sat there for a few minutes, thinking about what he was saying as I played with a strand of my hair. I knew that I loved Hasan and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but sometimes I wondered if we were moving too fast.

I couldn’t ignore the fact that Hasan was heavily in the streets and had no plans of slowing down. While I knew that I loved him, I wasn’t sure if I could be the wife of the plug, let alone bring a baby into this world under those conditions. What would that mean for my life? What would that mean for the children that we would have? Those were things that I couldn’t ignore when I thought about spending the rest of my life with him.

But then, on the other hand, I honestly didn’t think that I could live without him. I tried for a few weeks and clearly failed miserably. It was a lot to think about. And while I was afraid of what could be with everything that he had going on, I also knew that at the end of the day, I couldn’t live without him. So, in a lot of ways, I guessed my decision was already made for me.

“You really want to marry me?”

“You already know that,” he said, kissing my forehead.

Looking up at him, I asked, “Then when are we getting married, huh? I need a ring to show people I’m a taken woman.”

“Say less. I’ll start looking tomorrow.”

“Just like that?” I asked, laughing.

“Yep, just like that.”

I didn’t say anything else. I knew that if he said he was going to do it, then that was exactly what he meant. I supposed it would be in my best interest to start thinking about what kind of wedding I wanted to have soon. I knew that with Oaklyn being my maid of honor, these hoes around Dallas were going to truly hate me now.

Walking into Red Lobster, I looked around for Oaklyn. I knew her ass was most likely somewhere stuffing biscuits in her mouth. I was already prepared to ask the waitress to bring me out my own basket of them. I didn’t want to share, and I knew her ass didn’t want to either. After about a minute of looking around, I noticed her ass ducked off in the back, eating biscuits as I guessed she would be doing.

“Damn, bitch, I guess you weren’t saving any for me, huh?” I asked, kissing her cheek before taking a seat across from her.

“Hell nah. I did tell the waitress to go ahead and bring you out a basket for yourself.”

Laughing, I picked up the menu. “And that’s why you’re forever going to be my bitch.”

“You already know. So, I have something to tell you, but I’m not supposed to. But you’re my main bitch so I can’t not tell you, but you have to act like I didn’t tell you.”

Looking over my menu, I met her wide eyes and knew she was up to something. “Girl, you’re being so damn dramatic. What is it?”

“Okay, Hasan had his annoying-ass little brother tell me that he wanted me to help him pick out a ring for you. So, you’re going to have to give me some direction for the style you want. I mean, I know what you wouldn’t like. But shit, if you’re going to get a ring, then it should be the ring of your dreams.”

“You’re right about that. I’ve actually already been looking. I’ll send you over what I like. And y’all can go from there. And I’ll act super surprised when he finally proposes. And make sure you help him plan that, too. I want something simple and small, but meaningful.”