Page 84 of Certified To Handle You 2

Tonight, I was in the section with Renza and Blaq, finally gettin’ a chance to sit down and enjoy a drink without thinkin’ about work for a few hours.

Between runnin’ my businesses, bein’ a husband, a father and takin’ care of my home, had a nigga movin’ nonstop, which was exactly why I planned this night in the first place.

Pressure was supposed to be here too, but he had cancelled on us again. At this point, I couldn’t even act surprised ‘cause it wasn’t the first time this nigga backed out lately.

Even though I missed my cousin and wanted us all together like old times, I wasn’t about to keep blowin’ his phone up askin’ questions. Whatever he had goin’ on was somethin’ he needed tofigure out, and when he was ready to talk, that nigga knew I was gon’ be right there.

The music was good, the drinks kept comin’ and Blaq had everybody around us laughin’ ‘cause he was tellin’ one of them stories that got wilder every time he opened his mouth. Renza wasn’t lettin’ him get away with nothin’, and every other sentence he was callin’ him a lyin’ ass nigga while I sat here grinnin’.

“Nigga, I swear yo’ ass makin’ this shit up as you go,” Renza laughed.

All three of us laughed, and right when Blaq started defendin’ himself again, my phone buzzed in my hand.

I glanced down, and the second I saw my wife’s name across the screen, I smiled before I even opened the message.

It was five attachments…

I tapped the first picture, and my eyebrows lifted almost immediately.

Toni was standin’ in front of our bedroom mirror wearin’ a red lace and leather set that looked so damn good against her skin, it almost pissed me off that she waited until I left the house to put it on.

That lil’ ass leather bra barely held them pretty ass titties, and the way they sat all full against that red had my mouth waterin’ already.

Her small waist had me shakin’ my head, but it was the way that lace wrapped around her hips and showed off that soft ass that had me bitin’ my lip. The panties hugged every curve, and when she turned sideways in one of the pictures, I could see just enough to know my wife was sittin’ at home playin’ in my face.

Her haircut framed her face so damn good that I had to bite my lip and shake my head again ‘cause Toni knew exactly what she was doin’. She wasn’t just sendin’ me pictures. She wasmakin’ sure a nigga couldn’t think about nothin’ else but gettin’ back home to her.

By the fifth picture, I had shifted in my seat ‘cause my wife knew exactly what she was doin’, and she also knew she had already made it hard for me to keep my mind on anything else.

I shook my head while a grin spread across my face.

Me: So you waited until I left the house to put all that on?

She answered almost before I could lock my phone.

My Fine Ass Wife: Maybe.

Another message came through.

My Fine Ass Wife: You would’ve never made it out the front door if I put it on sooner.

I laughed ‘cause she wasn’t lyin’.

Me: You right. I’d most definitely still be at the crib.

Three lil’ bubbles appeared again.

My Fine Ass Wife: I’m ovulatin’.

I read it once. Then I read it again, and another message came right behind it.

My Fine Ass Wife: I want more babies.

The smile on my face got even bigger.

There wasn’t a part of me that had to think about the answer ‘cause I had been wantin’ another baby just as much as she did, and My’Love was barely one.

Every time I watched her with our lil’ girl, I thanked God for givin’ me a woman who loved bein’ a wife just as much as she loved bein’ a mother. Buildin’ a family with Toni had become my favorite part of life, and if she was tellin’ me tonight was the night, then I already knew where I needed to be.