Page 89 of Senior

“Tell me you’re mine, OG.”

I cupped his chin and kissed his lips. “I’m yours, Big Papa.”

Deuce pretended to gag. “I think I just threw up in my mouth. Aye, man. Y’all gotta stop this cutesy shit. If you are gonna call him Stanley, you can’t call me it too. I’m gonna draw the line somewhere, mama.”

His father and I looked at each other then at him before we both said, “Shut up, Stanley!”

They say time flies when you’re having fun.

Ain’t that the truth? I’d been having so much fun having Steph back in my life that I didn’t realize how quickly four months had passed us by. Since Deuce found out about us and shit was out in the open, we’d been in a happy ass bliss. I don’t wanna say I was holding that woman hostage, but she hadn’t spent a night at her home since our first date.

Most of her shit had been moved in. She’d started making the place ours and not just mine. It started with her dragging me to the furniture store for a new mattress and bedroom furniture. She said even though she and Maddie weren’t beefing, she wasn’t gonna continue to sleep in a bed I’d had another woman in. That was fair because if the tables were turned and I was in her house, I would have done the same shit.

“You ready, my love?” I asked, slipping on my shades.

Today was one of those days where I took the kids to school and Steph was riding with me. She grabbed her shades from the entryway table and slipped them on. The woman had me over here doing old corny ass shit like wearing matching outfits to take these damn kids to school. I complained when she gave me this shirt this morning, but I put the shit on.

“I’m ready.”

Hand in hand, we left the house and headed for the passenger van. I helped her in and got in myself. Since Smoke had the most kids, everybody always met up at his house. Everybody met up over there and ate breakfast together before I scooped them up. I just knew my kids were about to talk that shit and I was prepared to let them have it.

“You know you’re setting us up for the okey doke, right?” I asked as I pulled up in front of the house.

“I can handle your kids,” she said, ruffling her curls.

She leaned over and pecked my lips before opening her door and hopping out. I sat there for a second, watching the slight jiggle of her ass in those leggings as she headed up to the front porch.

“Damn, I love that woman.”

I hopped out of the passenger van and followed behind her. I caught up and yanked her back against me, causing her to giggle.

“Stanley, we have to get these kids to school.”

“They will get there.” I turned her around in my arms. “Give me some suga.”

She rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I just gave you some suga and a little extra before we left the house.”

“And your point is? Give me those lips.”

She huffed, but cupped my face and kissed me slowly. I would be the first to admit that since she’d been back in my life, I’d become clingy as a muthafucka. I was bad about wanting to be in her skin before, but these days I had more time with her and was on her ass like a damn lovesick puppy.

The front door opened, causing us to free our lips. There stood Smoke with a frown on his face.

“There are children present and y’all out here kissing and groping on each other.”

“Devin please!” Steph said, mushing his head as she walked past him. “You would know all about groping on somebody. You can’t stay off poor Romi.”

Romi came around the corner with a grin on her face. She walked over and wrapped her arms around her husband.

“I’m not complaining, Mama Steph.”

“We know you ain’t,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I fully believe your short ass is the aggressor at times.”

The way her smile brightened told me I was right.

“Anyway!” she sang. “Are y’all hungry? The kids are finishing up breakfast, but there’s a little leftover.”

“We’re good.”