Page 49 of Daddy’s Favorite Girl

“Home,” I casually said.

I’d barely spent time here since Aniya got arrested because I had been up under Yara and staying at her place. I wanted to ask her to move in, but I was going slow, at her request. I figured two weeks was enough time. That was moving slow, right?

I quickly got out of the car and opened her door.

“What do you mean we’re home?”

“Come on. Let me show you.” I walked her up to the front door and opened it.

I hired Paris to decorate the house before Aniya was arrested. She’d done a great job and didn’t even know it was my home or that it would also be Yara’s.

The ceilings were high. There was a basement with a home theater and two levels with enough rooms and bathrooms for family to stay over . . . or for kids, if God blessed us.

Yara twirled around the center of the foyer when we walked in. “This is beautiful, Gino. This is your home? Is it the one you shared with Aniya?”

My face scrunched up. “You think I would disrespect you like that, fave?”

She giggled. “My bad. I was just asking.”

“It’s our home, crazy lady.”

She stopped looking around and touching the decor and gazed at me. “Our home?”

I nodded in excitement. “Yup. Surprise.”

“Gino . . .” She sighed, and I quickly scooped her up and carried her toward our living room.

“Don’t do that.”

She laughed. “Do what?”

“We was havin’ a good day. Don’t get to overthinking.” I sat down on the soft gray sectional with her on my lap.

“How can I not? I didn’t know you even liked me until a couple of weeks ago. Baby, you weren’t even divorced until a couple of weeks ago, and now you’re telling me this is our home?”

“Yeah. I had it built after I met you over a year ago.” I shrugged. I didn’t see what was so crazy about that. Her jaw dropped. “Better close that shit,” I warned.

She knew what was up because she snapped it closed again and grinned. “I genuinely don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

“Move in wit’ me. Love me,” I suggested.

Yara looked around the room and then frowned. “Who decorated this place?”

I laughed. “You jealous?”

She elbowed me. “Who was it?”

“Paris, actually. She ain’t know it was my home though.”

“It’s beautiful. Really. It’s everything I would have wanted in my dream home.”

“You ain’t even seen it all yet.”

“I can just tell.” Her eyes landed back on me. “What happened to taking things slow?”

My brows scrunched. “I am. I waited over two weeks.”

She snickered. “Gino . . . you know what? Fine. I’ll move in with you since it seems like we can’t go a night without each other anyway, but that means you have to wait at least a year to propose.”