Page 58 of Smoke

The light in Romi’s bedroom was dimly lit, and I wondered if she was up. It was about eleven, and being that she was pregnant, she could very well be asleep. Pulling out my phone, I shot her a text.

Me: You up?

Ro Baby: Not you texting me at booty call hours with that line.

I chuckled.This woman was funny.

Me: It’s only booty call hours if you’re trying to give me some ass.

Ro Baby: That’s a negative, ghost rider. Yes, I’m up. Me and Juri wanted an ice cream sundae so I’m making us a snack.

Me: Don’t put your big back behavior on that baby.

Ro Baby: This baby is the reason my back is getting bigger. I was slim before I got pregnant again. I’m scared I won’t bounce back like I did with Korri.

Me: So what if you don’t? If I popped two kids outta my coochie, I wouldn’t look the same either. Full transparency, most men like women with meat on their bones. Them stretch marks will still get you ate the fuck up, baby. Fuck around and become a Twinkie or some shit.

Ro Baby: Lol. Why are you like this?

Me: I told you all I know how to be is me.

Ro Baby: Where are you, Mr. Dillinger?

Me: Sitting outside your house, Ms. Mitchell.

Three little dotsappeared then disappeared. I looked toward the house to see Romi peeking out the window. The next thing I knew, she opened the door and waved for me to come in. Shutting off the car, I climbed out and headed up the driveway. The door opened wider, and there stood Romi, wearing a crop top, pajama shorts, and fuzzy socks.

Her locs were pulled into a messy bun, showing off her fresh face, and her belly was round and on display. She looked so fucking beautiful.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as I stepped inside.

“I just wanted to make sure you were straight.”

“Well, I’m good. I’m sure the itis will kick in after this sundae, and we will be ready to lay it down.”

“I’m not gonna hold you, then.”

“Wait… do you wanna stay until I’m finished eating? I mean, you came all this way. I can at least keep you company for a little bit. I’ll even share my sundae with you.”

“I’m not big on sweets, love.”

“You haven’t had my sweets.”

She walked away, and I was glad because she didn’t need to see me adjusting my dick at the sound of her saying that. Of course, she was talking about the ice cream sundae. She probably didn’t even realize the sexual undertone of what she just said. She for damn sure had no idea the way I would devour that pussy if she gave me the okay.

I followed her into the kitchen where I found her perched on the countertop with the bowl sitting on her stomach. If that wasn’t the most pregnant shit I’d ever seen. She waved a spoon in my direction and beckoned me over. I chuckled to myself as I made my way to her and stood between her legs.

“You’ve gotta try a little bit of everything,” she said, gathering the sundae on the spoon.

The concoction didn’t look the least bit appetizing to me, but for her, I would try it.

“Open up,” she said, holding the spoon to my lips.

I’d never done no cutesy shit like have a woman feed me if it wasn’t her feeding me some pussy. Yet, here I was, opening my damn mouth for this ice cream. The shit was sweet as hell, and she had way too many toppings for my liking.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“That’s diabetes in a bowl. I’ma let you and Juri have that.”

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