Page 94 of Honey's Special Roux

“It ain’t my fault you lookin’ good in this sundress.”

She shook her head. “As much as I would love to, I don’t want your seafood hands and mouth anywhere near my coochie until you’ve thoroughly washed both areas.”

I tossed my head back with laughter. “My dick wasn’t nowhere near the food.”

“My statement still stands.”

“A’ight, man. Whatever.” I pushed her playfully.

“Come on and let’s hurry up and get back. I need to dive into some more of those shrimps before they’re all gone.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

* * *

The party was going in full swing. After the seafood was cleaned up, the tables were spread out, and the speakers were turned up. The Kent and Hix families were having a blast. The shit made me smile. I was happy as hell to be up under my woman while our son played with his aunties. They were in a very intense game of freeze tag.

“I want another one,” I blurted out before I pressed my lips against the inside of her wrist.

“Another what? Crab cluster?”

“Another kid.”

Honey tossed her head back and laughed. The type of laugh niggas did when they were seated at a comedy show. She laughed so hard I was surprised her stomach didn’t start aching.

“What’s funny?” I asked with a frown.

“I’m not trying to have any other kids until I get my last name changed and a nice sized wedding ring put on my finger.”

“That can all be arranged.”

“Nasty.”

In the midst of my snarky response, Quis jogged over to me. He had run full speed and was gasping for air. I sat up straight and opened my arms. He climbed into my lap, and I rubbed his back until he could form a sentence without gasping for air.

“What’s up, kid?”

“Thank you,” he stated firmly.

“For what?”

Quis looked at Honey and smiled. “I don’t have to protect Mommy by myself anymore because we have you. Thank you!” He hugged me tight, and I wasn’t even going to lie. I shed a tear or two. I wiped my eyes and held him with the same power as he held me.

“You’re welcome. I want you to continue to feel that relief because I got you. Forever.”

“Like daddies are supposed to.”

“Exactly.” I kissed the top of his head.

“Quis! We’ve got the basketball out of the garage. Show me those new moves you were talking about,” Jenifer called out.

Quis grinned. “Okay, Daddy. I have to go play.”

Daddy.

My heart nearly burst from the pride I felt of finally upgrading from Mr. Marquise to Daddy. The shit was unexpected but gratefully appreciated.

“A’ight, buddy.” I set him on his feet before he took off toward his aunt.

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