Page 50 of Going for Three

I couldn’t help but return his smile. The sun sank deeper and so did the hues of orange, purple, and pinks, painting the sky.

“You get me, too. That’s why we’re a perfect fit.”

He shook his head. “I still can’t believe you had my baby.”

“It was the greatest honor, and I’d do it again.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Damn, right. I got the best baby daddy in the history of baby daddies.”

We were inching closer with every retort, but his smirk was now a frown.

“I’m your husband. Put some respect on my position in your life.”

I grinned, loving to tease him. “You’re so right. I love being married to you.”

“I love being married to you, too, but I still want you to have your dream wedding.”

“Our… It’ll be our dream wedding.”

He shook his head. “Nah, I spoke correctly. My heart is in it, and that’s all I’ve truly wanted for myself. My dream will be fulfilled when you’re standing in front of me saying the words I do for everyone to see. You can have whatever wedding you want on me.”

His declaration made me misty-eyed. I sniffled, glancing at the last rays of the sun peeking over the horizon and felt complete.

“So, if I wanted flamingos, you’d foot that bill?”

“Without batting an eye, I’d pay for you to ride down the aisle on a fucking elephant. I don’t care what it is. If you want it, it’s yours.”

I attacked him by wrapping my arms around his neck. He laughed while hugging me back.

“I guess I will pick my camera back up. I have to vlog this.”

He tapped my nose after releasing me. “Atta girl. Besides, I want the world to see me loving you the way you deserve to be loved. I’ve been hidden long enough.”

Agreeing with everything he said, I pulled out my phone and went straight into Instagram. I recorded a video of us in selfie mode nearly melting when he kissed me on the neck. I didn’t even watch the replay. I just placed a heart emoji on the screen then posted it.

“Now the world knows that’s my dick.”

He nodded proudly. “Damn right, bae. This your everything. For life.”

I kissed away whatever he wanted to say next. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I didn’t need any convincing. This was God’s plan for me, and it was more than enough. Kinga pulled out his phone, deciding to record a video of his own.

“I got posted! It’s over for you niggas for real now. Stay out my girl inbox.”

I looked lovingly at him even after he placed the camera on me.

“It’s been over for them niggas,” I finally said.

He completely forgot about his phone as he attacked me. I couldn’t stop giggling while he rained kisses all over my cheeks. Finally, he lifted up on his forearm to hover above me.

“I’ll never stop loving you.”

His handsome face with the darkening sky above stole my breath.

“I’ll never stop loving you,” I replied with ease.

I moaned when he swiped a finger over my nipple. I was addicted to his hands on my body like it was crack.

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