Page 183 of Are You Going to Love Me

“What else am I supposed to do with it?”

“Spend it on you. I got the house, the baby shit, whatever else you need.”

“Mm, being that your DNA is living inside of me, you’re a part of me, and I’ll spend this money how I want. But I hear you.”

“Good ‘cause you fucked the strength out of me.”

Maximus patted over to the nightstand. “Breakfast and clothes in that order, we’re not leaving until we got to go to sound check.”

It’d been four weeks since Maximus started his tour. He left her with a dog who wouldn’t let her out of his sight. Security around the clock and a personal chef all ensured that Maximus’ absence wasn’t too hard to adjust to. He made it a point to talk to her three times a day, and he even flew in for a thirty-minute checkup. They found out the gender, got in a much-needed quickie, went to lunch, and Eden dropped him back off at the airport in a tearful departure.

Now that filming was on a two week break, she was going to fly in and pop up on him. Offer him some emotional relief. While Maximus slept on and off in the room, she perused the looks the stylist had delivered only moments ago. The balloons still hung under the ceiling. Racks of clothes and shoes lined the bare wall of the living room.

“Tonight’s look let’s do the camo cargos, that black top, and the bucket hat. He has a club appearance tonight?”

“Yeah, VIP after party,” the stylist shared.

“Where’s that Trae Way jersey and black jeans?”

“What about you?” the stylist questioned.

Before Eden could answer, Maximus rubbed. “After the concert? Sweats. She’s coming back here to rest.”

Eden frowned. “Didn’t you ask me to stay?”

“I did, but that club tonight ain’t like the Beat Factory. Ain’t doing it, E.”

The stylist rumbled. “The man has spoken.”

“He has. Since you’re calling all the shots,Trae Way,come pick out these shoes,” Eden replied, grabbing her water and sitting down.

“You got your clothes?” Maximus quizzed.

Eden yawned and pointed to her rack. “Thank you.”

“Mm, all that yawning. I told you to stay in bed.”

“Things needed to be done, babe, and I gave Staysha the morning off.”

Maximus chose his shoes, walked the stylist out, and moved to the couch to pull Eden into his lap. Tiredly, she muttered, “How much time do I have to lay here?”

“Three more hours,” he shared, kissing her face.

“I’m going to take every second of it. This baby does not like being flipped and folded.”

“Little bean needs to know that’s how it got in there.”

“Mmhmm. Tell me how the show is going to run tonight.”

“Mannn, that shit is going to be huge. And Trio G. Stick close to Brody tonight, you know how these niggas in GH get down,” he spoke, pulling her toward the bed. “You need to eat before I put your leg over me?”

“I ate twice already. I can eat again when I get up.”

Carrying her back to the room, Maximus removed his shirt and sweats and then removed her oversized t-shirt and baggy sweats. “Give me that leg.”

“Don’t forget to read your affirmations before you go, she hummed, cuddling into him.

“Three hours, so when I wake up, I’m eating you, then going to feed you.”

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