Page 18 of I Found Love

“We haven’t done a song together in a while, and I don’t know.” She shrugged. “It just feels like you’re replacing me now that she’s here. I was your number one girl and?—”

“Let me stop yo’ ass right there.” I cut her off. “You ain’t never been my number one girl, fuck is you talkin’ about?” I frowned. “I’m engaged. My fiancée is myonlyfuckin’ girl, aight?”

“No, I know, I wasn’t meaning it like that.”

“I don’t give a fuck, G. I don’ told yo’ ass to be mindful of what you say and how you say it because I ain’t gon’ stop Kenya from whoopin’ yo’ ass if she tries.” I warned. “Secondly, don’t question me about shit I do, Coya. If I wanted yo’ ass on the song, I would have put you on the shit. Grey sing just like yo’ ass do, and I liked her voice for that specific song so that’s why she on the shit.”

“I understand.”

“What I need you to understand is that you ain’t gon’ be up here causin’ no fuckin’ commotion because you can’t speak to me or because you don’t like a decision I made. If you gon’ keep this shit the fuck up, let me know now and I can let yo’ ass go.”

“No, I won’t. I’m good. I promise.”

I glared at her ass a few more seconds before giving a firm nod then turning to leave. Her ass ain’t have one more mothafuckin’ time with me though. I was giving her the boot if she did even the smallest thing. I was over the shit and sick of her ass.

I checked in on the other artists that were recording since I was there before bouncing and going back to the crib with my baby. It was the last night for her to have only me at her beck and call, so I was gon’ go to the crib and spoil the shit out of her a little more then leave her mother to deal with the aftermath of the shit when she got back.

I almost took off running toward my girl with my arms spread wide like one of them hoes from the movies when I saw her fine ass descending the steps of the jet. A nigga had barely gotten any sleep at all since she’d been gone and last night I ain’t sleep a wink for real because she was coming back. A nigga really couldn’t wait to be up under her ass.

“Damn, nigga, she comin’.” Trell teased, nudging me and laughing.

“Fuck you, G.” I chuckled. “I missed my girl.”

“Me too.” Rio agreed. “But I’m more ready for her to get her fuckin’ kids.” He laughed. “Kali drove a nigga crazy with all her fuckin’ demands. I ain’t even realize how much my girl legit caters to our every needs before. Like she fuckin’ superwoman handling baby girl, the twins and me. Shit is exhausting as fuck.”

“Naw, for real.” I co-signed. “I couldn’t do that shit alone every day for real. I for sure have a new found respect for mothers, dead ass.”

As soon as she was close enough, I scooped her little ass up and kissed all over her pretty ass face. Whatever the fuck Trell and Rio were sayin’ faded because all that mattered was my girl.

“Baby,” she giggled.

“Missed the fuck outta you girl.” I mumbled in her neck.

“I missed you too.” She replied, pushing back some so that she could kiss me. “Did you bring Nairobi?”

I shook my head. “She still sleep, baby. Plus, I wanted you to top me off on the way to the crib.”

“You are so disgusting.” She laughed, pushing past me toward the car.

I grabbed the handle of her suitcase and took the shit to the car to put it away then let her inside before I dapped Rio and Trell up and hopped in my ride with Kenya.

We made small talk on the way home, mainly with her ass telling me how she was booking all of us a trip to Jamaica soon because she wanted to go back. She asked to stop and get breakfast before we got to the crib because she was going to be too tired to cook and wanted to give Big Ma a break, so I agreed.

At Rise and Dine we both got the Ultimate breakfast platter that consisted of bacon and sausage, grits, eggs, and toast. Big Ma was a light eater so we got her a biscuit and gravy, and for baby girl we got an order of hot cakes. She was greedy as shit so she was going to eat all three that came in the order.

“I was dead ass about you toppin’ me off.” I said as we journeyed to the crib.

“Sanchez, you can wait.” She laughed. “I’m going to take care of you, I promise. Let me wash the flight off of me and refuel with this food, then I got you.”

My hand found its way to her thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

“That sounds like you gon’ be able to handle some rounds.”

“I have to make up for three nights, don’t I?” She smiled.

“Girl, don’t make me wreck this mothafuckin’ car.” I jibed and she laughed.

“No head or pussy for you if you do.”

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