Page 38 of I Found Love

“I can’t wait.” He growled lowly, kissing across my chest as he gripped my ass under the water. “Told you I been countin’ down the seconds and shit.”

“Me too.” I simpered.

We stayed there kissing for a minute before he pulled back and stood in the pool with me in his arms. He walked us to the edge where he put me down, turning me to face the ocean.

“What are you doing?” I smiled back at him.

“Told you I was eatin’ yo’ shit from behind in this bitch, then I’m gon’ fuck the shit out of you.” He descended onto his knees behind me since he was tall enough that half his body would stillbe out of the pool. “This our last time ‘til the wedding day, so I’m gon’ make sure you still feel me until then.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Sanchez.

“You ‘bout to cry already, nigga?” Trell whispered. “Damn we only rehearsin’.”

“Fuck you, G.” I tossed over my shoulder and laughed then turned my attention back to Nai and Kenya who was talking to the wedding planner about some shit a few feet away from us.

I wasn’t about to cry, but a nigga did have butterflies. Her and our daughter both were the most beautiful sight that a nigga had ever seen. Nai’s curly hair was all wild over her head because her mother washed it and just let it be after we got her back last night, while Kenya’s was covered in them pins and shit with a band around her head.

She did her own hair last night as well so that she ain’t have to worry about the shit today. She could just focus on everyone else’s. Some of the girls hair looked similar to hers, while the others were still waiting to get their shit laid.

“Yaya so fine man.” Bryson’s little bad ass stated, jarring me from my thoughts. “I ain’t even know it was a younger one. Baby fine as shit too.”

“Quit cursing, lil’ nigga.” I yanked his ass up. “And don’t call my girl fine unless you ready for the consequences that follow.” Iplayfully warned before lowering him to the ground again. “Naw, they don’t have no lil’ sisters and shit though.”

“Who is that then?” He pointed toward Kali, who’d just walked up to Kenya and was asking her some shit.”

I smirked because Rio was standing not too far from me looking hard as fuck at Bryson, so to fuck with him, I said, “hh, that’s my niece Kali.”

“Nigga, don’t even play with me like that.” Rio spat shoving my shoulder. “Get this lil’ nigga killed if you want to.”

“Damn, G, relax.” I laughed. “He asked me who it was.”

“Don’t worry about who the fuck she is, lil’ nigga. Take yo’ ass to yo’ mama or some shit.” He turned Bryson’s lil’ ass around and gave ‘em a light shove causing us all to laugh.

“Man, all y’all be playa hatin’. I’m gon’ get her before we go. Watch!” Bryson yelled before running off.

“You gon’ need a new ring bearer.” Rio griped. “I’m gon’ kill ‘em.”

“He just talkin’ shit.” I laughed. I knew how Rio was with his daughter, and hell I was just as protective of her.

“Yeah, aight.” Rio mumbled.

It took us like another hour to finish up the rehearsal then we all went to get some food at the seafood restaurant in the resort. A lot of our other friends and family flew in today for the ceremony tomorrow. It was so many of us I had the restaurant shut down so we could eat peacefully and enjoy each other’s company.

“Hold up, baby.” I laughed at my little girl who was going to lose her mind if she didn’t get more of the crab cake her mother had ordered as an appetizer.

Her little ass had been in full boss baby mode since her grandparents dropped her off to us last night. She got her way with a nigga on any given day, but she wasn’t lettin’ up withher little demands right now. She ain’t even want her own damn drink, she wanted to swallow my shit.

“Nairobi, slow down.” Her mother fussed, grabbing her little hands to clean them. “She doesn’t need anymore, baby. She’s not going to want to eat her own food when it comes.”

“You hear how her little ass is fussing in her own language.” I laughed.

“She’ll be okay,” she replied, grabbing her from the table in front of me and situating her in her lap. Baby girl ain’t fuss at fuckin’ all either. She was a little conniving, cute ass something because she would have for sure flipped the fuck out on me.

We all conversed and laughed together as we ate. I was glad that we made time to actually come and do this because I hadn’t seen some of my people on my pop’s side since I was a little General. I was able to catch up with all of them and show them that a nigga had legit made a one eighty.

I was able to meet some of my girl’s people too. The niggas called themselves trying to grill and interrogate a nigga, but they quickly learned I wasn’t the kind to fold and I damn sure wasn’t about to be explaining what the fuck my plans with her were. Not only were we already in this shit for life and had a baby, I only owed that to her pops. I had his blessing so that was good enough for me. The niggas were still cool though, nonetheless.

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