Page 48 of I Found Love

“What’s up?”

“Fuck you got goin’ on, G?” I playfully frowned. “You look like a bitch.”

“Fuck you, bruh.” He laughed. “This shit good as fuck. You wanna taste it?”

“Man hell naw.” I snapped. “Fuck I look like drinkin’ out of that shit or after yo’ nasty ass?” I frowned and pointed to my girl. “She wanted to see it.”

He handed the coconut to Kenya and said, “You can have some if you want, baby.”

“Nigga…” I reached for him quickly but he dodged me. “Quit playin’, G.”

“Look babe.” Kenya turned the coconut toward me. “It has our name and wedding date on it.” She gushed. “I want one to keep.”

“You can’t keep that shit, baby.” I frowned. “Shit gon’ rot and be stank and shit.”

“Shut up.” She nudged me and handed Tiny’s fruity ass his drink back. “Thank you, Tiny.”

“Anything for you, love.”

He shot away quickly because he knew I was about to snatch his ass the fuck up for playing with me, and Kenya laughed.

“Maybe they can give me one they haven’t cut open.”

“Just take a picture, bae.” I suggested. “I don’t want no gnats or fruit flies in the crib.”

“We won’t have that.” She giggled. “You get on my nerves.”

“Come dance, Yaya.” Autumn and Sam approached. “Time to party.”

Sam grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor where the rest of her girls were and I did something that I rarely did – pulled my phone out to record her. I saw my girl in her element all the time, but I wanted to capture this moment because she had completely let go and was unapologetically having a good ass time. This would be one of the many videos that I went back and watched when I was missing her ass.

I eventually got up and joined them, minus the dancing because I was too gangsta, and had a good ass time. Jay Money played some of my old music and one of my new releases so it turned into a mini concert. Bryson, Trey and Deshaun’s little asses begged to perform, so I let them get on the mic and perform one of my songs.

Jay Money was on his toes and censored the music since we had other ears in the spot. I was sure that everyone in there had heard at least one of my songs and knew how a nigga talked, but I still ain’t want them to hear the shit where I cursed every word or was talkin’ about shit that was too inappropriate. Besides, the babies were in the spot too and I knew mine would for sure repeat some shit she heard.

The reception went on for a few more hours before Kenya and I finally called it quits because we had to head to the airport to catch our jet. We bid our farewells to everyone before going to her suite where we showered, bathed Nai and got her into pajamas, changed into comfortable clothes, then grabbed our shit and headed out to the airport.

My baby was knocked the fuck out by the time we made it to the jet, so as soon as we got in the air we put her little ass in the bed. She was a little whiny like she always was when we flew, so Kenya and I laid with her for a bit until we were sure that she was out for a while.

Afterward, we went to the small bar that was located on the jet and poured us up a drink then settled into one of the chairs with her in my lap. She held her hand out and admired her ring.

“This is so pretty, baby. I love it.” She beamed. “Did Frost do it?”

“Of course. Only nigga ever doin’ our shit.” I hugged her closer, kissing my neck.

“No, baby, let’s make a toast.” She pushed me away because I’d started to kiss and suck on her neck.

“We don’ made plenty of toasts, babe.”

“Not with just us.” She smiled. “Come on.”

“Aight, G.” I reached for my glass that was in the cup holder. “What we toastin’ to?”

“To you having the littest wife.” She grinned.

“And youreallybein’ in trouble now.” I smirked. “I been crazy ‘bout you, but now you got my last name, I’m murkin’ niggas for even breathin’ the same air as you.”

“Baby.” She laughed. “I have male clients.”

---