Page 57 of Feeling Blue

The three men’s rowdy banter brought a smile to Forever’s face as she basked in the sun and her man’s presence. He hadn’t lied. She was indeed feeling Blue, and that wasn’t changing for anybody.

“Lawyer Barbie, you got that nigga talking for you now?”

“Listennnn,” she dragged slowly while watching Blue kiss her stomach. “I’m on this man bad, Auto. I’ma help y’all out, but I ain’t never coming up off him.”

“Awww,” Nova’s sweet voice could be heard in Auto’s background. “I know that’s right, Forever. Get in your man’s skin, girl.”

“You already know how I’m coming about bae, No.”

The way Blue blushed at her words gave Forever an indescribable feeling. His head had bowed some, and he was doing his best to hide the smile stretching his cheeks, but Forever’s hand on his face revealed it anyway. The moment he lifted his head and allowed her to look at him, his smile grew bigger.

“Welcome to the real housewives of Gangland, sis,” Nova squealed with glee. “Now get pregnant!”

“Aye, fuck all that woman shit y’all talking,” Auto interrupted in typical Auto fashion. “We talking business, we ain’t got time for that. Plus, I’m the only one that can call my wife No, Lawyer Barbie. So, find you a new nickname.”

Nova and Forever tittered, with Azerie chuckling as well.

“Y’all wild.”

“Nah, nigga, we family,” Auto corrected him.

“We cut up, but it’s all love on this side,” Blue joined their group call once again.

“Forever that, and Azerie, you already know you, my nigga, so that makes you family too. We got you, blood. She gon’ get your ass out.”

“We sure do. I’ll get back with my colleague Hope and see what’s going on. Once I get the okay, I’ll come see you and we can strategize, Azerie.”

“Thank you, Forever.”

“No problem, gang.”

Their call erupted with laughter at her proper sounding slang before she passed the phone back to Blue. He, Auto, and Azerie carried on for a little while longer before he was off the phone and back on her, where he belonged.

You think it’s time?

The warmth surrounding his body with the sun shining on his dark exterior was one of the best feelings he’d ever felt. The wind was blowing slightly, and the breeze felt cool on his damp skin. The sun was out and had been blazing brightly when they’d first taken their seat, but was finally lowering, and the atmosphere was becoming more tolerable. It was their last day in Dade before heading back to Atlanta, and Auto had taken Nova out on a date just so she could dress up and feel pretty.

Since being pregnant, she’d gained a lot of extra unwanted weight, and as much as he loved it, she hated it. Every morning when he had to help her out of bed, she complained about being the size of a whale, and with each step she took on her swollen ankles, he was reminded of how they’d disappeared behind all the fat and water weight. He didn’t even want to get started on how she tried hiding the stretch marks cascading across her belly whenever he removed her clothing for sex or a shower.

Pregnancy was hated tremendously by her, but all Auto could think about was getting her pregnant again as soon as her six weeks were up with their first one. Nova’s size had always been one of his favorite things about her, but for every pound she gained while carrying their baby, he loved her even more. The stretch marks she hated made his mouth water.

The extra jiggle in her ass and hips that had confined her to dresses, made his dick so hard that it hurt, and with the wayher breasts had grown and sat up in everything she wore, Auto didn’t know how she planned to feed their baby, because he had no plans of sharing them titties with anybody. Not even their newborn. If Nova never loved another thing about herself, Auto would do it for her.

“Stop staring at me, Auto.”

“Stop being so damn pretty all the time, and I will.”

“Auto…”

“What?” he got indignant because he knew she was about to be on some bullshit. “Say something stupid and piss me off, Moo.”

That baby ass smile on her face was why he was in love with her then. Her cheeks a little rounder than before, making her look like a moon. His moon… his sun… his fucking stars.

“Ain’t nobody finna piss you off. I just don’t know why you keep saying that.”

“Saying what? Telling my wife she’s the baddest bitch in the world? Because you fucking are, Nova. I don’t give a fuck if you think so or not. I do.” He grabbed her hand across the table. “You’re so pretty, Moo-Moo, I wish you knew.”

“I mean, I know I am, but I’m fat too. I may never lose this weight.”

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