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Orionlaughed too, and then he let me know he was just calling to check in on me because he hadn’t heard from me all day.Hesaid he would hit me later, let me know he loved me, and that was that.

AfterIwrapped up my conversation with him,Istood up from the bed and slipped my feet into myNikeslides.Mydo-rag was on my head, andIwas inJordanbasketball shorts that were hanging off my waist, exposing myPolobriefs asIwalked down the stairs to fuck with my baby.Lowkeyto monitor what the fuck she was doing with that food, though, becauseIdidn’t need her to kill me for real.

“Cutinto one of the chicken breasts.Letme see,”Iheard my sister say.

That’swhenIsaw thatBriahad the phone propped up on the kitchen counter, and she was on aFacetimecall withAlecia.

“Man, you cheating.Ifit’s good,Imafeel like my sister made it,”Icracked, walking into the kitchen and hittingBriahard as hell on her ass.

Mybaby hated whenIdid that shit, especially hitting her so hard.Shereached her hand back and pushed me.Iput her in a bear hug and looked down at my beautiful sister on the phone screen.

“Pee-Wee, go back to wherever the hell you were.I’mfinishing up this lesson withBri,”Aleciabitched.

“WhereHandsome?”Iasked my sister, ignoring everything she’d just said.

“DownstairswithTana.Letme see the chicken,Bri,”Aleciaresponded, putting her attention back onBria.

Imean, the barbeque chicken in the pan looked good.Thatmotha fucka smelled amazing too.Lowkeylooked like some shit my grandma or my mama would have thrown down on.Iwatched asBriaused the knife to cut through a piece of the chicken, and there was no pink, which meant that shit was fully cooked.Sheshowed it to my sister, who let her know it was ready.AsIstood behindBria, arms still wrapped around her,Icould see that she was smiling, happy that the chicken had come out good.

“Pee-Wee, taste it,”Aleciastated.

Briadipped the chicken into some of the barbecue sauce and put it to my lips.Iblew on it becauseIcould see the steam, and thenIopened my mouth.Moansescaped asIchewed because that shit tasted so fuckin’ good.

“Aight.Wecan get married now.Thatwas the only thingIhad to check off my list beforeIgave you a ring.Youcan cook.Let’shit up some wedding planners now,”Ijoked.Iwas about to put my hand on her pussy, butIremembered my sister was on the phone, soIchilled.

Alecialaughed at my comment and shook her head. “Youare such an asshole,” my sister let me know.

IkissedBriaon her cheek and sat at the island on one of the barstools.Sheshowed my sister how everything had come out, including the mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, and cornbread that she’d cooked too.Notgoing to lie, everything smelled good as fuck, so this might be the meal that would have me asking for seconds.Ihadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning, soIprayedBriadidn’t let a nigga down.

Sheeventually wrapped up her conversation with my sister, andIwatched as she moved around the kitchen.SwearIloved this fuckin’ girl.AlthoughImade jokes and shit about her cooking, her desire to learn because she knew a nigga loved to eat just had me loving her even more because she could have been content with me ordering food, cooking my own shit, or going to my mama, my grandma, or my sister’s house.Briahas bought cookbooks, and she was always online, looking at videos and shit.Shewould call up my mama, grandma, or sister in a second if she ever got stuck and needed help with a dish.Shitjust made me love her a whole lot more.

Ihad my phone in my hand, soIwent toInstagramand started recording a video of her as she took the cornbread out of the oven.

“Comehere, baby,”Icalled out, still recording.

Afterher shower, she’d changed into some tights and a tight-fitting white tee.I’mtelling you,Bria’sass was getting plump.Stilllittle as hell, butIcould start calling her slim/thick now because my baby was working with some junk, andIloved that shit.

“Pee-Wee, let me fix your food,” she responded, not even looking back at me.

“Ijust want a kiss, baby,”Ipleaded.

Thevideo was still recording, butIhad it propped up, but it was hands-free becauseIknew she would come.Briaeventually walked away from the food and made her way over to me.Bothof her arms went around my neck, and mine went for her hips.Ilifted her and sat her on the counter, and with that, we started kissing.Thatkiss was so fuckin’ good thatIhad to close my eyes.Briaeventually pulled away and hopped down from the counter.Ilaughed and grabbed the phone, stopping the video.

“See, that’s why your old fuck buddies hate me,” she sassed a nigga once she saw thatI’drecorded a video.

Iloved my girl so much thatIstayed posting shit like that, showing the whole fuckin’ world how in love and happyIwas.WheneverIposted intimate moments between us, our shit always went viral.Peoplewould be in the comments, screaming for us to make aYouTubeChanel, butIwasn’t a social media ass nigga like that.Ijust liked to post some gangsta shit every now and then to show that real niggas could be in love, too, and faithful to our women.

“So?Fuckthem hoes.Welocked in.I’llmarry you tomorrow if you let me,”Ilet her know after posting the video and tossing my phone on the counter.

“Pee-Wee, you’re talking crazy.Howmany pieces of chicken do you want?Andwhich piece?” she asked.

“Youreally don’t thinkIwould marry you?”Iasked, not even answering the questions about the chicken.

“Ibelieve you.Ijust don’t think it’ll happen soon,” she responded.

“Whyis that?Comehere.Standin front of me and look me in my eyes when you answer that.”Iwas dead ass serious.

“Pee-Wee, no, because you recording me,” she whined.

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