Page 19 of Christmas Luvin

Thatlook had me cracking up.

“I’ma gangsta, baby.Gangstasdon’t take pictures withSanta.Youcan go up there, though, and tell the nigga everything you want.Imastand right there, soIcan hear because you still haven’t told me what you want yet.Yougon’ be pissed when all you wake up to is someBath&BodyWorkscandles,” he revealed.

“Iwouldn’t be.It’sthe thought that counts,”Isaid asIdumped the weed into the wrap.

“Bullshit.Anywoman who says they satisfied with just someBath&Bodyworkscandles from their nigga onChristmasis fuckin’ lying,” he shot, andIrolled my eyes at him.

“Well, since we’re on the topic, what do you want?Ialready got you a few things, butIcan always add more stuff,”Ilet him know.

“I’mnot telling you, shorty.Thisis our firstChristmastogether.Let’ssee how well you know me and if you know my taste,” he responded.

“Ifthat’s the case,Ijust need to put aChristmasbow on myself.I’myour taste,”Ijoked.

“Nah.Nah.Nah.Weain’t doing that.Pussyain’t a gift.Myshit better be tangible.SomethingIcan open and run around the house with that motha fucka, showing people whatIgot.Theonly way your pussy will be a tangible gift is if, comeChristmasmorning, you put a positive pregnancy test in my hands,” he exclaimed.

“Hereyou go,”Iwhined once he got back on that baby talk with me.

Allhe could do was laugh.

“Crazything is,Bri, we only got a few more weeks left in the year.Imore than likely won’t get that positive pregnancy test this year, butIalready know that next year is my time to shine.Youso close to getting knocked up thatIcan literally smell that shit.Milkwill be leaking out your titties soon,” he said and grabbed my breast.

Now,Itried so hard not to laugh at the last part of his statement, butIdid anyway before reaching over and playfully mushing him.

“Whydo you say stuff like that?”Iwanted to know.

“BecauseIknow you like whenIlet crazy shit come out of my mouth.Ourbaby gotta be a vegetarian like you?I’mtrying to order happy meals with chicken nuggets and fries in it for my daughter.”Hewas on ten with the stuff he said.

“Iwouldn’t force that on our kids.Personalreasons drove me to become a vegetarian,”Itold him, and he nodded.

“Aight, so when we be in the living room with our chicken nuggets and fries, stay your ass out.Younot going to be invited to the party.Onlyme andPrincess,” he let me know.

Ismiled at his words because there wasn’t even a baby growing in my uterus yet, butIcould see it in his eyes that he loved the baby already, who wasn’t even here.Iwas going to mess around and give this man a baby.JustlikePee-Weesaid,Icould smell it.Ijust had this feeling in my gut that at next year’sChristmas, he andIwere going to have a little mini-me sitting in the backseat who we would take with us to theChristmascarnival.God,Ireally was going to have milk leaking out of my titties soon.

“Whocar is this in the driveway?”Insaneasked from the passenger seat of my whip asIpulled up to my house.

Ihad just gotten back from running fuckin’ errands for my sister.Shehad me doing shit for her likeIwas her damn assistant.AleciaknewIwould never tell her ass no, so when she asked me to help her out with some last-minute shit for herChristmasfood drive that she’d been putting on with her law firm for the past six years, she knewIwasn’t going to say no.Youknow my slick ass mouth asked her where her husband was and why he couldn’t do it, and that’s when she reminded me thatMontanawas out inHoustonhandling some business, and he wouldn’t be in until late tonight.

WhenAleciahit me,Iwas already withInsane, soIdragged this nigga along with me to run her errands.First, she had us atSam’s,getting a bunch of to-go plates, napkins, plasticware, and all the sodas and shit.Then, she had us go to this bakery to pick up some of the cakes and cupcakes that she’d ordered for tomorrow.Hadthe fuckin’ nerve to keep calling me, too, making sureIhadn’t forgotten anything.Oncewe had everything,SaneandIpulled up on her at home and put all the stuff in her garage.

Ihad to snap on her ass so bad whenIgot over there because my sister was five months pregnant, andIfelt like her ass be doing too much.Shewas in the house with the baby by herself, cooking some of the food for the event tomorrow, and she had her laptop open and was working too.Iknew women were capable of doing it all, butIfelt like they didn’t need to.Theycould take a break, especially when they were pregnant.

Iended up chilling over there for a little while, bathing my nephew, giving him a bottle, and even putting him to sleep to take the load off my sister, although she kept screaming that she got it.Insanedidn’t care that he had to chill at my sister’s crib because his hungry ass was in the kitchen with her, taste testing everything she made.

Nowit was almost nine at night, and we were pulling back up to my crib.Insane’scar was already there because he met me at home this evening, left his car, and had been running the streets with me.

“That’sCarmen’srental.Shejust got here yesterday.Sheleaving out in the morning, though,”Ilet him know.

“Whyshe always coming toMiami?Sheabout to move down here or something?”Saneasked.

“Ay, don’t bring this shit up when we get in the house, but personally,Ifeel likeCarmenis going through some deep shit inAtlantawith her baby daddy.IlikeCarmen.That’smy dawg right there.Ilike when she comes over because don’t nobody make my long island like her.Idone walked in on a few conversations between her andBria, where she be venting about her baby daddy.Itry to stay out of her business and shit, but it’s been a couple of timesIhad to tellCarmenthatI’llput hands on that nigga if she wants me to.Sane,Ican see the look in her eyes like she wants me to fuck the nigga up, but she steadily telling me no.See,Briathinks thatCarmenbe flying down here to just chill out and catch a vibe.Nah, that ain’t what it is.Carmenclings toBria.Theylove each other, andIfeel likeCarmencomes here to escape whatever shit she got going on inAtlanta,”Itold him.

“Damn.Ifeel bad becauseI’malways fuckin’ with her whenIsee her,” he said. “Don’tshe got a daughter?Whereher daughter be when she comes down?”Insaneasked.

“ShetoldBriathat she either be with her moms or her pops.Shebartends, so a couple of times she came down, she went to the clubs, applied for some bartending positions, and checked out some apartments.Ibelieve her when she says she’s going to move down here, though.Thatclub life here inMiamiis just as lit as it is inAtlanta, so she can make good money here doing that shit.ShetoldBriathat she wants her own business where she bartends at big events and parties.Shegood with how she can fix a drink.Ifeel like she gon’ be good, but if she’s going through some shit at home, she needa say something.YouknowIjust get real overprotective when it comes to women because of that shitBriawent through in thatUber.Womengon’ always be my soft spot,”Ivented.

Insanenodded, agreeing with me, and then the two of us got out of the car, andIused my key to let us into the house.Wemade it to the kitchen, whereIknew the two of them would be, andIrubbed my hands together likeBirdmanwhenIsawCarmenmaking drinks.

“Hey,Sane.Hi, baby,”Briacooed, sitting at the island.

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