Page 73 of Sunday

When we arrived on the rooftop deck, I pulled her into my arms.

“I love you so much, girl. I was a damn fool to not open my heart to you from the start.”

She shrugged. “I wasn’t worrying about it. I knew that I’d work my way inside of there eventually.”

“To be honest, you did that shit from the beginning. I was the one in denial, and when I finally admitted it to myself, I wasn’t ready to tell you yet.”

I kissed her lips softly, and she moaned before she deepened the kiss. Her tongue was soft and warm, and Sunday grabbed my hand and placed it between her thighs. She was hot and moist.

After a few seconds, I pulled back and smacked her on the ass. “Don’t be starting shit you can’t finish. You remember what happened Memorial Day afternoon when you started moaning like that on this roof.”

She pouted. “Yeah, you lost your mind and bent me over that chair. You tried to rip my insides out.”

“Damn right, and I’m about to do it again.”

“CJ, I had sunburn from that all over my butt and back. I was so uncomfortable sitting down for a while.”

“That’s why I’m warning ya ass now.”

Sunday walked away from me and sat down.

“Do you want some ice cream?”

“That sounds real good right about now.”

She grabbed the remote to the sound system and turned it on to a neo-soul station she often listened to. I walked to the mini refrigerator/freezer that we had on the rooftop deck plugged in next to our bar. I pulled it open and removed a small container of Tamari’s butter pecan ice cream for her and strawberry, mint chocolate chip for me. I grabbed two spoons from a drawer in the bar and walked back to her.

“Here ya go.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said about moving.”

“And?”

“I don’t want to move right away, but I do think we should start discussing what we want, where we want to live, and the expectations on price. By the time Aspen’s a year old, I would love for him to have a backyard to play in, a swing set to push him on, and room to run around. As much as I love our rooftop deck, this isn’t a safe place for a baby to play.”

“Glad you’re seeing things my way.”

She nudged me with her elbow and rolled her eyes. “Boy, please.”

“I’m serious.”

“Another thing I’ve been thinking about a lot lately is my father.”

I rolled my eyes but kept my mouth shut.

“Remember the story that I told you about what happened to him?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“I want our son to grow up being proud of who he is, where he comes from, and all facets of his life.”

“No doubt. That shit’s gonna happen anyway. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I’ll tell him all parts because I don’t want him out in these streets wildin’ out and being a crash out and shit, but I also don’t want him to be afraid of standing up for himself and representing what he believes in. I want our little king to have the best education that our money can buy but still be grounded in his roots.”

I took a scoop of my ice cream and slid it into my mouth. It was cool and refreshing and the perfect way to wind down after a busy afternoon.

“So do I. I’ve even been looking at private preschools that I want us to apply to that will give him a good foundation.”

“Speaking of, when are you talking about putting him in school? I’m not looking at him going into daycare right away.”

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