Page 30 of Gotta Jones For Ya
When the world stilled, he pressed his forehead to mine, breath ragged. “You shoulda never let me hit this shit from jump,” he whispered. “You really ain’t goin’ nowhere.”
And the craziest part was that I didn’t want to leave. I couldn’t tell him that, though… not yet.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“I don’t even know what the fuck you done did to me, but I like it.”
The next mornin’, we was lyin’ up in my bed, both ass naked wit’ her bonnet hangin’ halfway off, one leg tossed over the sheet. Shit felt too right.
“Boy, shut up,” Nyomi mumbled, voice all raspy and mornin’ soft, not even openin’ her eyes. “Ain’t nobody did nothing to you.”
I smirked, rubbin’ a hand down my face before reachin’ for her waist under the covers. “Lyin’ like that first thing in the mornin’ gotta be bad for your soul, baby.”
She laughed low, all warm and shit. I pulled her in closer, pressed a kiss behind her ear, and just lay there for a minute.Shit felt peaceful. “You like your bacon crispy or soft?” I asked, already swingin’ my legs off the bed.
She opened one eye. “I know you ain’t about to cook…”
“Hell nah.” I laughed all the way to the bathroom to take a piss, then opened the Uber Eats app. I couldn’t cook for shit.
Thirty minutes later, we was still in my bed but wit’ food plates on a tray. Juice. Syrup on her thigh from me being extra wit’ the French toast. She tried to smack me and ended up moanin’ when I licked it off. Real intimate type shit I usually run from but wit’ Nyomi I was cool standin’ still.
“So you talk about your grandmother, but what about your mom? She’s in East Hollis, too?” she asked mid-bite.
I shook my head. “Nah. Cancer took her when I was eight. That’s when shit got real for me. Had to grow up fast, feel me?”
Her face softened. “Damn… I’m sorry, Keon.”
I waved it off gently. “It made me who I am. I’d give anything to hug her again, but I know she proud of me. Least I hope she is.”
Then she asked, “You got any siblings aside from your sister?”
“Yeah, two half-brothers I don’t fuck wit’ or talk to. They on some weird shit. What about you?”
“Only child,” she said, fork scrapin’ her plate. “I always wanted a big family, though. The loud kind. Cookouts. Birthday trips. Matching pajamas for Christmas.”
I raised an eyebrow, gulpin’ down my cranberry juice. “Matchin’ pajamas, huh?”
She laughed and nodded. “Yeah. Don’t judge me.”
“I ain’t judgin’. I’m tryna figure out how many kids we need to make that happen.”
She blinked. I was dead serious. “Wait—we?” she asked.
“Hell yeah,” I replied, taking a bite of French toast. “You talkin’ like you tryna build that life, and I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ what’s stoppin’ us from gettin’ started.”
She laughed hard, covering her mouth. “You're insane. Slow down.”
“I’mserious,” I said, leanin’ over to snatch her fork. “Lemme put some babies in you.”
Her eyes damn near popped out. “Keon!”
“What?” I smirked. “You said you want a big family. What’s good? I'll shoot the club upright now.”
“Oh, God…”
“I’m sayin’, imagine a lil girl wit’ your pretty ass face and my attitude. Or a son who look like me but walk ‘round soft for his mama, and slap niggas over you.”
She shook her head, but I could tell the idea had her in a chokehold. Her lips parted like she was gon’ argue, but instead she let out a low, “You’re really saying anything this morning.”
