Page 43 of Royce
“Yup!” he shouted causing me and Striker to laugh.
“He be on go don’t he. Look, I only wanted to see what Ma was cooking for the day, but she was over here cooking for y’all. Save me a plate, and I’ll drop through later. Go ‘head and handle yo’ business, bro.” We dapped up and parted ways. He was gon’ check in no matter who was around.
I walked to the room Klarity was stationed in to find her pulling herself up to sit up. Exhaustion was still on her. I knew being a new mom again was taking a toll on her and I applauded her for going so hard for our babies. This was the woman I needed in my life. She was a nurturer and damn it showed.
“What’s up, My Baby? My bad for being late. You ready to shower with me?”
Nodding, she swung her feet to the side and stood from the bed slowly. She’d only been here for two weeks but her presence felt so familiar around this bitch. I swear it felt good coming home to her and the kids. Essence was in her bassinet sound asleep. If she wanted to shower, she needed to do it now.
I did a light jog over to her and helped her to the bathroom. I turned the shower on while she got undressed. I grabbed everything she would need and sat them on the sink.
“Can you wash my hair for me, too?”
“I’ll wash whatever you need me to, baby. I been out all day, can a nigga wash his ass, too?”
“I don’t care, Royce, it’s your house,” she stated slowly making her way to me.
“It’s ours,” I corrected her.
I undressed as she crossed the room. By the time she made it to me, I was just as naked as the day I was born. She ignored everything about me. She ain’t take a peek at my dick or nothing. Either she wasn’t interested, or her amount of fatigue had her moving like a zombie.
Klarity entered the shower and stood underneath one of the shower heads. Her naturally curly hair became soaked along with her canvas. She allowed her head to fall back as she closed her eyes. When she swayed a lil’, I stepped in behind her and pressed my chest against her back. My arm then snaked around her waist holding her in place.
“Why you so weak, My Baby? Have you eaten anything?”
“I’m just tired, Royce. Essence hasn’t really let me sleep today. She sleeps just fine when you’re here but when you’re gone, she’s giving me hell. I don’t understand that.”
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest as I kissed the top of her shoulder. Essence was a daddy’s girl already. Lil’ mama slept like a champ with me. I was loving that shit honestly. It made me feel like all the effort I was putting in was paying off.
“I’ll take her tonight and let you sleep. Were you able to pump today?”
“I got a good amount out. I handed them all over to your mother, and she stored them for me. I haven’t had much energy to do anything. It’s easier when you’re here because you handle it for me.”
“So what? You want me here until yo’ six weeks up?” I had no problem putting my life on hold for her and the kids. Hell, I could use some damn time off if you asked me.
“I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do, Royce. Wash me already. I can’t keep standing like this. I’m still hurting you know,” she complained.
“Aight, aight.”
I grabbed the rag, lathered it good, and began to wash her off. Soft moans were heard as I went from neck to toe. I repeated the same action four times before I moved on to her hair. She turned around and held onto my waist as I took my time washing that sweat and dirt out her hair. Behaving like she was so helpless was making me feel as if she truly needed me.
“My fault for being gone all day. I had an important meeting then some errands to run. Why you ain’t call a nigga to come home if you wasn’t feeling yo’ best?”
“Why would I call you, Royce? You’re not my man,” she spoke softly still tangled around my waist. Saying I wasn’t yo’ man while letting my hands explore every part the good Lord gave you was crazy work.
“Damn. Since when? You starting to make me feel like I’m crazy, My Baby, I don’t like that.”
“Royce, you are crazy. You kidnapped me for the next four weeks and you conned me into making my daughter an Atkins. On top of that, you stalked me without me realizing it. If that ain’t crazy, then I don’t know what is.”
Gently pulling her hair, she lifted her face to mine. She was so goddamn fine. I really towered over her five-foot five-inch frame. Lifting her to do unimaginable things was going to be fun as hell. I could see her now bouncing off the dick in midair. When she looked in my eyes, I saw content instead of fear. For the first time, she wasn’t scared of me.
Bending down, our lips connected and although she was drained of energy, she had enough to kiss me back. It was never a fight for me to get one. She returned my kisses with ones that were slow, passionate, and addictive. The way she held onto me while doing it was something I couldn’t get enough of.
Breaking the kiss, I spoke against her lips, “If you ain’t know, then you should’ve said that ‘cause all I heard was a nigga in love.”
“Hmph! You’re proving my point. Are you done with me? I need to lay down. I feel lightheaded.”
Pecking her lips once more, I spoke lowly, “Yeah baby. Go ‘head and lay down. I’ll bring you some food and get her once I’m done.”
