Page 139 of Misrule
He looked at her. “Ain’t able to forget that bullshit, baby. Cee Cee was on the fuckin’ loose. You was left a dead fuckin’ head. I almost got my fuckin’ ass shot the fuck off.”
“But we ended up married anyway. I hope things work out that way for Roxy and Bailey.”
“Look at the shit this way. If the ceremony called off, I ain’t gotta wear a fuckin’ monkey suit.”
Meggie giggled. “You’re sooo bad, Christopher.”
“My ass ain’t knowin’ how the fuck you got me to fuckin’ wear a fuckin’ tux more than one fuckin’ time.”
“I ask you really nice.”
“No, you bat your pussy at me and I ain’t able to fuckin’ resist.”
She laughed, bent and kissed his forehead. “How are you feeling?”
“My cock back to it-fuckin-self, so I’m fuckin’ fine.” He flattened his palm against her belly. “Motherfucker so good I probably fuckin’ filled you with my kid.”
Unable to stop herself, she kissed him again. “I don’t want you to be disappointed if it doesn’t happen soon.”
He tipped his head up to her, and grinned, a combination of confident smirk and disarming charm. If she’d still been wearing panties, they would’ve melted off.
“What you gonna be if it take awhile for me to knock you up? Disappointed or relieved?”
“Disappointed,” she said without hesitation.
“You sure about that?”
She nodded. “I swear.” She sighed. “You’d had a vasectomy, Christopher, so I had to make myself content that we wouldn’t have any more children unless we adopted again. A baby this time.”
“When we got Diesel he was self-sufficient. Motherfucker ain’t needed his ass-wiped. I ain’t needed to show him how to piss. He ain’t needed to be fed. If we woulda adopted a-fuckin-gain, my vote woulda been for a older kid.”
“I understand, but I love the baby stage. Yet, I-I…” Her voice trailed off as she tried to arrange the words in her head. “I don’t want to be nothing but a baby-making machine. I also have my figure back.”
“You never lost your goddamn figure. You always perfect in my eyes.”
She could never express the joy and contentment she felt because she belonged to Christopher. He kept her on a pedestal; never hid the fact that she was the most important thing in his life.
“You was just five or ten pounds heavier.”
“My stomach had paunches.”
“Your stomach had fuckin’ proof you was a ma. Your stomach goddamn beautiful. You kept my kids safe.”
“I still have the stretchmarks,” she reminded him. “My belly is toned again but there’s still reminders of my pregnancies.”
Sitting up, Christopher settled next to her, then pulled her into his arms and settled her between his thighs. He kissed the top of her head.
“You a girl, so I guess you gonna worry about your body. Baby, as long as youyou, I ain’t givin’ a fuck if you a size two or a size twenty-two. It ain’t about your weight, height, or age. It’s about your fuckin’ outlook on life. It’s about what the fuck inside of you.”
Drawing her knees up, she rested against her husband. “I know, and I love you all the more for it.”
“Suppose I ain’t never had my dick snip? You woulda pushed out one or two more lil’ motherfuckers by now. Would your belly bothered you?”
Meggie thought about that for a moment, then glanced up. He must’ve felt her gaze on him because he looked down. The curve of his lips, the sight of his stubble, invited her to lift-up and steal another kiss.
“Hmm,” he murmured after she pulled away. “Can’t keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself this evenin’, huh, baby?”
She climbed into his lap and bounced, giggling when his cock stirred. “I’ve missed having you inside of me.”
