Page 33 of Love's Most Wanted
“Oh my gosh.” She sucked her teeth with a smile, rolling her eyes a bit.
“You already know the fucking answer. They not getting no pussy, and that’s why they ain’t had no kids since they got married.” I put two fingers to my eyes and then pointed them outward. “I be watching and peeping game. Them niggas can’t fool me.”
“Well I can’t say why. But maybe they wanna enjoy marriage a bit before they have more.”
“My brothers ain’t enjoying shit if pussy ain’t involved.”
“And how do you know?” She grinned.
“Because I know them niggas.” I leaned over some and said, “We can prove ’em wrong though.” When I rubbed her thigh, she shoved me back some.
“Ooh.” Kabrina touched her stomach for a moment.
“Here, let me plug the pad up,” I said, ascending from the couch and plugging it into the nearby wall.
“Thank you, Unique…” She took the pad, pausing in her sentence like she was about to add more to the shit but changed her mind.
Once she got to a place where she was comfortable, the doorbell rang, letting us know the food was here.
While she stayed on the couch with the heating pad pressed to her abdomen, I plated the food before bringing both of our meals to the coffee table.
“You aight enough to eat?” I asked, sitting down as she simultaneously sat upright.
“I’m always alright enough to eat.” She tried to smile, but a wince took over her face as she scooted to the edge of the couch to eat her food.
For the next half an hour, she ate as much as she could while I completely smashed my shit.
Once she was done, I trashed the rest of hers in a plastic bag so I could take it out once I left, then helped her to her bed.
Because it was a studio, everything was out in the fucking open, with the exception of the bathroom. She had this shit looking like home, though, and oddly, it made her even more attractive. That trait wasn’t something a nigga like me ever considered, thought about, or listed as something I needed checked off, but now I was realizing that I did.
Kabrina was altering my standards more and more every time I was around her. Because now, not only did I want a woman to be able to turn anything into a home, but I also wanted one who had goals and some hustle in ’em, even if they were a stay-at-home mother. And it was all because of her ass.
I shook my head at the thought when she wasn’t looking.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared down as she placed her feet in my lap.
“Damn—”
“Don’t start, Unique. My feet are not ugly.” She shut her eyes, pressing the pad to her body some more.
“Aight, I’ll let you slide this one time.” I gripped one of her feet in my hands and began to massage. A moan escaped her lips, but she kept her eyes closed.
“Thank you.”
“So you good? And I ain’t talking physically.”
She opened her eyes after a few moments, keeping them on the ceiling before she said, “I am and I’m not. I never wanted to get an abortion, ever, but I also never saw myself in this type of situation.”
“I get it.” I continued massaging her feet, admiring the bright ass pink color I was realizing she always had on them. It made me wonder if it was her favorite color. It then made me wonder what Daisy’s and Aurora’s favorite colors were because before right now, I never gave a fuck to ask.
“You know, the worst part of this all is that Alvin knows my background, and it didn’t stop him from pursuing me or roping me into his bullshit.”
“Yo’ background?” I frowned, glancing to my right to look at her.
“Yes.” She sat up on her elbows, watching my hands knead her feet while she pondered on some shit. “I was a side baby.”
“Like yo’ pops was in a relationship when you was born, or it was ya mama?”
