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“Noooo,” Jocey screeched when I started to tickle her stomach.
The three of us commenced to cooking breakfast. I thought about trying my hand at some bacon and eggs, but I knew that I would fuck shit up if I did, so we stuck to waffles only. Jocelyn had some Funfetti mix, while we just went with the regular shit and added blueberries for Messiah.
“Is it supposed to be watery like this?” Si asked with a look of disgust on his face as he lifted the spoon from his bowl.
“Yeah, Mommy’s doesn’t ever look like this.”
“Ay, forget y’all, aight?” I playfully frowned at the both of them. “I’m just trying to feed your greedy asses.”
Before I could respond, Granny walked in and joined us. She was smiling as she entered, wearing one of the housecoats that Lani had bought her for our crib.
“What are you three up to?”
“JV is making waffles, but I don’t think he’s doing it right, Granny,” Si answered, again with his face twisted up in disgust. I playfully snatched his small body from the counter and started to tickle his stomach and act like I was punching him. “Okay, stop, stop, I quit!” he squealed.
“Yeah, remember this beatdown next time you talk about my cooking.”
Setting him on the counter again, I walked over to pull Granny into a hug and kissed the top of her head.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, son. I’ll get these two situated, you go on up those stairs and handle that. I don’t like the two of you being at odds like this. It’s early in your marriage, she’s pregnant, she shouldn’t be worried about if you’re going to leave her or not.”
She’d said the last part lowly so that the twins wouldn’t hear.
“Aight, I’m about to holla at her.”
After kissing the top of her head, I did the same for Jocey then I tapped Si’s chest before leaving them in the kitchen and heading up the steps to our room where I heard the showerrunning. When I got close enough, I could hear her sniffling, indicating that she was probably crying. Quickly, I undressed and stepped into the shower behind her. She peeked over her shoulder at me before turning back around to do nothing in specific. Pulling her body to mine so that her back was to my front, I secured her in my arms with hands on her small belly.
“Baby.”
She abruptly turned in my arms and hugged my torso tightly.
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “Don’t leave me, Javyous. Please, I’ll never keep anything from you again.”
Sighing, I tugged at her arms that she had tightly secured around me, but she wasn’t trying to budge. I had to put some force into loosening her hold.
“Lani, let go baby.” I laughed.
“No,” she cried.
“Baby.” I hated to possibly hurt her, but I needed to get her arms from around me, so I forced them loose before lifting her into her my arms with her legs secured around my waist.
“Fuck you in here crying for, stressing my baby out and shit.” I frowned.
“It’s your fault,” she whined. “You said you were leaving me.”
“I didn’t say I was leaving your spoiled ass, man. I said you were making me wonder about this shit with us. I was just tight though.”
“So you didn’t mean it?” she whimpered.
“Naw, big baby, I didn’t, but don’t hide shit else from me. We supposed to be solid, on some unified shit. I don’t give a fuck how much it will hurt another mothafucka, you tell me. We’ll figure the rest of the shit out later,together.”
“Okay,” she said and nodded before kissing my lips.
I stopped her and lowered her to her feet when she tried to deepen the kiss. I knew that I was going to get carried away if I didn’t. I hadn’t felt her insides in a li’l minute and hergrandmother was here, so it wasn’t the time. She pouted the remainder of the time that we were in the shower, but she was going to make it. I’d put dick in her life later on.
“Where do you have to go?” she asked as I dressed.
