Page 34 of Wild Thoughts, Reckless Nights
Her honeypot did that to me, though,I admitted to myself
She had a brotha ready to do whatever when I was between her warm thighs.
But in my current state of tiredness, I just wanted to see her, and get the soul soothing comfort she provided.
I was hoping she was in a better mood today, because she had been acting funny the last few weeks. Barely letting me touch her, and when I did, she would act all nervous about baring her body. It was as if she reverted back to right after she had the Ahmir and was acting ashamed of her body.
I reassured her before, during, and after making love to her that I loved everything about her… mind, body and soul.
I’m not even going to lie and say that her recent moods didn’t have me on edge, as if she were having second thoughts about becoming my wife. I was just hoping the way we unconventionally came together wasn’t getting in the way of her seeing the love I had for her.
“Baby! Where you at?!” I called out.
I already checked in on Ahmir, and he was fast asleep. He was such a good baby, and I was blessed to have him… and his current funny acting mama.
However, I planned on fixing all of that tonight. If only I could find her ass.
Walking into the bathroom, I found her sitting at the vanity, applying cocoa butter to her smooth, thick thighs.
Her blemish free, perfectly melanated skin always called to me.
She looked and gave me a small smile.
“Hey, babe. How was your day?”
“Long, as always. But joyful at the same time with bringing precious little ones into the world.”
Jameela stood up and I noticed she had on my white lab coat, and nothing else.
I looked at her curiously, but I couldn’t even focus on why she had my lab coat on. My mouth was too busy watering.
Damn, she is the vision of perfection.
“Funny that you speak of bringing precious little ones into the world,” she said and smiled wider at me, breaking me out of my thoughts. “Well, I guess it’s not too funny being as though thatiswhat you do for a living.”
She was rambling.
I wanted her to do less talking and come to me and do more touching.
I needed to feel her skin under the palms of my hands. I wanted to caress every part of her body.
Quirking a brow at her, I’m sure my confusion showed on my face by the direction of her words.
“How do you feel about bringing another one of your children into the world?” She nervously asked.
I was stunned.
Then I felt dumb as hell, because as a doctor, and an obstetrician at that, I should have known my soon to be wife was pregnant. I should have been able to take stock of the changes to her body, the ups and downs of her emotions, but I guess I was blinded by love for Jameela and my long workdays.
However, the thought of being able to experience this pregnancy with Jameela from the beginning had my heart rupturing and overflowing with joy.
Caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even register Jameela opening the white coat to reveal a small baby bump.
Where the hell have I been?I questioned myself.That’s probably why she’s been trying to keep her shirt on for the last few weeks while we were making love.
I was doing a mental stock and putting all of the clues that were being dropped on my lap that I obviously ignored.
Someone should take my damn license for all of the signs I missed.
