Page 47 of Tyriq & Teaira
“Well, I’m going to have to meet them too, especially his mother. I’m not trying to be one of those grandmothers fighting over the grandbaby. She and I have to work together in this. Maybe she might want to help with the shower and gender reveal.”
“Momma!” I snap while shaking my head.She never gives up.
“Alright, damn! Shower only,” she says, hopefully finally conceding.
We spend our time waiting on the bread pudding just talking about nothing really but I soak it all up. Seeing Tyriq go through what he does with his parents really puts things in perspective. I’m truly lucky and blessed to have been raised in a healthy, loving household. I experienced an abundance of love from my mother and father and not all Black kids can say that. I can and my baby definitely will as well.
Soft kisses on my inner thigh beautifully pull me out of my sleep but I don’t let him know it. The intent of the kisses is to wake me and since I’m not ready for his lips to leave my body, I pretend to still be asleep. To my benefit, it works. His lips move to my other thigh and softly kiss up to the crotch of my thin shorts. When he inhales me and exhales, the warmth of his breath sends a chill up my spine and I shiver lightly.
Busted.
“You up?” he utters. His mouth is close; another chill vibrates through me.
“Mmhm,” I moan.
“How long you been awake?”
“Just now.”
“Liar,” he says, then grins. He’s closer now because when he speaks, his lips brush across my lower ones. My back arches in anticipation of a good morning, tongue-pleasing kiss. My heart breaks though when he utters his next words. “Good. Get up and get dressed,” he says before kissing my crotch and easing off the bed.
My eyes fly open and I sit up in bed. To my chagrin, he’s fully dressed, looking too damn sexy to be all the way at the end of my bed. I need him back between my legs.
“Tyriq. I know you fucking lying,” I scoff. “Take that off and come back to bed.”
“I can’t. If I do, we won’t make our reservation,” he says, surprising the hell out of me. This is not the plan.
“Reservation. No. Why? You leave tomorrow for that stupid combine and we were supposed to spend the day together, in bed. We decided that we weren’t going anywhere,” I whine and fuss at the same time.
“Not that stupid combine,” he says with a chuckle. “If I could stay here with you, you know I would. Don’t be like that.” He turns and walks into my bathroom. I hear the shower turn on then he walks out. “Our plans changed. We gotta go,” he says while stepping toward me. When he reaches the bed, he holds his hand out for me and I just stare. “Trust me. You’re going to like the change. Go shower,” he urges with his beautiful smile. So, stubbornly, I accept his hand and get out of my bed.
He walks me into the bathroom, takes my tee and shorts off, then opens the shower door. When I step in, I ask, “Are you going to wash my back?”
“You know I can’t. I’m leaving because looking at all of this got me wanting to cancel the new plans.”
“It’s cool, cancel them. We can shower together and—” He closes the door as I speak and just laughs. I should curse his ass out but I don’t. I can’t. I’m too amused that he shut my ass up by closing the door. “Where are we going anyway? And don’t say it’s a surprise either.”
“To a place,” is all his smug ass says before leaving me in the bathroom.
A little annoyed but curious, I shower, brush my teeth, gargle, and floss, then style my hair. I frame my face by slicking back my right side and defining my natural loose curl patternwith moisturizing curl gel from the new hair line, Black Mane. When my hair is straight, I band down my edges then do my face. After washing it, I rub in caramel crème tinted moisturizer, brush my lashes, and line my lips with a burgundy pencil then fill them in with vitamin E gloss. When I emerge back into the bedroom, he isn’t in here but I hear him downstairs. He’s making my breakfast smoothie. All I can do is smile but it quickly fades the moment reality slaps the shit out of me.
He’s leaving tomorrow.
I sigh so damn loudly he can probably hear me downstairs. I take a moment and refocus my mind and energy. Obviously, he’s planned another surprise, and after my popcorn date, I know this is going to be great too. The only problem now is my clothes.
“What the hell should I wear?” I utter as I walk into my closet. It’s the middle of May, spring, and nice out. So, after several noes, uh uhns, and hell nawls, I decide on baggy, beige, long cargo shorts and a gold and beige crop top. At a little over three months, I’m finally starting to look pregnant and I’m ready to show my belly off. I’m going to be belly out until November. When I head down the stairs, he’s actually walking up with my smoothie and vitamins.
“This one is ginger, pineapple, mango, and chia seeds,” he says.
“That sounds good actually. I’ll drink it in the car though. My mouth still tastes like toothpaste.”
“Let me taste,” he says before taking a step down so we are eye level on the stairs. Then his lips crash into mine and we kiss.
“God, I love your lips,” I admit.
“Just my lips? That’s cold ‘cause I love all of you,” he says and everything stalls.
“You love what?”
