Page 10 of Love Me Now: Adrian & Kwamé
Kwamé cackled. “Carry me then!”
It was my pleasure. I swooped her up, causing her to giggle even harder. The other ladies hooted and hollered as I carried my girl to the Ghost. Jessie was already strapped in the backseat. I placed Kwamé in the front seat and kissed her forehead.
“Smellin’ all good,” I mumbled against her lips. “You wanna see me act a fool?”
She cackled. “Adrian, please! This was your idea.”
“Yeah, it was, but I take it back. The lady who did ya massage probably fell in love wit’ you. Uh-uh. We ain’t doin’ this again.”
The way she hollered laughing caused a slight smile to split my face. Still, I was dead serious.
Before heading back to the farm, we went to see my parents. Bell Estates was my home, but until Kwamé followed me there, I was on the farm with her. I passed my house, thankful that I had the luxury of being away. My mama made sure my mail was straight. The lawn was always kept perfect, and the maid service kept the inside of my mansion spotless.
I pulled into my parents’ driveway, cut the engine, then hopped out to open the door for Kwamé. My mama ran out of the house to greet us. She jumped in my arms, and I kissed her forehead. This lady was my everything, and I would plead with God forever to give her as many days as possible because I was that selfish about her.
I hugged my mama tightly, then dapped my pops, who came out of the house behind her. Being back home reminded me that I had the dopest parents a nigga could ever want. From my mama going upside my head when needed, to my pops having my back at every turn—this was the life I wanted for my own kids.
Speaking of my own kids, Jessie practically jumped into my mama’s arms.
“Damn,” I joked. “It’s fuck me, then, huh?”
My mama popped my arm. “Don’t cuss in front of her.”
“Please, Mama. I’m gon’ make sure my baby can cuss out er’body. Ain’t nobody finna play wit’ her.”
“He’s right, ya know,” Pops seconded.
My mama smacked her teeth, and Kwamé had her hand covering her mouth to hide her laughter.
“You agree with him?” my mama asked her.
Highly amused, Kwamé replied, “Your son is crazy, Mrs. Bell. I tell him that often.”
“She agrees,” I added for Kwamé, who shook her head and chuckled.
My mama hugged Kwamé, then touched her swollen belly. The look on my mama’s face was soft and priceless.
“How are you feeling?” she asked Kwamé as we stepped inside my parents’ house. Pops smiled, too, because his lineage was growing by the year.
“I’m feeling great,” Kwamé replied. “Adrian is taking good care of me.”
Feeling proud, I grinned. “Gassin’ me up is genius, baby. You still ain’t goin’ to another spa day.”
Pops cackled loudly and clapped me on the shoulder. “Ah! I thought it was just me.”
My mama glared at her husband. “It’s been ten years since I had an actual spa day, sweetheart. You’d think you’ve grown up since then.”
“Hell, fuck no!” my pops fired back. “Lady probably still thinkin’ about yo’ fine ass.”
This time, I hollered. Kwamé was stuck between laughing and giving me a dirty eye. I shrugged.
“I give you all the oil massages you need,” Pops continued. “Why you think that ass stays in the air—”
Immediately, I stopped laughing. “Hell, naw!” I interrupted and wished my ears would forget what they’d just heard.
My mama and Kwamé fell out laughing and slapped each other’s hands. I glared at my pops for even saying that shit. Now, I was going to be traumatized for the next ten years.
“Is that ring I see?” Mama questioned, focused on Kwamé’s left ring finger.
