Page 37 of Always Been Perfect

“You wanna hit it?”

I nodded. “Hell yeah. I could use a little pick-me-up.” I tried to take the blunt from him, but he shook his head. I watched him inhale and then motion for me to come closer. He blew the smoke into my mouth when I was close enough. His lips brushed against mine, and heat flared from the soles of my feet.

I started choking from the potent smoke, making him laugh. “You just wanted to kiss me,” I said between my hacking.

He smirked. “Yeah, I did.”

“Let me hit it again so I can go in here and check on your daughter.”

He gave me another shotgun, then I did just that. He smacked me on the ass when I was walking away. “I love the way that thing jiggles.” He bit his fist and shook his head like he was trying to get rid of thoughts of following me into the house.Because I liked to play, I bent over and bounced my ass cheeks a few times for him. “Don’t play with me, El. You know I’ll have you hemmed up somewhere screaming my fucking name.”

I giggled innocently, then ran into the house. I was smiling up until the moment I walked into the kitchen to see Pea on the floor, covered in flour. “Ahhhh,” I groaned. I thought we were past this phase already.

Always on alert, Perfect was standing beside me within seconds. He chuckled when he saw what she’d done. I popped him in the middle of his chest. “It’s not funny. It’s hell getting that stuff out of her hair.” I paused as I had a thought. “Matter fact, since you think it’s so funny, you get the honor of cleaning this up and washing her hair.”

He bumped into me as he walked over to her. “Okay, and? Like that’s supposed to hurt me.”

I flipped him off with a roll of my eyes, but I took off running when he jumped up and started running after me. I only made it to the hallway before he scooped me up from behind and pinned me against the wall.

“What was that thing you did with your finger?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. You’re seeing things.”

He licked his lips while looking at me like I was a flounder fresh out of some hot grease. “Mhm, that’s what I thought, scary ass.”

I was about to reply when I heard one of the twins crying. Seconds later, the other one joined in. Perfect smiled. “You handle them while I clean up Pea, then meeting in our bedroom when we’re done?”

I palmed his face and kissed him deeply. “You promise?”

“To knock the Mario coins out that pussy?” I nodded, and he tucked my hair behind my ear. “I was going to do that anyway, but yeah, I promise, Princess. Now take your freaky ass on before I say fuck these kids and take you in the room now.”

“Says the man who's got me pinned against the wall right now.”

He shrugged. “You be seducing me.”

I laughed. “No, I do not.”

He nodded and twirled my hair around his finger. “Yeah, you do. All you gotta do is breathe, and I’m activated.” He stepped back, allowing me space to walk to the nursery. “Aye, tell them lil’ niggas to save some milk for DaDa.”

“You’re sick,” I said with a smile.

“You like it.”

“You’re wrong.” I beamed. “I love it.”

He snatched me to him quickly and pecked my lips. “And I love you.”

The sound of our sons getting louder was the only reason I backed away from him. It was cool though because I knew, without a doubt, that man was going to be in our bedroom waiting for me to join him. We were obsessed with each other like that. That knowing kept a smile on my face. My man had always been perfect, even before he knew it himself.

Second chances were beautiful like that. It was harder to give your heart to someone after they broke it. But like the old folks would say: if you love someone, then let them go, and if they come back . . . Well, you know the rest.

The End