Page 125 of He Don't Play About Me
We left the hospital, and I picked us up some food and went back home. We ate, smoked, and then we took a shower so I could wash her, giving her a nice hot oil massage after.
My girl took a nap on the couch, while I tried to work on some sketches, but my eyes kept drifting to her. The sun was setting and hitting her ass while she tossed and turned in my shirt. It wasn’t like the night in her loft. This time, she had a soft smile on her face. My lil’ mamas was relaxed.
I turned some jazz on low, rolled me up a couple of blunts, and got back to work. Sketching till it was dark, mostly for the store, and finished the special ring for her.
I took a break, ordered us some dinner, poured us some wine, and then went and rubbed her feet until she woke up with a smile on her face. She yawned and smirked at me.
“Ooou, if I knew I was gonna be treated like this, we could have been did this,” she said, laughing.
I laughed with her. “Not miss let’s take it slow.”
Islah rolled her eyes playfully. “I was scared, but I’m glad I took this chance.”
Islah sat up and kissed me when we heard a knock at the door. I hopped up, grabbed the food, brought it over to the living room, then grabbed our wine as I laid out the Chinese food, while she looked for a movie.
“I needed this day,” she said as she took a bite outta her food.
I nodded. “That’s what I’m here for.” That made her pause in eating and look up at me. “To take the weight off you.”
She blushed.
I liked that. I could tell that she was healing a lil’ bit faster cause of me.
After dinner, we lit some candles, turned off the lights, and I held her in my arms. I showed her what I was working on for the store; she added her lil’ tweaks, I fucked with them and kept them in.
“Let me find out you gonna create a jewelry line for our store.”
She looked back at me.
“Our store?”
I laughed and grabbed her hand, moving her ring from side to side.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you are going to be my wife?”
“Why do you want me?” she asked.
I was about to answer her, but my phone rang, and I looked at the table to see that it was Keith.
“Hold on, boo,” I said as I got up and walked away from here to answer the call.
“Wussup?” I said, walking around the corner.
“You home?” he asked.
“Yeah, wussup?”
Keith paused for a second. “I’ma slide through and holla at you.”
We hung up, and I went back to the living room and sat beside Islah.
“My nigga Keith is about to come through; I asked him to look up Gio for me.”
She looked at me, a lil’ shocked.
“Why did you do that?”
“Because I need to know the type of nigga I’m up against.”
