Page 142 of After Midnight
Laughing I turned quickly to kiss him. "Later."
Remy smiled with a shake of his head. "I don't know if I can wait 'til later, baby. My dick throbbing."
"Daddy! GG!" Melo burst in.
"Good morning, little handsome!" I quickly sat up adjusting my nightgown and ignoring my man for my little sweetheart. He jumped into my arms and I hugged him tight. "The best part of waking up is seeing you." I kissed his forehead.
Melo giggled. "I know GG, that's why I ran in here."
"Uh, hello? Your father is here too, buddy." Remy said behind us with a smile.
"Morning, Daddy!" Melo crawled out of my arms and into Remy's.
"You sleep good, son?" he asked.
"I did." Melo nodded. "I had the bestest dream. Me, you, and GG were on a rocket ship in space!"
"Oh, that’s so cool." I grinned.
"Yep." Melo nodded. "Daddy was the captain, but he got scared when a alien was gonna get us, so you had to fight him for us." He puffed out his chest proudly. "But I helped!"
"Now hold on—" Remy laughed. "Why I gotta be a punk in your dreams? I would beat that alien up and protect you and GG." He tickled his tummy as Melo erupted into laughter. "Tell him baby?" he looked at me.
"Well—" I shrugged slightly with a playful wince. "You did cry a lil' bit when we watched Finding Dory last night."
"You sure did, Daddy!" Melo laughed pointing.
"Aye man—that movie is traumatic." He shook his head ruefully. "Whose side are you on anyway, you little pancake monster?" He tickled Melo again.
"GG's!" Melo squealed.
"And I'm on his," I co-signed, laughing. "Now leave my baby alone." I grabbed Remy's hands playfully. "I got your back, Melo."
"Y'all ganging up on me? Ain't this something," Remy laughed. "Betrayed by my own wife and son."
My head snapped up.
Remy's mouth snapped closed, his eyes widening slightly.
"Oh! Are you and GG getting married, Daddy?!" Melo asked excitedly.
Remy looked flustered.
"Hey, why don’t you go see what you wanna wear to school today, little handsome," I intervened. "I'll come in and help you in second."
"Okay!" Melo jumped up, I helped him out of the bed and his little legs were running off.
"I'm sorry," Remy rushed out rubbing the back of his head which I noticed he did whenever he got nervous. "It felt natural,"he explained. "We were playing—I didn’t mean to put any pressure on you…"
"Hey…" I reached over and cupped his chin between my fingers staring into his eyes. "It's okay."
He let out deep breath. "I'm not trying to insinuate or jump the gun. I know we got a lot to work on it's just that—"
I silenced him by pressing my lips against his, pushing my tongue gently in his mouth and kissing his doubt and worry away. My forehead dropped to his, my lips still brushing against his lips. "It sounded good—your wife."
His head lifted to get a better look at me. His eyes flashing hopefully. "It did?"
I nodded with soft smile. "It did, baby."
