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Story: Pieces of Us
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t, but I did. Where is lil bit anyway?”
“With her father.”
I pulled her closer to me, leaned down, and kissed her neck. She smelled sweet, and her hair smelled amazing.
“Is that how you greet your man, Boogie?”
Her arms came around me and her head came up, puckering her lips. I pecked them a few times as she smiled at me.
“Hi, Booby. I missed you.”
“I missed you more, Boog.”
“You and your family need to stop spoiling us.” She smirked.
“It’s never going to happen, so you might as well get used to it.”
She kissed me again. “I see she’s in a better mood. Did she tell you what was wrong?”
“Yeah. Let’s put the bags away before we get into all of that,” I told her, grabbing all of the bags as she led the way up the stairs. We walked by Megan’s room. Morgan paused. She put her ear to the door after hearing Megan talking to someone. I bumped her with my pelvis to move her along.
“Stop being nosy, Boog.”
She giggled. “I can’t help it. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“She’s good.”
I nodded my head for her to continue. She led me further down the hall and around a corner to the master suite. I set the bags on the bed and looked around the room.
She grabbed my hand. “Let’s go on the terrace.”
She led me out on the terrace, and I appreciated it. I sure as hell didn’t want to sit in a room she shared with another nigga.
I sat in the chair and patted my lap for her to sit. Once she did, my hand went to her ass and rubbed.
“So? How’d it go?”
I sighed. “Ya mans is a fuck nigga. I have a good mind to fuck him up, but I’m going to let you handle it, because if I do, homie won’t be alive to see his seed grow.”
“What the hell did that bastard do?”
“Told my shorty not to call him dad anymore—”
“What!” Morgan screeched. I could feel her body tense as I rubbed her back.
“Calm down.”
“How can I when he’s saying things like that to her? Like what kind of shit is that to say to a child you helped raise?”
“Because he wasn’t real from the beginning, Mo. There were possibly moments he showed his true colors, but you didn’t peep it. I know Megan did, though.”
“Did she say that?”
“She didn’t have to. For her to feel how she feels is the reason I know she did. You really married a ho ass nigga, but it’s cool. She has me now, and ain’t no way I’m ever leaving her side. Fuck that nigga. She never needed him in the first place.” My work pager went off so I took it off my hip, seeing the emergency code.
“Shit. I have to go.”
“I know I didn’t, but I did. Where is lil bit anyway?”
“With her father.”
I pulled her closer to me, leaned down, and kissed her neck. She smelled sweet, and her hair smelled amazing.
“Is that how you greet your man, Boogie?”
Her arms came around me and her head came up, puckering her lips. I pecked them a few times as she smiled at me.
“Hi, Booby. I missed you.”
“I missed you more, Boog.”
“You and your family need to stop spoiling us.” She smirked.
“It’s never going to happen, so you might as well get used to it.”
She kissed me again. “I see she’s in a better mood. Did she tell you what was wrong?”
“Yeah. Let’s put the bags away before we get into all of that,” I told her, grabbing all of the bags as she led the way up the stairs. We walked by Megan’s room. Morgan paused. She put her ear to the door after hearing Megan talking to someone. I bumped her with my pelvis to move her along.
“Stop being nosy, Boog.”
She giggled. “I can’t help it. I just want to make sure she’s okay.”
“She’s good.”
I nodded my head for her to continue. She led me further down the hall and around a corner to the master suite. I set the bags on the bed and looked around the room.
She grabbed my hand. “Let’s go on the terrace.”
She led me out on the terrace, and I appreciated it. I sure as hell didn’t want to sit in a room she shared with another nigga.
I sat in the chair and patted my lap for her to sit. Once she did, my hand went to her ass and rubbed.
“So? How’d it go?”
I sighed. “Ya mans is a fuck nigga. I have a good mind to fuck him up, but I’m going to let you handle it, because if I do, homie won’t be alive to see his seed grow.”
“What the hell did that bastard do?”
“Told my shorty not to call him dad anymore—”
“What!” Morgan screeched. I could feel her body tense as I rubbed her back.
“Calm down.”
“How can I when he’s saying things like that to her? Like what kind of shit is that to say to a child you helped raise?”
“Because he wasn’t real from the beginning, Mo. There were possibly moments he showed his true colors, but you didn’t peep it. I know Megan did, though.”
“Did she say that?”
“She didn’t have to. For her to feel how she feels is the reason I know she did. You really married a ho ass nigga, but it’s cool. She has me now, and ain’t no way I’m ever leaving her side. Fuck that nigga. She never needed him in the first place.” My work pager went off so I took it off my hip, seeing the emergency code.
“Shit. I have to go.”
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