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“You talk to your mama?” Pop asked me as I washed our plates, and I nodded. “You cool with it?”

“I got a choice?” I cut my eyes to him and lifted my brow. “Cuz it didn’t sound like I did when you dropped the information in my lap.”

“Nah, not really,” he answered with a laugh as he leaned against the counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “She needs this shit.”

“I know,” I agreed. “She needs to get away, chill out, and enjoy her time while she has the energy.” I rinsed the soap off the plates and put them in the dishwasher. Pop was an old-school nigga and didn’t believe in using a dishwasher, so it was only used to dry his dishes. “She looked good when I saw her yesterday.”

“She was having a good day,” he chuckled. “We’d just finished taking a bath together. I soaped-“

“Nah, nope,” I interrupted him and closed the dishwasher. “I don’t want to hear shit about what y’all had just finished doing. I’m a child.”

“You a grown-ass man, Hood,” he laughed.

“I’m your child, man!” I said, shaking my head.

“I know, shit, you look exactly like my ass. I couldn’t deny you if I wanted to. The only thing you got from your mama was that yellow ass skin.” He popped my arm and shook his head. “Nigga, you still bruise easily. Look at that shit.”

“Whatever,” I laughed and dried my hands. “When are you taking Mama out of town? Do you have a place in mind?”

He nodded, then wiped his hand over his beard. “I’m thinking about next weekend and probably to a resort or something. Give us some privacy to be naked and shit.”

“Pop,” I groaned. “I ain't trying to hear that shit, man.”

“Whatever, young buck,” he laughed. “You better take notes on how to keep your woman happy.” He nodded to the living room where Legacy slept on the couch. “She’s a good girl. She's quiet, but that’ll change the longer she’s around.”

“I legit see a life with her,” I said, nodding as I watched Legacy. “Being with her is as natural as breathing. We vibe and shit. It ain't ever been that easy with me before.”

“I understand,” he said, nodding. “That’s how it was with your mama and me. She made everything easy, and I wasn’t worried about shit. Even though I was in the streets, being with your mama was where I wanted to be.” He looked over at me and shook his head. “I wasted years thinking that I had time to get my shit together in my old age. Don’t be stupid like me.”

“No disrespect intended, Pop, but I ain't that stupid,” I said, shaking my head. “I already handled that stalker shit she had going on.”

“What stalker shit?” he questioned. “Somebody after my daughter?”

“Her bodyguard was obsessed with her,” I answered him. “She was getting flowers and shit left on her car, and he was chilling in her car when she wasn’t around.”

“And you handled it?”

“Put one in his heart and the other between his eyes,” I said, nodding. “Didn’t even think about doing it, either.”

“Good,” he said, then opened the door to the fridge. “Cuz the last thing you want is for a nigga to be protecting your woman when you are not around, and his ass wants her.”

“I’m already knowing,” I agreed. “But like I said, I put two hot ones in him, and from here on out, when she moves, so do I.”

“You can’t keep her in your eyesight forever,” he laughed as he put away the leftovers. “Plus, she’s a pro athlete, and you won’t always be around.”

“It's my job to keep her safe.”

“It is, but you gotta be smart; hire someone you trust to keep an eye on her.” He closed the fridge. “Y’all gonna need time apart, and you know it. Give that girl some space; y’all still new.”

“Nah, man,” I denied, shaking my head.

“Hire someone, Hood,” he repeated. “That shit ain't up for no debate. Don’t be overbearing cuz you in love with her ass, you selfish ass nigga.”

“I’ll think about it,” I said, nodding. I wiped my hands over my mouth and continued to watch Legacy sleep. Hearing him say I was in love with her didn’t even move me. It was the truth. I’d been in love with Legacy since I met her last year. Spending time with her only increased my feelings and obsession with her.

“Y’all should join yo mama and I,” he suggested. I laughed and shook my head. “I know you're trying to figure out how you gonna introduce her to your mama. Let this vacation be how. Your mama will be in a good place mentally and physically. This is the perfect opportunity.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll tell your mama y’all coming,” he replied, and I kissed my teeth. “I’ll text you the plans by tomorrow night.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I said, shaking my head. “Citrine has a resort that opened last year that he keeps telling me to check out. I’ll call him in the morning to get us some suites. The whole trip will be my treat.” He was about to object, and I shook my head. “Let me do this, Pop. I’m asking you as a man to let me treat my parents to our last family vacation.” I wiped my face to keep my tears at bay. “Please, man.”

“Alright,” he agreed, then pulled me into a hug. “You got this one, son.”

“I appreciate you, man,” I said as I patted his back. “Legit, for everything. You taught me to be a man, and I’ll always appreciate you.”

* * *

“Come take a shower with me,” I said to Legacy as I pulled some ball shorts from the dresser. She looked up from her phone with a surprised look, and I chuckled. This girl was funny as shit without even trying. Her reactions to everything were so pure, and I could tell she was out of her element with a lot of shit when it came to me, but I was cool with that, too.

“Why?” she asked, and I shrugged. “So, you just want me to shower with you just because?”

“Yeah,” I said as I closed the drawer. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the dresser. “Is that a problem?”

“No, it's just the first time a man has ever requested that from me,” she replied, and I smiled internally. I loved that I was introducing her to shit no other nigga had.

“Alright,” I said, nodding. “Well, we're about to shower.” I uncrossed my arms, pushed off the dresser, grabbed a shirt, and threw it to her. “Let’s go.”

“I have clothes,” she laughed, and I shook my head.

‘I want you in my shit,” I said as I stepped into her space. “Is that a problem?”

“No,” she denied, shaking her head. “Again, just something new.”

I licked my lips as I stared down at her. Her brown skin glistened against the light, and I ran my finger across her shoulder. “You ain't ever wore another niggas clothes?” she shook her head, and I chuckled. “I like that shit.” I took her phone from her, tossed it on the bed, and then helped her up.

“Why?”

“Cuz, I like being your first,” I answered, and she nodded. “Now, bring your ass so we can shower, then chill.”

We went to the bathroom, and I started the water. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Legacy try and figure out what she was supposed to do. I stripped off my clothes, threw them in the hamper, and walked over to her. Without words, I grabbed the bottom of her shirt, she lifted her arms, and I pulled it off. I helped her out of her bra, pants, and panties. She stood in front of me naked, and my dick started to brick up. I turned her around, and she watched me through the mirror as I brushed her hair into a ponytail.

“Who taught you to do hair?” she asked.

“My mama got a lot of hair,” I answered. “She was sick a lot when I was a kid, so I learned so I could help her.”

“Is she okay now?” Legacy asked, but I wasn’t ready to say that answer aloud, so I focused on finishing her hair.

“Let’s shower,” I said once I was done and put a shower cap on her head. “Let me tell you right now, if this shit ain't hot enough for you, then you gonna have to accept it. I ain’t burning my damn skin because you like the water to be on hell.”

“I’ll manage if it's not,” she laughed as we got in.

Legacy stood in front of me, and I watched as the water rolled down her skin. I licked my lips and shook my head; maybe this shit wasn’t the best idea because all I wanted to do was get between her thighs. I grabbed my towel and body soap and washed as I watched her. Once I was done, I turned my attention to helping her.

“You ever had a nigga wash you?” I put my lips to her ear and asked her. Legacy shook her head, and I kissed her ear. “Good.” I put the body wash on her African net and rubbed it against her back gently. I took my time washing her back, eventually lowering to my knees so that I was eye to eye with her ass. “You know, taking care of you is easy. Like the shit comes natural for me.”

“Really?” She looked over her shoulder to watch me.

“Legit.” I kissed her cheeks before turning my attention to washing her legs. Once I was done, I turned her around and let out a groan at the sight of pussy in my face. “Ever since I met you, my thoughts have been centered on making sure you were good and wanted for nothing.”

“I’ve never had that before,” she said, and I nodded. I wasn’t surprised, especially since meeting her parents and finding out the back story of that relationship. “I always wonder what my life would’ve been like if my biological mother had beat her cancer. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the opportunity I was given, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that I didn’t grow up in a house of love.”

“Yo mama did what she thought was right,” I said as I focused on washing her feet and legs. “And you’re lucky you didn’t see her suffer. That shit takes a toll on you.”

“I know,” she sighed. “If I ever have kids, I won’t raise them like I was. I was a burden to the people entrusted with my care.”

I moved up her leg, making sure to pay close attention to her pussy before making my way to her belly. The thought of seeing it swollen with my child made my heart slam against my chest. I placed a small kiss on her stomach and then turned my attention to her titties. I dropped the African net on the shower floor and then stood.

“That’s cool cuz I’ma spend the rest of my life making that shit right.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and picked her up. My dick was sitting at the opening of her pussy, and I could feel how hot her shit was.

“Aceyn–”

I kissed her, pushing my tongue into her mouth to stop her from saying whatever she was about to say. I took two steps and rested her back against the wall, unwrapped one of my arms, and reached between our bodies to grab my dick and guide myself in.

“Oh fuck!” she pulled her mouth from me and moaned. “Aceyn!”

“Nah, that’s not my name,” I said into her ear as I fucked her. “You already know that, though. Stop playing with me.” I wanted this to be an easy session, but the way her pussy was gripping my dick, I realized that this was going to be anything but. I grabbed her ponytail, tilted her head back, and bit into her neck.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned.

“Point Guard, you know what kind of pussy you got?” I asked as I pushed into her harder. “You got that shit that’ll have me killing niggas for you.” Her nails dug into my shoulder, and I grinned. “I’ll take every burden from your shoulders and carry that shit.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she panted as I slowed my strokes. I could feel the tip of my dick pushing into her G-Spot with every stroke.

“Nah, ain’t no wait,” I replied. “I’m telling you this so you know what kind of life we're about to have.” I kissed her neck, then put my mouth next to her ear. “I got plans for us. That lonely shit you’re used to is over. We are locked in. Ain’t no reason for you to be afraid of shit. You gonna walk around with a chip on your shoulder because you know that your nigga is stepping behind you. I promise you that you'll always have me in your life until I am no longer on this earth. Shit, you ain’t got no choice but to accept it.”

“Aceyn!”

“I got you,” I chuckled as she started to orgasm. I kept my pace as I fucked her through her first one. I palmed her ass, opening her pussy to make sure I was fully inside and picked up my pace. “You feel this shit we are doing? Do you feel how hard my dick is? That’s cuz of you, Legacy. You are my home, my peace. Do you realize how rare that is? For a nigga like me to know that you were put on this muthafucka for me?” I shook my head. “Baby, I’m the luckiest nigga in the world because of that shit.”

“Baby,” she moaned and dug into my shoulder. I could feel her pussy starting to pulsate again, which meant she was cumming again. “Baby.”

“Easy or hard way, Legacy, but just know, you gonna fall in love with a nigga.” I needed to feel her lips on mine again, so I kissed her. “The outcome is going to be the same no matter what.”