Page 32 of Love's Most Wanted

“Heating pad and not just any heating pad. This muthafucka here got a timer on it and eight settings.” I set the box to the side before looking up from it to see her watching me, a smile laced throughout her soft ass lips.

“This was sweet of you, Unique.” She nodded, glancing down for a little longer than usual. “But what are you doing all this for?”

“’Cause you my wife.”

“I am, but not really.” Her eyes followed my every move as I started balling the bags up.

“Then what the fuck am I paying Mack for if you not?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t. Long as you my wife as declared by the courts, I’m liable to make sure you good. Now go handle ya business while I get all this shit situated for you.”

Kabrina looked me over for a beat, then nodded before hopping down from the bar stool. While she was gone, I rinsed out and dried a few bowls from her cabinet and put some of the snacks inside of the shit.

By the time I had her coffee table set out, she was coming from the bathroom with that same subtle, lingering smile on her face.

“Would you believe I am already hungry?” She came and sat down next to me but kept a respectable space between us.

“I am too, but a nigga like me always hungry.” I ate a chip, and she snatched the bowl from me playfully to put one into her mouth.

“I want Mexican food.” She scrunched her nose.

“I can fuck with that.”

“Well, what doyouwant?”

“Whatever you want, love. Men ain’t as picky as females. My pops didn’t raise no picky niggas.”

Chuckling, she asked, “What’s wrong with a man having things he likes and doesn’t like.”

“Nothing, but only bitch niggas sit up and argue with a woman about shit like food. Same type of niggas that will wanna wear a fucking veil at the wedding and walk down the aisle too.”

Kabrina laughed, and I loved hearing that shit. I’d always been a nigga who could make a person laugh, but for some reason, hers meant more.

“Well, we won’t have that problem because we’re already married.” She winked.

“Aye, don’t do that unless you gon’ give me some.” I sank down into the couch, keeping my eyes on her.

“Give you some what?” She jerked her neck back, and I couldn’t smother the laughter.

“Some pussy. You owe me anyway ’cause I’m yo’ husband.” I ate some of the candy from one of the other bowls she hadn’t snatched. “Matter fact, I ain’t ordering shit. Get up and cook me something,Kabrina Compton. Women need to be back in the kitchen and on their backs like in them old days. Y’all got too many rights now and don’t know how to act, voting, wearing pants and shit,” I joked, flinching when she smacked my head just as I handed off my phone for her order.

She was laughing, though, and that was all that mattered.

“You wish, nigga.” She cackled, taking my phone to look through the DoorDash app for a place of her choice. She tapped around some, then handed it back for me to add my own food. “I heard when you get married, the sex stops, so that’s perfect.” She was cheesing all hard like she was funny as fuck with that one.

I gave her a feigned chuckle.

“I heard that, and it’s exactly why I ain’t getting married for real. Trying to stop Asif’s ass while I can since all my other brothers have gone through with that shit.” I sent the order through.

“Good luck with that. I saw hearts in that man’s eyes. And I talked to his fiancée for a quick second. She’s smart and beautiful. Don’t convince your brother to lose out.”

“Asif don’t listen to nobody anyway, especially with anything regarding Stazi. Plus, I would never. I was fucking around.”

“I know.” She smirked. “I don’t think that sex thing is true.”

“Man, I don’t know. All my brothers, with the exception of Cemone, had kids before they got married. And now that they’re married, they ain’t had not a one. You know why?”