Page 12 of Pulse of True Soulmates

The way my father’s face scrunched and tightened at the same time sent me into a laughing fit.

“If I never in my years got a tattoo, why at my tender age of fifty-eight years old would I want one?” He glanced at his wife.

“Woman, you better sit down somewhere.” He was officially over the conversation.

“How are things going with baby girl?” He asked about Aeon.

Just the thought of her made my heart rate increase. “It’s been good as hell, Dad. I’m gonna marry that girl.” There was a moment of silence. “Y’all are still coming to her father’s birthday party, right? There’s supposed to be a who’s who of local government officials there.”

The time was almost here for Mr. Blackwell’s birthday party.

When my mother and I met Aeon, she was shopping for the party.

You would have thought the party was next week or so, but no.

The party was almost three months away. With the guest list, she had to send off invitations well in advance because of the schedule of some invitees.

“You know we’re going to be there. I already have my dress, and your daddy suit just got tailored the other day,” my mother informed me.

When Aeon came over to bring their invitation, my mother was so excited.

It wasn’t often that my daddy and she got the chance to get jazzy to go out.

“How you feel about finally meeting her daddy?”

My shoulders lifted toward my ears. “I don’t feel any kind of way. It’s about time, but I get it. Aeon needed to feel secure in our relationship before she wanted to introduce me to her father. Her ex, Troy, messed her up, man.”

“Well, Son, you have her heart now, so take care of it. I can only imagine how it feels to have a disability that is rare, not always easy to explain, and alters your lifestyle.” With a prideful smile, my father continued.

“When I see the way you love her, it lets me know that me and ya mama raised you right. She’s a good fit for you, her and Midnite. ”

We all chuckled at that because that dog was a damn mess.

I purchased a pillow for him for my parents’ house because my mother said that he was not welcomed on her couch.

I thought the pillow would be enough, but I was wrong.

The next time I came over here, there was a children’s loveseat here for her.

My mother wanted her fur daughter to be comfortable.

I glanced at the clock on the wall over the couch. “Let me get out of here. My baby and Fatima are coming to the shop to get tats today.”

My father’s finger went up quickly. “Don’t say shit to me, Cetta. Not a word.”

My grown ass mother crossed her arms over her chest and fixed her lips into a pout. In an audible mumble, she said, “See when the next time you get some pussy.”

I jumped up from my seat. “Yep, I’ll talk to y’all later.” No couth . . . My parents had no fucking couth.

When I got to the shop, my baby and Fatima were already there.

It wasn’t a surprise to see her eating our Greek lamb salad.

“What’s up, baby?” I asked before I leaned down to kiss her Mediterranean vinaigrette flavored lips and tongue.

I made sure I showed Midnite some love since his ass finally fucked with me for real.

“Hey, baby. I missed you all day,” she cooed from her recliner seat. Her hair was up in her signature ponytail.

I leaned down and put my lips to her ear to whisper. “Keep looking at me like that. I’m going to take you in my office to show you something.”

“Y’all stop being nasty,” Fatima reprimanded from Julian’s tattoo seat. The tattoo design that she and Aeon decided on was one of Julian’s. He was tatting Fatima, and I would tat my baby. Both were getting the design on their forearms.

Aeon waved her off and told her to mind her business.

When I got over to my station, Julian put his tattoo gun down.

He told Fatima to give him a minute before he told me that he wanted to talk to me in his office.

He closed the door once we both walked in.

The worry that covered his face told me that bullshit was soon coming.

“Aye, when I came in, Sandy told me that Alesha came in here earlier looking for you. Bro, I’m not sure what you did to that damn girl. Her ass is like a water bug. She goes away for a while, then pops back up.”

I dropped my head on his words. What the fuck! “Man, there ain’t no way. I don’t need this shit. What did Sandy tell her?”

“She said she told her that you weren’t here,” Julian confirmed. “I’m just giving you a heads up. I’m not sure if her ass is going to pop back up.”

I told him that I appreciated him. This bitch, Alesha, was aggravating.

A couple weeks ago, she commented under a picture of Aeon and me on my Instagram business page.

It was a picture of us in front of the lounge with my arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

It was a promo post for our couples’ night event.

I didn’t think too much about it; I just blocked her page.

Aeon was finished eating by the time Julian and I came out of the office. It was time for me to bless her skin with my ink. “You ready, baby?”

I helped her stand from her seat. With a weary smile, she said, “I’m ready. I’m nervous though.”

“How can I help you be less nervous?” I asked her lowly. When her head pivoted and eyes landed on my office, I knew what it was. “Alright now, you know how your ass gets. If that pulse-ox and blood pressure ain’t right, you are not getting this tat today, Aeon.”

She gave me a cute pout. “I mean, you can just nibble on it a lil bit.” She glanced down at her feet coyly then back at me.

My lips connected to hers. “Come on.” I looked down at Midnite. “Midnite, we’ll be back. I got her.”

He walked over to the setup of buttons that we had for him. Most of the buttons he was already familiar with here. We added a few buttons that took him about a month to get the hang of. “Ok, Deck.”

It took a while for Midnite to trust that I had his mommy’s best interest at heart and that I could take care of her.

Since Aeon and I had been together, she has had two episodes that I was there for.

Midnite helped me make sure she was alright.

That was when he knew I could handle taking care of his mommy.

When we got into my office, I closed and locked the door.

Our kiss was passionate as I walked her backward to my desk.

There was nothing on my desk that had to move for Aeon to lay down.

I didn’t notice that she wore a skirt until she opened her legs to expose her uncovered pussy.

My brow arched. “You walked around all day without panties, Aeon? I know better than that shit.”

“Baby, I took them off before we came here,” she said as she put her fingers between her legs to play in her beautiful pussy. “You know I would not do that. Now eat before you make me late for my tattoo appointment.”

I grabbed her under thigh, bent her legs back, then commenced to eating her pretty pussy. Her moans were low and sexy as fuck. It took less than a minute for me to pull that first nut out of her.

After the first few times that we had sex, Aeon warned me that POTS could sometimes cause a decreased libido and orgasmic dysfunction.

The orgasmic dysfunction had not been an issue for us.

The decreased libido was not a big issue.

The only time she wasn’t in the mood for sex was after an episode, which was understandable, or when she went into a depressive state. That shit didn’t bother me.

“Fuck, Deck! I’m about to cum again. I love you,” she declared through her moans. Seconds later, her legs knocked against the sides of my head, and her pussy wet my beard. I love this pussy.

After that nut, I pulled back before her ass got too worked up and started to beg for the dick. I kissed her inner thigh. “I love you too.”

I smacked her thigh and told her to stay there so I could clean her up. It was another fifteen minutes for both of us to get cleaned up before we came out of the room. My baby was a lot less nervous.

Fatima’s nose turned up. “I don’t know if I’m ready to be an auntie.” She glanced down at Midnite. “Midnite, you see your mama and daddy being nasty?”

Midnite lifted his head from the pillow he lay on. His head tilted from side to side before he got up, shifted his body to turn away from her, then lay down. Julian burst into laughter. “Yo, he’s really not fuckin’ with you.”

Fatima had been bringing up babies since she knew Aeon and I were having sex.

It sounded to me like she wanted to be an auntie because I knew that she knew Aeon was on birth control.

My baby sat in my seat so I could prep what I needed for her tattoo.

Julian had the design already printed for me, which was slightly different from Fatima’s.

Just as I settled to start the process for the tat, I heard Julian grumble a low fuck.

I followed his eyes to the staircase. Man, fuck is right.