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I looked at my wife as she laughed, something she hadn’t done for a few months. “Look so happy and at peace.”

Blaze looked over at me. “You did that… got out your head and fixed it. I’m not afraid to get on my knees and beg for that woman right there. We fuck up, we’re men and that tends to happen…what happens after, that’s what really fucking counts.”

“She over there kissing stomachs like I’m not gonna be kissing hers next.” Goon stared at Zoya, who was dancing with Capri.

“You get what you want… you gonna get the girl.”

Blaze blew smoke into my face. “Fuck all that shit… who your best man gonna be?”

He asked like he already asked Zoya to marry him, and she gave him an answer. “You and Capp available to plan it… all I’m asking? I need my aunt Maxine to cook, though…have Gams and Jean come through with the other food.”

When Blaze held his spliff between his lips and pulled his phone and went to his notes, I tuned the both of them out. “Heard you… we got you.”

I didn’t know who was worse: Cappadonna and Blaze for thinking they were wedding planners, or Goon for being serious about the shit.

Capri stopped dancing with Erin and held the side of her stomach. Blaze jumped up and tossed his lit spliff in my lap. “You fucking burned me!”

“Suga! I told you throwing that ass was dangerous!” he was yelling as he ran over toward her. She was leaned down and then blew a cloud of sand in his face, as he fell back onto the sand and she quickly ran away.

As quick as a pregnant woman carrying twins would. “I’m gonna fuck you up, Suga!” He hollered, holding his eye as she held onto her knees, laughing. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I put the spliff out and went over toward Anjo, who was laughing in his face.

“Anjo,” I called, and she turned around and looked at me.

Her face dropped like something was wrong. “What’s wrong, Simmy?”

I smiled. “Nothing, I wanna show you something.”

I extended my hand and hers slid into mine as she stuck her tongue at Blaze. “I’m done with him, Meer… I’m leaving him. I’ll be a single mother on the bus,” Blaze mocked her.

“Who went to who?” She raised her brow.

Blaze laughed while trying to get the sand out his eyes. “You right… Had King Inferno on his fucking knees.”

“And did!” they both slapped hands while doing some sprinkle shit with their fingers while I stood there unimpressed.

Grabbing a handful of her ass, I got closer to her ear. “Let me hear you say that shit tonight, Anjo.”

Her body reacted while I kept her ass in my hand and kissed her neck. “Simmy,” she released a low moan.

“Yeah, see … I’ll find my way back to the house. Suga, come fucking help me get this sand out my eyes,” Blaze hopped up, not wanting to hear us.

I pulled her behind me as we walked down the beach.

We were on the Delgato side, and while I was trying to get my wife back over to our side, Erin came over with Capone.

“Listen, I was talking to Winnie’s cousin in town, and she told me there has been some dolphins spotted nearby.

I already told Capri, don’t let them touch your stomach, Blair. ”

Capone stood behind her, motioning for us to agree because he was trying to get some from her. When she spun around, he tried to act normal by nodding his head and agreeing with her.

“I promise, Erin,” Blair said, trying to hold her laugh in.

As she was about to go deep into her research, Capone picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and walked away. “Ya’ll gonna thank me for all this damn research!”

“Nobody asked!” Cappadonna yelled while he and Alaia laid on their towels on the beach and rubbed each other’s feet.

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I ignored them and held my baby close as we made the trek back to our side. “Where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you.”

She became excited when I mentioned a surprise. “What is it?”

“You’ll see.” I kissed her hand.

When we got closer to the house, she looked at the woman waiting for us. “How is this a surprise?”

“She’s taking our maternity pictures, love. When we go back home, I have some scheduled with us and Elijah, too.”

She took a sigh of relief. “Simmy.”

I watched as she looked at the woman and then me. “I hear you, Blair… I hear everything you say. I’m listening… always.”

She kissed me on the lips and then pulled back in panic. “I don’t have any clothes for a shoot… I can pu?—”

“I want to capture you nude, Anjo… in your natural state because you so fucking beautiful. The sun shining on your body while you’re in peace.”

“Right here on the beach?”

“Yeah. Everybody knows that we’re doing maternity pictures over here.”

“I don’t have any makeup on.”

“Don’t need any.”

I watched as the photographer spoke with her and ran down the poses she wanted her to be in, and what she felt comfortable doing. She had a red silk sheet that she had Anjo drape across her, hiding her breasts and between her legs, but her stomach was on display.

Like I did in Bali, I watched her in her zone, the light fighting to cover her. Dripped in the sun, her complexion glowed. It was glowing because our baby girl was inside of her. The one sent to heal the both of us.

She laughed while the photographer talked about whatever and told her to pull her cover girl out. The smile that graced my face happened on its own as she looked over at me. This was my wife. The woman that I never thought I would have.

The one who knew her worth and didn’t give a fuck that the streets called me King Inferno. A woman that used to be so broken, but had fixed the pieces on her own, and I handed her the glue. So determined to be more than someone’s wife and have her own career and life.

My wife.

A woman who had been failed by the foster system until she met another remarkable woman to love her. Anjo’s only problem was loving too hard and giving that to the wrong people. Despite life breaking her down, she never broke.

Strength.

Even when she didn’t feel the strength, second guessed it, and wondered if she would ever find love, she never stopped loving or showing up for her friends.

Every time I thought about her battling cancer on her own, making the conscious decision never to give up when life was beating her down, it brought tears to my eyes.

Despite never getting the love she deserved, she welcomed a broken boy who needed love into her heart, protecting him as if she pushed him out herself. I could feel the tears coming down my face as I watched her.

“Hubby, you want to join her?”

I wiped my face and took my shirt off and joined her. Putting my arms around her and kissing her shoulder. “Simmy, you’re crying.”

“I’m good, love… smile,” I kissed her shoulder while pointing to the photographer, and she was more concerned with me, turning in my arms.

She wiped the tears that fell from my eyes. “Tell me, baby… what’s the matter?”

“Thank you, Blair.”

Her eyebrow raised. “For what?”

Her soft voice caressed my eardrums while she held my face in her hands. “For never giving up on me, baby. When you should have walked away, you never did.”

“Because you’re worthy of being loved,” she said softly. “Worthy of being reminded that you matter. We were both broken, yes… you.” her voice cracked. “You were more broken because you couldn’t believe you deserved this.”

She took my hand and placed it on her stomach. Our daughter kicked wildly against my palm.

“Simmy, you are worthy of a second chance at love. At fatherhood. Worthy of being loved the way you love everyone else. You don’t ever have to apologize for that, baby. Not to me.” She softly pressed her lips against mine.

The photographer continued to take pictures as I kissed her lips and held onto her like I never wanted to let her go, and I didn’t want to let her go.

She and Elijah were my entire world.

“Simmy,” she whispered and looked down at my hardened dick.

I wanted her. Nah, I needed her right now, and didn’t give a fuck about these pictures right now. Sniffing her neck, I kissed her softly. “I need you right now, Anjo.”

She kissed my lips again and pulled away. “Right now?”

“Now.”

She didn’t even need to tell the photographer that we were done, because she peeped game and told us she would email us the photos once she was finished editing them. I watched as she blushed and scurried off the beach, and I looked back at my wife.

“That poor lady was about to turn red with the way you was all over me, Simmy,” she laughed as I picked her up and carried her off the beach.

“Her freaky ass looked like she wanted to watch.”

“Simmy,” she laughed and kissed my face, running her tongue down my neck. I paused in my steps and looked at her. “What?”

I abandoned my mission on the house and walked over toward the backyard with the outside bed she was sleeping on the other day. “You acting up.”

She laughed and sucked on my lips. “I mean… it’s been a while.”

“And I apologize for that,” I placed her gently down on the bed, and opened her legs, as she looked up at me.

Kissing her inner thigh, her body shuttered as I kissed my way up to her pussy. “Missed you.”

She scooted slightly back, and I pulled her closer as I nibbed at her pussy lips, and she blew out a breath. “Simmy… wait.”

I looked up at her while giving her soft kisses on her second pair of lips. “What you saying wait for now?”

She looked down at me. “Gentle baby… not like usual.”

I kissed her thigh. “I know, we got the little cock blocker in there.”

Blair busted out laughing as I dug back in, and she pulled at my hair while moaning. With how loud she was, she was probably heard on the other side of the beach. I gently bit her lips as she pushed herself closer to me.

When I felt her leg shaking, I pulled up and kissed her on the lips, while she held my face in place, sucking on my lips.

My briefs hit the floor while my dick sprang free, and I climbed onto the bed. “Ride this dick, my love.”

Helping her, she straddled me, and I felt her body shiver as she slid down slowly on me. My toes were curled when I felt the inside of her. My damn eyes became misty because the shit felt that good. Her hands held onto my chest as she bounced up and down, keeping the eye contact.

I held onto her hips and stopped her, before taking control. Her breasts hit her chest as her lip quivered and she moaned. “Simmyyyyy! Fuck.”

“Why… you… playing? Who?”

“King,” she corrected herself.

I bit my bottom lip as I felt the wetness of her pussy, the juiciness making a slapping noise every time I brought her back down onto me. Her nails dug into my forearms as she screamed out.

Switching positions, I slid into her from behind as she laid on her side. Kissing her neck, I shoved more of me inside of her while she gasped softly. “This is what you wanted, right?”

“Uh hummm,” she moaned as she reached back and held onto me. “I…I needed this, King,” she cooed.

“Love you so much, baby… you know that, right? Tell me that you know that” I hit her with a harder thrusts, and she gasped. “I don’t hear your fucking mouth, Blair.”

Her nails dug into my hips as if she was trying to hold onto something. “I know that baby… I…ahh… I know,” she screamed out.

Turning her face, I covered her mouth with mine as I turned her on her back, and slid right back inside her. “There’s nobody like you… the world needs a million good women, but they can never be you or have you, my love.”

I sucked on her tongue while she held onto my face, and I pushed back into her, sucking on her neck. “My king.”