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“G ood morning, beautiful.” I beamed seeing my handsome ass husband with our little boy in his arms.

“Aww, look at him. What time did he wake up” I didn’t even hear him.” My mind started overthinking because normally when Khalil woke up, I could hear him. I was sleeping so well and now I’m feeling guilty because mothers aren’t supposed to oversleep.

“Don’t even get worked about it. I went into his room to check on him after my morning run, and he was lying in there looking around. He wasn’t crying or anything, so I figured he must have just woken up when I came in there. I changed his diaper, fed him, and we watched an hour of cartoons. Velda is here, so I wanted to let you know breakfast will be ready in the next half hour.” My face frowned at the mention of Velda.

She was an amazing lady and a true godsend since I’ve given birth. It just made me feel like less of a woman to need extra help.

“Don’t give me that look. Her being here is non-negotiable. We need extra help, and I’m not about to let you run yourself into the ground trying to prove a point. This isn’t a matter of whether you’re a wonderful mother because I already know you are. Being a good parent means realizing when you need help. I don’t want you burned out and depressed, so whatever I can do to ease any stress from you, I’m going to do that. Khalil and I deserve the best version of you, and we can’t get that if you’re not the best version of yourself. You are the priority, ma.” My heart rate sped up as he walked closer to me.

It was obvious that I was God’s favorite because why else would he send me such an amazing man? Khalid was pure perfection in my eyes. Most women have horror stories about their pregnancies, but mine was such a beautiful experience.

When we took those pregnancy tests at the sleepover, I thought my world was over. Khalid and I hadn’t been together long enough to have a child, and my biggest fear was him not wanting the baby. However, the moment I sent him that picture of my positive test, he immediately jumped into action. It was such an amazing feeling to have someone who was in my corner with no judgment.

Khalid held my hand throughout my entire pregnancy, making sure I had everything I needed. He attended every doctor’s appointment with a thousand questions ready. I loved how excited he was about our baby and that he wanted to know everything there was to know.

When we told his parents, they were so supportive, which also surprised me. In my mind, I thought they’d judge me, but we experienced the opposite. They welcomed me with open arms and did everything they could to make me feel welcome.

First Lady Jordan calls me every single day just to check on me. Not Khalid, not the baby, me. It warmed my heart whenever I saw her contact flash across my screen because I knew she really cared about me. In the event she didn’t call, she’d send an encouraging text with a scripture attached. She asked me about my mental state, telling me it was okay to let people help me. I honestly felt like her son was the one who was putting her up to that one because he knew how much I struggled.

There’s nothing wrong with receiving help, but being a new wife and mother, I wanted to be everything to everyone. I felt like it was my job to take care of them, especially with it being so early in our relationship. No woman likes the idea of another woman taking care of their man. Even though Velda was only cooking and cleaning up, those were things I was supposed to be doing for my family.

My fears of having postpartum caused me to overthink everything. I never wanted to feel like a burden to my family, so I tried to do it all as if I were a superwoman. I wasn’t, and I learned that the hard way.

Being a new mother was full of so many ups and downs. I’d read many books, and none of them prepared me for the hands-on experience. Being someone who loves to be in control, it was hard for me to adjust to this. Failure was the only thing I could see, and it didn’t matter what Khalid said, I still felt so bad.

“You’re too pretty to be over here stressing. Go get in the shower so you can wash up for breakfast. I have plans for you today, so I need you to get dressed.” My eyebrow furrowed at his news. Khalid was a planner like me, and he hadn’t mentioned us having plans prior to today.

“Why is this the first I’m hearing about any plans? My hair looks a mess, and I haven’t even shaved my legs. I’m a mess.” I whined. Motherhood causes me to slack on a lot of areas I hadn’t expected.

Normally, I stayed at the nail salon and wax lady, but it’s been months since I’ve had any kind of personal maintenance.

“Every single part of you is perfect, and I need you to understand that. The only thing I need you to do is wash up and put on some clothes. Let your man handle the rest, do you understand?” I bit down on my bottom lip at his assertiveness. Khalid had one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met, but there was another side of him that was only reserved for me. I loved it when he bossed up on me and told me how it was going to be.

The girls always made jokes about whether he prayed for me when we were intimate, but baby, they didn’t even know the half of it.

“I like it when you tell me what to do,” I purred. We’d been so wrapped up in the baby that I hadn’t been able to get any real alone time with my husband. Of course, both my mother and his offered to watch him, but I wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Even though I could use the break, I cried whenever I left the house for more than an hour.

“Yeah, you say that now until it’s time for you to listen. Baby boy and I are going to head back downstairs until breakfast is ready. I put some of those shower bombs in the caddy for you, so don’t feel as though you need to rush. Put on some music, do the skincare routine that you love so much, and relax. I don’t want you to be worried about the baby, the house, or work. All I want you to do is focus on taking care of yourself. Can you do that for me?” Bending his head down, he planted a kiss on my lips.

I felt like an addict craving his touch. My body shivered the moment he tilted my chin up to deepen the kiss. A moan escaped my mouth as he swirled his tongue around my mouth. Just when it started to really heat up, Khalil’s little whimpers sounded off. I’d almost forgotten he was strapped to his father’s chest because I was so focused on the thoughts of my husband bending me over the sink in the bathroom. Maybe I should call one of his grandmothers over to watch him for a little while. The thought was fleeting because the minute Khalil’s cries grew stronger, I was ready to say fuck this shower.

“Don’t you even think about it. Go get in the shower,” Khalid pointed towards the shower. Reluctantly, I sauntered towards the shower. My husband had a point because it’s been so long since I’ve even done my usual skincare routine.

It’s something I prided myself on because when you have to choose between sleep and eating, the last thing on your mind is a facial scrub. Self-care has been placed on the back burner for now, but it’s time to get back to myself. I can’t remember the time I actually felt beautiful, and I desired to feel sexy in the presence of my husband. Khalid called me sexy all the time, but internally, I felt disconnected from myself. When I looked in the mirror, I saw saggy boobs, dry lips, bags under my eyes. My skin appeared dull, and my hair was a matted mess on the top of my head.

I desperately needed some type of mommy makeover or something. Splashing water on my face, I reflected on the last year of my life. I’d been blessed beyond measure, both in my personal and professional life.

Ever since my family had posted about the events I’d done for them, my following had tripled. Messiah and Rule were my brothers, but they were also my biggest supporters. They always showed support for my business, and it was truly an honor being able to do what I loved. Lately, my lineup has included a mixture of music artists, athletes, and business moguls. This year alone, I’ve grossed astronomical numbers to the point where I had to hire more staff. All my dreams were coming true, and I couldn’t have been happier.

Using the bombs Khalid had mentioned, I turned the shower water as high as I could tolerate it. My head went back as I allowed the water to wash all the stress and worry away from me. There was no such thing as a perfect life, but I had many things to be grateful for. My family was intact and thriving in their own lives. I had a healthy baby and a man who loved me beyond reason. There was nothing I lacked besides rest, and I knew that would come back over time. My music played Sade softly in the background as I began washing my body. My eyes were shut as I meditated on the music. I was so enthralled in my relaxation, I had heard no one come into the bathroom until I felt the cool air from the shower door being opened.

My head snapped back, and my eyes dropped lower once I noticed my husband’s dick standing up thick and tall. Damn. My mouth watered as I recalled all the things he could do with it.

“Don’t just look at it. Come’re.” His command caused a puddle to form between my thighs that wasn’t water. I tried not to seem too eager, but then I realized this man belonged to me. I didn’t have to pretend for him because he didn’t hide the fact that he desired me.

“I asked Velda to keep an eye on Khalil because I needed to assist my wife with her shower.” He grinned that infamous pussy eating smirk I’d grown obsessed with.

“Oh, you just came in here to help me wash my back?” I inquired, stroking his shaft in my hand. I loved running my tiny hands over his mushroom tip. I couldn’t wait to put it in my mouth and have his toes curling. Khalid has one of those pretty, veiny dicks with two tones of brown and beige. I loved it when he made it jump in my hand, motivating me to go even harder. Khalid’s head went back as I jerked him fast, then slow.

“Unh, show me how much you missed me, baby.” He didn’t have to tell me twice because I’d been waiting to taste him. Dropping to my knees, I opened my mouth to receive him.

Every time I sucked his dick, I tried my hardest to take more and more of him than I did the time before. The fact that I could take him to the back of my throat and still have plenty to jack off was insane.

That’s why I never say anything about my man’s size because I’ll fight about this dick right here. I was addicted, with no desire to receive help.

“Ummm, I missed you so much, baby,” I moaned, stroking him with both hands before taking him back into my mouth.

“You missed me, or you missed this dick?” I smirked, knowing he always knew the answer to that question.

“I missed this dick. It’s been way too long, and I need to feel you.” My pussy was wet like a super soaker, and I wanted nothing more than for my husband to bend me over and fuck me until my legs gave out.

“Come’re.” Any time he said that, it always caused a reaction from me. His voice turned me on all the time, but I loved it when he commanded me to do something. It brought out the submissive side of me that I’ve always kept hidden.

“Turn around and put your hands on the wall.” Khalid moved the showerhead so the water was spraying the sides of the wall instead of the center. Doing what I was told, I assumed the position. My body was overheating in anticipation of what I knew was coming next.

“Close your eyes and don’t move. Do you understand me?”

“Umm hmm.”

“Naw, use your words, mama.” His hand smacked across my ass cheeks, causing me to cry out. My clit thumped, and I felt like I was on the verge of an orgasm with no penetration or stimulation.

“Yes, sir. I-I hear you.”

“Good girl. Now close those pretty eyes, and don’t you cum until I tell you to.” Biting down on my bottom lip, I tried my hardest to think about anything else besides my juices dripping down my thigh.

“Yes, sir.” He smacked my ass once more on the other cheek this time. My hand jerked from the wall in response to the sting.

“Didn’t I tell you not to move!” Khalid growled. My body shuddered as I waited for his next move.

“I see it’s been a while, and you seem to have forgotten how things work between us. It’s okay, though; Ima get you right back in line.” He grunted in my left ear. I held in my moan as best as I could, but I was about to cum right at this moment.

“I’m sorry, baby. I promise I know how to listen,” I uttered as he wrapped his hand around my throat. His dick was tapping against my butt from us being so close. To have him this close to me and not be able to feel him was torture. I knew he was enjoying every second of it while I was silently begging him to put me out of my misery.

“Is my pussy wet for me? You ready for me to dig in your pussy, mamas?”

“Yes, please. I need you!” I’ve never been one to beg, but I’d do whatever to have him deep in my stomach. His grip on my throat tightened as he used his other hand to drive me crazy. Khalid swiped between my pussy lips with his middle and index fingers. His fingers were thick, too, so the pressure felt tantalizing. I squirmed in the position I was in, trying to hold myself in place.

“Open your legs,” he ordered. I widened my stance to give him more access to me. He wasted no time pushing his fingers deeper inside of me.

“Ooh, gawd! Unh!” My hands remained in place as my eyes shot open. I don’t know how this man thought it was possible for me to hold my nut in while he teased me in this manner.

“Do I need to stop because you’re moving too much? Huh?”

“No, please don’t stop, baby!” He chuckled deviously as he continued to probe his way inside of me.

“Damn that pussy tight. How you gon’ take this dick, and you can’t even handle my fingers? Are you sure you're ready for me to stretch you out?”

“Yes, sir. I can take it,” I purred, arching my back a little more as he assaulted my G-spot.

“What did I say?”

“Don’t cum, but I don’t think I can hold it much longer!” My stomach twisted, so I already knew it would only be a matter of time. He paid me no mind at all. Instead, he surprised me when he dropped to his knees behind me. His big, strong hands spread my ass cheeks apart before I felt his warm tongue on me.

My knees almost gave out from the contact. Only then did he turn it up a notch.

“Oh, oh, shit!” My hands gripped the walls to keep myself from falling as Khalid devoured me. His tongue ventured between both holes, and I swear I started seeing stars.

“Yes! Ummm, yes!” My mind was all over the place as I tried to process the pleasure he was delivering to my body. My toes started tingling, so I knew it was almost over for me.

“Permission to cum, sir! Please! I-” I bit down on my lip when he separated both cheeks and licked me from top to bottom.

“Cum on my face, pretty!” My body erupted before he could even finish his words, and I embraced the feeling.

“Ugh! Shit!” my mouth hung out as the orgasm took complete control of my body.

“That’s it, baby. Feed your man.” He gripped and smacked my ass, catching every drop that flowed from my fountain. I thought he’d give me time to recover, but when I felt him pushing inside of me, I almost lost my footing. His arm was curled under my stomach, so he held me up while pumping into me.

“Naw, you said you wanted to feel me, so you got to stay right here.” The only thing that could be heard was the music, water, and the sound of our skin slapping together. His hand returned to my neck without him breaking his connection to me.

“I’ve been missing you so bad. Damn, this pussy feels so good.” Smack .

“Umm!” Smack . I knew I’d have red handprint marks all over my butt by the time this was over, but I didn’t mind it. Khalid was constantly leaving his mark on me, and it turned me on whenever I saw them.

“Can I go deeper?” My head nodded in response to his question because he was fucking me so good; words eluded me.

Smack !

“Use. Your. Words!” He gritted, choking me hard while increasing the speed of his pumps.

“Yes, sir! Go as deep as you want!” Clearly, I no longer had control over my mind because what on earth would possess me to say some mess like this? Khalid chuckled from behind me, so I knew he was thinking the same thing.

“I ain’t gone do you like that, baby. Throw it back on this dick.” His wish was my command, so I gave him a preview of what his wife used to do at the clubs. Gripping the water spigot below, I popped my ass on his dick. The sensation alone caused me to moan, but when I peered back and saw the satisfied look on my husband’s face, I turned up even more. Bouncing my ass cheeks simultaneously, I fucked him back just like he asked me to.

“Argh, you tryna show out, mama? Huh?” Smack . I moaned with my tongue hanging out of my mouth. I let my husband be in control most of the time, but I got great pleasure knowing I could bring him to his knees with this pussy. He loved that shit, too.

“Keep playing with me, and you’re going to end up pregnant. I’m not pulling out of what belongs to me.” His warning didn’t faze me one bit because I’d gotten on the pill after having Khalil. He could fill me up like a cream donut, and it wouldn’t change a thing.

“Fill me up then, Daddy. Just keep stroking me.” My man’s stamina was out of this world. Prior to him, I never met a man who could nut and keep going. Normally, it was one and done. Not with him. I thought my sex drive was high, but he had me beat. I always tried to make it a competition, even though he usually wins.

“Touch your toes for me. You said I can go as deep as I want, right?” A smirk spread across my face, and I was glad he couldn’t see it.

“Yes, baby. Ooh!” Khalid removed himself from me just to push himself all the way inside of me. He didn’t move right away, which made it even worse. I tried rocking back and forth on him, but he shot me down.

“Don’t move.” My muscles were tightening around him. His long rod filled every inch of me, and I was having muscle spasms trying not to cum on it.

“Baby, please,” I whined while he teased me. I needed him to put me out of my misery.

“What do you need, ma? Whatchu want daddy to do?”

“Make me cum!”

“Say less.” Within three strokes, my legs started shaking.

“Unh! I’m cummin!”

“Wet me up, pretty. Give me all that nut you’ve been holding in. I want to have it dripping down my dick. Don’t hold back.”

I came long and hard, causing me to lose my balance for the final time. Khalid lifted me up in his arms, peppering my face with kisses. I giggled while relishing the love he was giving me.

“I love you.” Hearing those words would never get old to me. I felt the power behind them, and he showed me with his actions.

“I love you too. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“It’s my job to take care of you not only financially, but mentally and physically. When I say I got you, I mean in every aspect.” Reaching up, I held his braids in my hand as I pulled him closer to me.

“Don’t start, or we’ll never make it to breakfast.”

“What if I want to skip it anyway and just have you?” I asked. My body had been void of his touch for so long that I wanted nothing more than to have him inside of me for the rest of the day.

“Your body needs nourishment. Trust me, I plan on having my way with you as soon as we get back home tonight.” Khalid carried me into the room, and then wrapped a towel around me.

“Where exactly are we going tonight? You still haven’t told me anything about what these mystery plans are.” He smirked while laying me across the bed. Taking the towel, I lay there as he dried me off. Khalid took such good care of me, and I didn’t mind sitting back and letting him do it.

“Where’s your lotion at?”

“Right over there.” I pointed to the basket that held all the lotions I used to moisturize my skin. He rubbed his hands together to make sure the lotion wasn’t too cold. Little things like that always made to feel special. Most men wouldn’t even think about doing things like this, but he did. He paid attention to the little details about me, and it warmed my heart.

“I thought we were going somewhere together.”

“We are going somewhere together, but first, I have a couple of things I need you to take care of before our date.” My face frowned in confusion until I heard my sister’s familiar voice.

“Where you at, sissy?!!!” Walking into the foyer, not only was my sister there, but so were Ciyani, Miyana, and Janae.

“What are y’all doing here?”

“Bro told us you were out here looking like a hairy, claw-footed banshee, and he requested up to come and rescue his wife from under there.” I chuckled at Ren’s jabs at me. If no one else was going to tell me the truth, I knew she would.

“Woah now, sis. That’s not what I said. I only called them so they could help you get pampered for our date tonight. You’re beautiful to me no matter what, but I know how you are about going out when you don’t feel your best. I’m not accepting any excuses, so I went to the experts.” Khalid’s face was bright red as he attempted to explain what really happened. I found it so funny, knowing he didn’t want to hurt my feelings.

“It’s okay, baby. I know I’ve been looking a little scary lately. I’m going to get it together.”

“You’re damn right you are. We already got all our equipment ready; let’s get to it!” Janae declared. These ladies were my sisters, so to see them in my living room made me so emotional.

“I know damn well you’re not about to cry. My nephew has really done a number on you.” Ren walked over, wrapping her arms around me. I’d confided in her about my depression since becoming a mother, and she assured me there was no reason to beat me up. She rubbed my back as I sobbed into her shoulder. Everyone thought Serenity was the mean one, but out of all of us siblings, she possessed the more nurturing heart. She’d been my guardian and protector for as long as I could remember.

Shortly after, I felt multiple sets of arms around me, giving me strength from every angle. They had no clue what them just being here was doing for me. I felt encouraged, knowing they were concerned about me and wanted to make me feel better. That was love in action.

A lot of times, women get pregnant, and they lose friends by the time they get to the birth. These ladies have stuck beside me throughout the entire process with love, support, and laughter. I knew they would love and protect Khalil with the same love they’d have for themselves. Everyone wasn’t as blessed, and I’d never take it for granted.

“Alright, we are on a time crunch, so let’s get you set up so we can do this transformation,” Yaya called out. I was still curious about the fact that everyone seemed to know what was going on except me.

“I’m going to start first because once I get her hair washed, we can put her in the chair, and you can get started on her,” Ciyani explained to her.

“Sounds like a plan. Bro, can you show us where you want us to set up?” Yaya inquired. No one cared that I was standing here completely confused by everything going on around me.

“Y’all can come with me. Ciyani, I put some towels in the kitchen because I wasn’t sure where you wanted to set up. If you need me to help y’all with anything, let me know.” I watched my man go down the hall, flashbacks of our time in the shower playing in my mind.

“Look at you over there drooling with your lovesick ass,” Janae teased.

“Girl, I know you’re not talking about her because we almost needed to pry you off Wisdom’s lap to even make it here. You recognize the gleam in her eye because you have the same one.” Yaya put her on blast.

“We’re supposed to be cousins, and this is how you do me?” Janae pretended to be hurt.

“Girl, bye! You are obsessed with that man, and there’s no denying it.”

“Hey, I never said you were wrong because I’m on that man real bad.” She snickered while glancing down at her phone. Wisdom was equally crazy about her as she was about him.

“Exactly, so don’t come for my sister because she’s over here with drool on her lip, watching her man.” My mouth dropped open as I wiped my face to make sure there wasn’t any actual drool on it.

I won’t lie and say there weren’t times when I blanked out from admiring my man, especially when he used to let me work out with him. I rarely got anything done messing around with him.

“Y’all haven’t been here for more than a few minutes and are always on good bullshit. I can’t help but stare at my man because, thanks to your nephew, I hardly get to do anything besides look at him,” I huffed, although I hadn’t complained. This was an adjustment for all of us.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about any of that because Khalil is on his way to his Gigi Elantra’s house, and I’m telling you right now, she’s not giving him back.” My stomach dropped the moment the words left Ren’s lips.

“What do you mean?” my hands started sweating at the idea of my baby being away from me overnight.

“I’m taking Khalil to momma’s house, and he will not be returning until morning. Your husband has a nice evening planned for you that does not include last night’s feedings and diaper changes. And don’t even bother with the tears because you, my good sister, need this night out. He will be perfectly happy and healthy. The only thing you need to do is make sure you pump as much as you can before it’s time for you to get dressed.” She must have known I was getting ready to freak out.

My son has not left this house since he was born, so I was nervous about how he would react. We were just a few months away from holidays, so we hadn’t been in any hurry to take him out lately. I hadn’t even been to Granny Lula’s house, although she made sure we got our plates every Sunday.

“I can see your mind reeling, and you can save all of that. He has everything he needs, including two new winter coats and a snowsuit. I bought and washed him some bottles, pacifiers, and blankets as well.”

“So, you’re basically kidnapping my baby?” I smiled, even though I was nervous. I knew in my heart he’d be perfectly safe; it was me who was the problem.

“That man in there loves you with his whole heart, and he wants you to relax and breathe a little.”

“It’s easier said than done. I appreciate his efforts, though. He worries about me all the time, so I know his heart is in the right place.”

“Sis put that good pussy on the pastor’s son, and now he’s locked in for life.” I snickered at Ren’s silliness. She wasn’t lying, though we were locked in for life.

Ciyani washed my hair, Miyana did my nails, Janae hooked up my brows, and, of course, my sister gave me a glam look like only she could. I stared at myself in the mirror after they helped me pick out a dress for me to wear.

“Charity, you are naturally beautiful, but baby, you are shutting shit down tonight.” Yaya complimented me. I’ve become an emotional wreck since having my son, so it came as no surprise to me when I felt Serenity dabbing under my eyes.

“Now, I’m not about to tell you again. Don’t mess up my hard work. Now get out of this house and enjoy your night. I’m taking my nephew to momma’s house. Don’t call us; we’ll call you.” I rolled my eyes in response. The idea of my baby sleeping away from home hadn’t resonated with me yet. As a mother, you worry about everything and nothing at all. My momma has raised five children, yet I felt uneasy about her keeping him overnight.

“I appreciate you ladies coming through for my baby. I affirm her beauty every day, but I understand sometimes beauty is in the eye of the behold. Thank you for bringing to life what I see every day.” My heart swelled with pride. I’d really lucked up with my husband.

“Okay, brother-in-law! Talk yo’ shit!” Serenity hyped him up. I showered my little man with more kisses than he could stand. His little face scrunched up in irritation.

“Girl, you are doing way too much. My nephew does not want your dick suckers all over his face,” Ren teased. I gave her the middle finger, then got a few more sniffs of his neck. I loved the smell of newborn babies.

“Goodbye, mommy’s baby! I miss you already!”

“Dramatic ass. Come on, Pooh. Let me get you away from your momma before she stuffs you in her dress.” I snickered because it wasn’t too far-fetched. The ladies hugged me one by one before leaving out the door. Khalid held me from behind while I watched Ren carry my baby out of the door.

“I meant what I said! You’re only allowed two “Is he okay?” text message. I don’t want to block you, but I will,” Ren warned. She could go straight to hell with her demands. If I wanted to Facetime my baby in the middle of the night, I would.

“She won’t have her phone; don’t even worry about it. If anything happens, you can call my phone. I planned to have her occupied for the rest of the night.” His declaration caused my nipples to harden.

“Oop, say less. I love y’all. Enjoy your night, and make Khalil a sister!” She yelled out. Of course, she slammed the door before I could protest her request. Another baby was the furthest thing from my mind right now.

“Come on, love. I’m trying to show you off before I wear you out.” Khalid winked, smacking me on the butt. God, I loved this man.