Page 32 of This Is Law 3

I eventually stopped the video, and I placed my phone in my pocket, stepping closer to her, putting my hands on her ass. As much as I wanted to kiss her, I didn’t do it because she’d done her make-up, and she would bitch about me messing up her lip combo, or whatever she called that shit.

“This new, or you already had it? You look fuckin good,” I asked, referring to the dress. She laughed.

“It’s new. I got it when I went to the mall with Milan. I used your card to pay for it,” she responded.

“Shit, I don’t care. Go back, and get like twenty more,” I joked. I pecked her on her cheek, knowing that that was all that she was going to allow me to do, and then I stepped back.

I reached behind her, opened the door, allowing her to walk out first.

“Let’s go check on the boys first before we leave,” she said, which was cool because I was going to already suggest that.

“Ay, let me talk to you. I don’t care how much convincing they may try to do, especially Creed, they asses not going with us. This our little date night that they not invited to,” I had to give a disclaimer because I knew Yaya.

Her dramatic ass kids would try to pretend like their feelings were so hurt behind not going out with us tonight, and she would be quick to give in, tell them to throw some clothes on, and just go with us.

As if she was paying me the least bit of attention, she just waved her hand at me, kept on walking, and we were now standing in front of the boys room, which was at the end of the hall.

Yaya knocked on the door, and moments later, it opened.

Legend came to the door. He was in sweatpants, wife beater, and socks on his feet.

They had a similar suite to ours, so I was able to look in, and see the living room area.

Creed was sitting there, and they had food spread out on the table, that I’m sure they ordered to the room.

“You look pretty,” Legend said to his mother.

“Thank you, baby,” she responded, reaching her arms out, and hugging him. As they were hugging, he reached a hand out, so that he could slap it up with me.

“Creed, come to the door too,” I reached my head in to say. Creed stood up from the couch that he was sitting on, and he walked over to the door. He complimented Yaya, just like Legend did, and he reached out to slap hands with me.

“I’m not going to even trip that we didn’t get invited. Go ahead, and have ya’ll little date night,” Creed had the nerve to say.

“Yeah, aight. Stay in here for the rest of the night. Don’t leave this room for shit.

Anything ya’ll need, call down, and they’ll bring it up for you.

Creed, don’t try me lil nigga. I would hate for you to get your ass beat while you’re on vacation.

If ya’ll need us, call us. We have our phones.

Try not to need us though,” I said, and Yaya shoved me for saying that.

“Call us for anything. Don’t leave the room though. Give me one last hug, so we can go,” Yaya jumped in to say her piece.

The boys gave her the hugs that she was asking for, and I hugged them too, reiterating my rules, and we didn’t walk away from the door until we saw them close, and lock it.

Once that was done, we walked over to the elevators, where I pressed the button for it to take us down, and the doors opened within seconds.

I stepped back, allowing Yaya to walk on first, and once she was in, I stepped in, standing right behind her, putting my large hand on her stomach, and I leaned my head into the crook of her neck.

“Where we going?” she asked me.

“On a date,” I replied, not giving her any details because I wanted what I’d planned for us to be a surprise.

She knew that even if she kept asking, I wasn’t going to give her any details, so she didn’t ask again.

We made it to the first floor, and she stepped off first, while I walked behind her. I was walking behind her, being her security, but also just admiring this view of her from the back. Yaya was so sexy, and her walk in those heels was one that held so much confidence.

I’d given her clear instructions to just head out to the back, going for the water, and once we made it to the sand, she didn’t even have to say anything; she just turned to look at me, like I was supposed to know what that look meant, and I did, which is why I lifted her up, carrying her bridal style with just one arm, and I walked us over to the private boat that I knew belonged to us for the night.

I was able to get in contact with a company that would take us on a moonlit catamaran cruise.

We would sail along Montego Bay under the stars, while eating some good food.

I knew Yaya would enjoy it, and I was just in the business of trying to make my girl happy, so here we were.

I didn’t put Yaya down on her feet until we were right in front of the luxury catamaran yacht. It was 55 feet long, which wasn’t so small, but it also wasn’t the biggest, either. The yacht was wide though, giving us a lot of deck space, and letting us have options on where we could be at tonight.

As we were standing out here, you could hear the soft reggae music that was playing inside. Yaya turned to look at me with a smile on her face, and all I did was kiss her forehead, making it quick because the captain, and another one of the crew members came over, getting ready to greet us.

“Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Crawford. I’m captain Maine. How are you two doing tonight?” the captain asked.

When people referred to Yaya and I as a married couple, I didn’t correct them.

Even though we weren’t legally married right now, I still looked at her as my wife.

Referring to her as my wife is what sounded easy.

It sounded normal. When I booked this for us earlier, I called it in, saying that I wanted something romantic for my wife, and I.

I wasn’t about to be telling people that we were once married, got divorced, only to be back together, with two more kids on the way.

Saying that she was my wife, ridded all that story telling.

“What’s up Captain? We’re good. How you doing tonight?

” I asked, moving myself from behind Yaya, so that I could shake his hand.

With a smile on his face, he did just that, and the other crew member that was standing right next to him did the same.

Yaya smiled, spoke as well, letting the captain know that she was fine this evening too.

“This right here is my first mate, Martin. We’ll be looking after you two tonight.

Once you get on board, you’ll see the small crew that’s waiting for you as well.

Nothing big, just a chef, and one of our stewardess.

That way, while we’re sailing, you two can be served dinner and drinks, without having to get up, and do it yourselves.

Come on. I want you two to make yourself at home,” captain Maine finished.

I lifted Yaya by her hips, putting her on the yacht, and with a smile on her face, she stood there, waiting for me.

I grabbed her hand, and I walked us through.

I took us over to the cockpit, which was the main area of the boat that I wanted her to see because I paid extra for them to have it decorated for us.

She was ahead of me, so she saw it first. It wasn’t her birthday or anything like that, so there wasn’t any big signs inside that were being advertised, but this bitch was swamped with beautiful red roses all around, and candles that were lit, giving us that romantic vibe, having it look as if it were Valentines day.

This area was open, having a small dining table for us in the middle, where it was set for two.

Off to the side, there were sofas, where we could chill at too.

A small, end table sat in front of the couch, with a bottle of Hennessy for me, and a strawberry mocktail was already there for Yaya. I requested that when I booked.

“I love this, Sevyn. This is so romantic,” she turned around, and said to me.

The stewardess made her way over, along with the chef, and just like the captain had done, they came over to introduce themselves.

They let us know about the full platter of food that was on the way for us, and for us to just enjoy this time to tour the boat and relax.

Since that was the case, I grabbed her hand, and I led her out towards the bow on the yacht.

Coming out here to this wide, open space, getting views of the water, and the skyline that looked as if it was glowing, made this moment unforgettable.

The captain already started sailing, so right here, we could see some of the hotels, villas, and the nightlife that was going on outside, with music playing across the water.

Yaya went over to the railing, and I came up behind her, putting both hands on her stomach, rubbing it up and down, as my head stayed buried in the crook of her neck, enjoying the smell of her, and just having her close to me like this.

The mood out here was so beautiful. We stood here, and before I knew it, about five minutes had gone by, and during that time, I heard her stifling.

When she raised her left hand to wipe her eyes, I knew then that she was crying.

“Why you crying, baby?” my voice was soft as I asked her that question. She laughed through the tears, and I could see her shaking her head no.

“Nothing. I don’t want to ruin our moment,” she voiced.

“You not going to ruin shit, baby. You don’t think I’m used to your tears by now? You not going to ruin what we got going on. What’s wrong? Tell daddy,” I kissed at her neck, and then I turned her around because I wanted to look her in her eyes and hear her say it.

Now that she was facing me, my hands were able to grip her ass, and I looked down, waiting for her to spill it.