Page 22 of Virgo Type Sh*t (BLP Signs of Love #1)

God is good! It had to have been him who made sure Meek stayed asleep last night. I wasn’t sure how I would pull off what I had planned, but God. Maybe Mega is rubbing off on us. I did my big one with this. “Go look, baby.”

I watched as she walked around her new bedroom.

I understood why she loved this home’s layout.

The bedroom could fit two Alaskan Kings if she wanted to and a full living room suite.

Right now, there was a California King in it, but the full living room suite was in here.

Her hand rubbed over the sectional. “Dat shit nice right?”

With a gentle smile, she glanced at me over her shoulder. “It is nice, baby. This is the set that I wanted when we went to that furniture store.”

I smiled at my own damn attention to detail.

When I toured the new home with her after we put it on our show lot, to make sure it was ready to show, she walked around mentioning all of the things that she would change with the décor if it was hers.

After I agreed that she could have whatever model furniture that she wanted for her house, she dragged me to furniture stores to find the things that she didn’t plan to take from the unit.

I pulled the sales associate to the side and told him to tag all that shit, and I would be back later to pay for it.

“How in the hell!” I walked into the massive closet where she was that led to the even more massive bathroom. When her gaze fell on me, she had a tiny scowl on her pretty face. “T.J., this is my stuff. How did my stuff get in here from my apartment?”

I let out a low laugh. “I had some help. There’s still some shit we got to get. Most of it in here though.”

She giggled. “Only your ass would move me out my shit into some other shit. This shit is crazy.”

“I actually got the idea from my boy War. Dats how he did his wife. Bought her a house and moved her ass right in,” I confessed with lifted shoulders. “I thought e been a good idea, so I did ’em.”

She fell over in laughter. “Pea did say that he did that. So, Mega is rubbing off on Fiona, and War is rubbing off on you.”

I followed her around the house as she looked at everything.

From room to room, her smile grew bigger and bigger.

I was amazed that I pulled this off in one weekend.

I couldn’t have done it without the help that I had.

The weekend trips were intentional. Yeah, the dudes and I went to Vegas and balled out on Friday, but we were back by Saturday morning to make my plan come to fruition.

We were in the living room when she stopped and turned to me. “You found a lot for it? I was catching hell trying to find someplace.”

“You was catchin’ hell because you tried to do ’em by yourself.

I tol’ yo’ stubborn ass ta let me help you,” I fussed.

I offered to help her find a lot, but her ass said she could do it.

Months later, her ass had yet to find one.

My mama told me that Mekole wasn’t really trying because the longer it took to find one, the longer it would be before she had to admit that she really did want to live with me.

Mekole’s glare went from me to the front door. “Where did you put—” Her words cut off when she walked out of the front door onto the wraparound porch. People slept on manufactured homes, but in my eyes, they were nicer than brick and mortar homes with the added benefit that you could move the shit.

I followed her onto the porch that was also furnished with outdoor décor. It was a nice ass day. “Aye, my daddy cookin’ out today. We goin’ ova der afta you fuck me and we get ready.”

“Tumnus.” Her voice was soft and calm. I’d let her have that Tumnus shit this last time. “Is that your house?”

I looked to my side. “Oh shit! We next door neighbors.”

You’re fucking right I moved her ass next door to me. She wanted her own place or space, then she could have that. We both had our own space right next door to each other. My house sat on three acres, so I had lots for fucking days.

She chuckled as she walked into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Why are you like this?” She kissed my lips passionately before I could answer. She pulled away from me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Meek.” I smacked her ass. “Come on so you can put dat pussy on dis dick. My mama said we got to bring da drinks and shit to da cookout.”

When she stood on her tiptoes and licked the side of my face, I knew her ass was about to fuck the comprehension out of me.

She let me go, then walked around me into the house.

I pulled my phone out my pocket to open the delivery app.

“Fuck dat shit. I’ma have dem boys deliver dem drink to da house. My dick reclaims my time.”

We pulled up to my parents’ house three hours later. Mekole and I fucked on each other for over an hour before we got into the shower to fuck on each other some more. I knew my mama was about to talk cold cash shit because she sent me a text about the drink delivery.

The yard full of cars made my heart smile. All our people were here. “Baby, I thought your dad was just putting something on the grill for dinner?” Mekole asked after she got out of the car.

“Meek, why would I need ta bring drinks to dinna if it was just gonna be us?” I grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

She laughed when I pulled her to my side to start walking. When we got into the house, she dropped my hand immediately. “Mommy! Daddy! What are you doing here?” Her head snapped to the side. “Uncle Dan, Auntie Crystal!”

Yeah, everyone was here. I took the few steps to wrap my arms around her from behind. “I told you that I had help.”

There were tears in her eyes when she turned in my arms to face me. She buried her face onto my chest. She wasn’t an overly emotional person, which made her almost ashamed when she did publicly show her emotions. I kissed her temple before I expressed my love in her ear.

She lifted her head and said five words of gratitude that let me know that everything I’d done and would do for this woman was worth it. With a tear drenched face, she said, “Thank you for loving me.”

You can’t break the unbreakable. This woman thought that nigga broke her, but he didn’t.

He simply couldn’t. It was that Virgo strength in her ass.

The same qualities that made me want to powerslam her ass at times were the same qualities that made her the woman that I loved.

Tonight would be just as eventful as this morning. “Thank you for loving me in return.”