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“Then you should’ve asked her what the fuck I said,” I countered.
Diamond rolled her eyes before looking at my husband.
“You ain’t gone speak, Joni?” Diamond had the nerve to ask.
“Bitch, you’on know me like that to be calling my name like you my bitch or some shit,” he snapped.
Diamond’s expression changed. “Damn, I was just speaking.”
“Then speak to somebody who gives a fuck,” he replied.
She looked at me before rubbing her noticeably pregnant stomach.
“Whatever. I was just coming to say congratulations. Justine told me you were pregnant again. I see we still have the same thing in common.” She smirked.
I tried to get across the booth at her, but Joni beat me to it and was in her face before either of us could blink.
“Say, bitch. You ever put my name on that bastard you’re carrying again, I’ma make you regret the fucking day you. And ever gave that rotten ass pussy to any muthafucka. I hope you don’t think being pregnant means I won’t send you to be with your last baby daddy,” he threatened. Hell, I was scared for her ass. It wasn’t often my husband got like this, and when he did, he was always in rare form.
Diamond’s eyes widened as she took a step back.
“I-I wasn’t try—”
“You wanted my attention, now you got it,” he cut her off. “Keep fucking with my wife, and I promise I’ll make that shit happen sooner than later.”
She turned and hurried away without another word.
“That bitch done lost her muthafuckin’ mind,” Joni grumbled, watching her leave.
“Clearly,” I agreed, taking another bite of my French toast.
“Baby, you know I’ain never fucked with that bitch, right?”
“Ajoni, please. Diamond knows better and so do you.” I cocked my head to the side causing him to laugh.
“You’on run shit, Tori.”
“Mhm,” was my response because I was too busy eating my food. Diamond wasn’t crazy to fuck with me like that again, and this knew better. He may be Khaotic, but I’m Khatori.
***
By the time we made it home, I was ready to get out these clothes and relax. Our appointment had gone well, and both boys were growing right on schedule. Hearing their little heartbeats and watching Joni get emotional had been the best part of my day. When we got back, GiGi was in the living room watching TV when we walked in.
“How my Granny babies doing?” She asked.
“They’re good, GiGi. Everything looks good,” I answered, rubbing my belly.
“That’s what I love to hear,” she replied. “Now you make sure you get some rest.”
“She will,” Joni answered, taking my hand and leading me toward the stairs.
“Ajoni, give that gah damn girl a break!” She fussed.
“She aight,” he laughed as we made it upstairs.
I laughed as he led me into our bedroom and closed the door behind us. Before I could say anything, he pulled me close and kissed me.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook from this morning,” he murmured against my lips.
