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“Yes, sir, I will,” she replied.

“Nigga, Leah done put nephew’s whole business on blast,” Tae laughed once we made it inside.

“Man, that little girl don’t miss a fucking thing,” I replied, shaking my head.

We found Tori in the kitchen fixing a bowl of ice cream with all that bullshit on it. That was one of her cravings, and I let her have that shit. She was wearing one of those loose-fitting dresses she’d been living in lately, with her belly sitting out in front of her. At seven months pregnant, my wife was still fine as a muthafucka to me.

“Hey, daddy,” she greeted when she spotted me.

“Wassup, mama?” I replied, palming her stomach while I kissed her.

“Sis, what the fuck is that you eating?” Tae frowned.

“Mind your business,” she shot back, causing me and Tae to laugh.

“You know AJ has company outside?”

“Of course I know,” she answered. “Kayla’s been here for a little while. That’s why Leah’s outside with them.”

“Tori, Leah is seven.”

“And nosy as hell,” she replied, laughing. “Trust me, if AJ so much as looks at that girl the wrong way, Leah’s coming in here telling everything she saw.”

“Shit, niece slipping because nephew been out there tonguing that gah damn girl down,” Tae blabbed.

“What?” Tori questioned.

“Chill, shorty… they straight,” I countered.

“Mhm… he better hope GiGi don’t come back from bingo and find him out there being mannish. She’s gone beat his ass and Kayla’s.” We all laughed because she told not one lie.

I walked up behind Tori and wrapped my arms around her, resting my hands on her stomach before kissing her neck.

“Leave that shit alone and come upstairs with me, baby,” I murmured in her ear.

“Ajoni, you do know we have company, right?” She replied.

“Man, fuck that nigga and them kids,” I told her.

“Nigga, fuck you,” Tae shot back. “Nobody wanna see you all up sis ass no way.”

“You just mad your girl got you sliding down the wall like an R&B nigga.” I smirked.

“Why you had to say all that in front Tori?” Tae frowned, and I couldn’t stop my laugh if I wanted to.

I wasn’t thinking about nothing that nigga was talking about. My mind was on one thing and it damn sure ain’t his ass.

Once we made it into our bedroom, I wasted no time undressing and helping my wife do the same. With the twins growing every day, our positions were limited, but that shit didn’t matter as long as I got the job done.

At one point, Tori got self-conscience about her body, but I wasn’t having that shit. I let her know right then that she was the most beautiful I had ever seen in my fucking life, and if anything, my attraction to her had gotten worse. I loved seeing her carrying our sons, and I had no problem showing her.

“Come here, mama,” I husked as I led her to the bed.

I lay down and brought her across my lap so she could straddle me. I admired my wife, and that shit made my dick harder than it already was. I needed to feel her immediately, so I helped her rise up, and when she suffocated my dick with her walls, I almost cried out like a bitch.

“Gah damn, mama,” I groaned as I held onto her hips as she rocked her hips. “You good, baby?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she whimpered.