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I did as he asked, letting him wash my back before his hands moved to my waist. He kissed my shoulder, then turned me around and pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer, or as close as my stomach would allow.

“Thought you just wanted to shower,” I murmured.

“You knew better than that,” he replied, kissing me again.

I didn’t have any complaints when my husband bent me over the shower bench and fucked me senseless.

Once we got back to the bedroom, Joni sat me on the bed while he moisturized my stomach for me. He took his time and even talked to the boys. I was so caught up that I didn’t realize he had caught me staring at him.

“What?” He questioned as he smoothed the lotion into my legs.

“Nothing. I just appreciate you,” I replied.

“For what, mama?”

“For everything you do for me. You spoil me.”

“That’s my job,” he replied, kissing my stomach before returning to what he was doing. “You’re carrying a legacy and my heart. That’s the least I can do is make sure you straight.”

I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. My husband could get on my last nerve with his attitude and that reckless mouth, but when it came to me and our children, I couldn’t ask for a better man.

He finished moisturizing my legs and stood to help me with my back. I was reaching for my robe when somebody knocked on our bedroom door.

“Ajoni, open this gah damn door!” Rah fussed.

Joni looked toward the door and shook his head.

“Man, the fuck you yelling for?” He frowned as he opened the door.

Rah and Mesha were standing outside carrying garment bags and makeup cases. Rah looked past him toward me before turning her attention back to her brother.

“Good. You’re dressed. Now get out.”

“I know you fucking lying. Rah get the fuck on with your bullshit,” he snarled, but she ignored his ass.

“She’s not,” Mesha answered, stepping inside. “We need to get Tori ready.”

“Y’all do know this is my muthafuckin’ house, right?” He reminded them.

“Mhm… that means you got somewhere else to go,” Rah replied, pointing toward the door. “Come on, Joni. We got stuff to do.”

“Baby, just go downstairs,” I told him. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

He shook his head before walking over to kiss me. He grabbed his phone and headed toward the door before stopping to look at Rah.

“I’m about to go tell Gee you cussing in her house like you grown,” he joked before leaving us in the room to get started.

“Your husband is something else,” she muttered, setting her things on the dresser.

“Tell me about it,” I replied, smiling.

Rah unzipped the garment bag and hung my dress near the mirror. Between the two of them, I hadn’t been allowed anywhere near the backyard since the setup started, and they were determined to keep everything a surprise until I was ready.

They’d handled the vendors, food, decorations, and everything else without making me worry about a thing. I appreciated how much effort they’d put into celebrating our boys, especially with how busy everybody had been lately.

By the time my hair and makeup were finished, I was ready to put on my dress and get downstairs.

I stepped into the powder-blue gown while Rah helped adjust the fabric around my stomach. It fit beautifully, showing off my belly without clinging uncomfortably, and the flat sandals I’d chosen were perfect.