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I shook my head at Tae’s crazy ass before turning my attention back to my wife. Tori was stretched out on the loveseat with her feet resting in my lap while I massaged them. She’d been moving around most of the evening, even after everybody told her to sit her ass down somewhere.

“You been on your feet too much, mama,” I commented, rubbing the bottom of her foot.

“I know, baby. I just don’t like sitting around while everybody else is doing something,” she admitted, relaxing against the cushions.

“Khatori, you’re carrying two whole human beings inside your body. Ain’t nobody expecting you to be running around here doing shit,” I reminded her.

“I know, Joni. You ain’t gotta keep fussing at me,” she replied, rolling her eyes in the process.

“Roll ’em again,” I warned playfully.

After a while, I leaned over and kissed her stomach before resting my hand against it. One of my boys moved beneath my palm, making me smile.

“These little niggas don’t ever get tired, huh?” I chuckled, rubbing the spot where I’d felt him move.

“Nope… they’ve been going at it all day,” Tori simpered.

“Shit, I guess I need to go put y’all to sleep, huh?” I smirked, causing her to blush.

Fuck what they had going on… they weren’t strangers. I was going to fuck on my wife.

“Tori, that’s how your hot pussy ass got pregnant in the first place,” we heard Tae say from behind us before we heard Gee tell Gabi to pop him in the mouth.

“I’ma fuck that nigga up but let me get you out the way first.”

Chapter Two

Jontae ‘Tae’ Brooks

later that night…

By the time Gabi and I made it back to my spot, I was ready to get comfortable and enjoy the rest of my night with my girl. We’d already showered after I bent her thick ass over the shower bench, and now we were stretched out in bed, trying to find something to watch. Gabi had on one of them Walmart muumuus she loved so damn much. I used to talk mad shit about them ugly-ass gowns, but somewhere along the way… I started liking them. Then again, I liked damn near everything about this woman. She was fine as fuck without even trying, but her looks weren’t what had me so caught up in her. It was the way she accepted me for who I was, flaws and all. Gabi knew I could be a stubborn, disrespectful asshole with a smart-ass mouth and a temper to match, but she never tried to change me into somebody I wasn’t. That didn’t mean she let me get away with my bullshit either. She’d call me out in a heartbeat and stand ten toes down on whatever she felt. She accepted me without making me feel like I had to become a completely different man to deserve it. For somebody who’d never been big on relationships, having a woman who understood me the way she did was some shit I hadn’t known I needed. Shit, I wasn’t going nowhere.

When she leaned over to grab the remote off the nightstand, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her back against me.

“What the hell, Tae?” She laughed, falling back against my chest.

“Come here, baby. I wanna talk to you about something,” I told her, wrapping both arms around her waist.

“Why you couldn’t just say that instead of snatching me up?” She questioned, turning in my arms to face me.

“Because I wanted your fine ass closer to me. You always got something to complain about,” I countered, smacking her on the ass.

I leaned back against the headboard while she got comfortable beside me, resting her hand on my chest. I’d been thinking about asking her to move in for a minute, but I wanted to make sure it was something I was ready for. Gabi had her own crib and wasn’t depending on me for shit, which was one of the things I respected about her. Still, she spent more nights in my bed than she did in her own, and on the nights she wasn’t here, I found myself at her shit. I’d gotten used to having her around, and truthfully, I didn’t want it any other way.

“How you feel about moving in with me?” I asked, squeezing her thick ass.

Gabi lifted her head from my chest and looked at me.

“Move in with you? Tae, where is this coming from?” She asked, clearly caught off guard.

“Shit, I want you here, baby. You damn near live here anyway, so why keep doing all that back-and-forth shit? You got enough clothes in my closet to open a fucking boutique, and I can’t even find my own shit in the bathroom half the time because of all them bottles you got everywhere. Might as well bring the rest of your shit over here and make it official,” I explained.

She laughed, but I could tell she was still trying to figure out whether I was serious or not. I couldn’t blame her because a few months ago, I would’ve been the last nigga suggesting some shit like this. But things were different with Gabi, and I wasn’t about to pretend otherwise.

“You’re serious about this?” She asked, reaching up to run her fingers through my locs.

“Nah, baby. I’m just sitting here talking out my ass,” I countered. “Hell yeah, I’m serious. I like having you around, and I’on see no reason for you to keep going home when you can be here with me.”