by Natavia
I kissed Kwame’s head then Rico kisses his forehead.
“I love you Raja!” he says.
“I love you more!” I tell him.
Tarae
The lights flash on the field as the game is ready to begin. I went pro getting drafted to the Baltimore Ravens. I’m their new quarterback. I’m glad it’s my state team so I wouldn’t have to relocate. I look in the front row seat by the field and Lace blows me a kiss; I blow her one back. My pops sat next to her with my adopted sister in his lap. Gary sat next to him. I got to the point where I no longer cared about that. I told my pops I didn’t want him to bring him but that’s his fiancé. Lace invited him and I didn’t say anything. Mashawn got drafted too but he plays for Pittsburg Steelers. Isn’t that some shit? He still plays on defense too. We still keep in contact with each other. Kenyatta is still riding for him. My mother sits down at the end of the row and she waves at me. I wave back. She is slowly coming around and she is even cool with Gary now. Lace is officially my shorty! I love the fuck out of that girl!
Lace
I sit between Tarae’s legs topless, with a sheer black sheet covering me waist down. My dreads have grown longer and they are hanging down, covering my breasts. He sits behind me with his dreads hanging down and he only has on black boxer-briefs.
“Okay Tarae, now put your hands on her stomach and Lace you hold the football, cradling it,” the photographer says. Tarae places his strong hands on my round stomach. I’m six months pregnant with a girl and we are doing a picture to hang up in the new house we are moving into.
“That’s it! You guys are beautiful!” the photographer says to us. We posed in different positions with my belly all out. Once she was done, Tarae covers me up.
“I love you shorty,” he says kissing my lips.
“I love you too,” I tell him as he pinches my titty.
I laugh, snorting. “I hope our daughter doesn’t do that shit!” he says smiling.
“I thought you liked it,” I reply.
“It’s alright!” he says then I smile. I got the love that I wanted and craved. My past is in the past and I’m living the life that was really meant for me. Black love is a beautiful thing. Tarae gazes into my eyes. Yes, I’m very happy with his fine ass.
“What you thinking about? Shorty, I hope you not thinking about those Harry Potter books you be reading,” he says.
“No I’m not, jerk! I’m thinking about our life together and how beautiful it’s going to be, especially when our daughter gets here,” I say then he kisses me, not realizing that they were still snapping pictures of us. They said the best pictures come out when you are caught off guard. I finally got my love story.
The End
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