by T. L Smith
“She said you didn’t leave my side for weeks and that you wouldn’t go home. She said you love me like she hasn’t seen before and your heart and soul couldn’t take the crushing anymore.”
“Maybe she’s right,” I say.
“She is. She’s also a good judge of character and she told me to put a ring on it,” Kyrone jokes again.
“Why aren’t you in the hospital?” I ask while sitting down next to him. He runs his hands up and down my arm, avoiding my sore wrists.
“I got discharged. They said it was a miracle that I’ve made a full recovery.”
“I’m glad one miracle came out of this,” I whisper to him.
“Kiss me, Christina,” he says turning my head to him.
I kiss him the same way I kissed him before, imprinting myself onto him, scarring his soul with my own. He kisses me back with the same fierceness, loving me as he does.
“We should fuck,” he says, pulling back from the kiss. I smile at him.
“You and that one track mind of yours,” I say to him.
“I just said it to make you smile. That smile is worth so much to me,” he says leaning in to kiss me again. “Plus, I have a case of major blue balls again.” I laugh loudly this time. He winks, stands up and wraps me in his arms. He has a way with words, this man.
It makes me feel lighter, having him in my life. Like life will continue and that maybe, just maybe, it will be all right.
It has been a hard, but enjoyable year. Things have been difficult. Kyrone has had a lot of physical therapy, though now he’s definitely on the mend. I’ve gotten better, my mind is in a better state. I’ve started dreaming big again and now that dream is kicking me while someone’s head lays on my belly.
“She loves me most,” he says and kisses my stomach.
“Of course she would. Who could resist?” I say back to him.
I’m six months pregnant now. It was very hard when we found out. I shut down again, afraid of what was to come. Kyrone was there to pull me out, make me eat and basically look after me. When we passed the risky months, I felt lighter and started to smile. We didn’t have sex in those few months after we found out, I just couldn’t risk anything.
When we did though, it was beyond mind-blowing. I kiss his mouth when he reaches up to me. “Insatiable again, are we?” he asks. I always seem to be horny, always wanting him. He says it’s just my true nature coming out, but I say it’s the hormones. He is partly right, he is delectable.
“How long until we have to leave?” he asks, looking at his watch. “Shit!” he says standing off the bed. “We’re late.”
“We’re always late,” I say, reminding him.
“That’s always your fault,” he says smirking.
“Yeah, right. Whose smart idea was it last time? I remember you not being able to remove your tongue from me,” I fire back as he helps me stand up.
“You can’t blame me for that. My woman wanted something. What kind of man would I have been if I didn’t deliver?”
“I didn’t ask,” I say grabbing my jacket.
“But you did, I could see it in your eyes. You wanted me, don’t deny it,” he says, thrusting himself in front of me.
“You know, there’s no sex after the baby is born,” I say and he stops mid-thrust.
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s a rule.” I smile at him.
“Fuck those rules, I’ll have you whenever I want. You are mine, after all,” he says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. There’s a large pink diamond on my left hand. He asked me to marry him when we went to England. Actually, he begged me and promised me great sex and head whenever I pleased. So what was a girl to say? Of course, I said yes.
“If we can’t have sex after, I think we should stay in bed for the next three months and stock up,” he says walking toward me. I side step him and laugh.
“Did you really just say we need to stock up on sex?” I ask him.
“Well, yes,” he says like it’s obvious.
“Your mother is waiting for us. Move it,” I say, collecting my bag and walking out. He follows and mumbles behind me, “Buzzkill.”
“If you’re good tonight, I may reward you,” I say when we reach his car.
“I like it when you talk dirty to me,” he says, grabbing my hand as we drive to his mother’s house.
Our life has taken us in different directions, but in the end it brought us back together, even through all the heartache and pain. He’s the only person that brings a smile to my face. The only person who gets me and my weirdness. My biggest cheerleader in life is the person I will be spending the rest of my life with.
I don’t know where the road will take us or what tragedies may come our way. One thing I do know is that as long as he’s there holding my hand and speaking naughty or dirty to me, I will get through it.
Our baby girl is one today, I watch as Christina holds her on her hip smiling down at her. My family and friends are here to help us celebrate. Even Tick, who is strapped to his wife’s side, cradling her pregnant belly. My mother is trying to grab Jezabelle from Christina’s hands, she looks up at her and Christina nods and she takes her grandmother’s hands. I smile as I watch. She is attached to her mother. No other place in this world is better and I strongly agree. Christina is better, so much better. She now owns her own dance studio in Texas. I brought it for her just before the baby was born. We also christened it that night. Now every time I walk in there, I can’t help but smile.
I also still love to watch her dance, when she thinks I’m not watching. It’s when she lets loose I really love it though now I have a partner to watch with me. Jezabelle loves to watch her mother dance just as much as me. She goes quiet like she knows it’s not time to speak, and she sits on my lap while we watch her take over the dance floor.
I can’t see my life without either in it. Jezabelle, is just like her mother, but also like me in a lot of ways. She loves everything her mother does or says though.
Hands wrap around my torso and I’m glad to be home to experience this. My football career is stronger than ever. I am away a lot and missing the small things. So today is a big day which I will be spending with all the ones I love.
“I saw you watching me,” she whispers as she nips my ear from behind. She still makes me cock twitch with her voice to this day. Her hair is not colorful anymore, it’s back to her natural dark blonde state. It’s beautiful just like her. I spin around to have her in my arms, she looks up at me with a mischievous smile.
“Wanna fuck?” I ask smiling down at her. She smacks my chest and looks around. Tanner has hold of our daughter while they all sit down at her playhouse and talk. Katrina is here with Ben and their daughter. Tick is sitting with Hillary in his lap. My parents are serving food.
Christina reaches for me and slides her hand over my cock. “I think I can give you five minutes in the bathroom,” she say and slips away.
“Five minutes? That’s all?” I ask following her. She turns around and her pink skirt sways with each step. I watch it and she claps her hands to get my attention.
“Yes Kyrone, five minutes. And this time I get head.” She laughs and runs to the bathroom, I follow. It’s what I do… follow her anywhere in this world. Give up anything in this world to have her with me.
It’s what love is.
It’s what our love is.
It’s who she is to me.
Love like no other. Consume like no other. Live like it’s your last day.
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