“But it’s not your decision, is it? Inez, when I tell you that I am content with letting you chart the path for your life, I mean that. Eventually, I’d like us to do the Savi and Harrison thing. Go away for six months and come back married with a baby. But I’m not in some big rush. There’s no hurry. I love you, and I’m happy to continue exactly what we’re doing, until one of us decides it’s either too much, or not enough.”
“But what if I break your heart?”
Kendall shrugged. “Then… that’s life. It happens. What if I break yours? We move on, find another love. But… lets hope that’s not what happens for us. Right?”
She nodded. “Right.”
Inez buried her face in Kendall’s neck, not caring about the salty taste of his sweaty skin on her lips. She was happy just to be in his arms, happy that he hadn’t given up on her, happy that he was content not to rush a decision out of her. Happy that she could decide on her own. Happy that we was willing to just be hers, and have her be his, and just let them be… them.
“We have to get cleaned up,” he said, pulling away to meet her eyes. “So you can go help the bride get ready.”
Inez nodded. “You’re right. I do.”
“Don’t the bridesmaids usually stay overnight with the bride, so they’re already there, ready to get started?” Kendall said as he stood, then gently eased Inez down to the floor.
Smiling, Inez shook her head. “Usually… yes. But… our bride decided to do a little different. She spent the night with her future husband.”
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“Gahdammit, Mrs. LaForte. You sure are making your husband a happy man, cher.”
Quentin hooked an arm under Renata’s leg, angling himself to plunge deeper, turning her giggle into a moan as it left her throat.
“Not quite yet,” she mumbled against his lips, then kissed him before she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer, so they were chest to chest. “Four more hours.”
“So what should I call you until then?”
Opening her eyes, she met his gaze with a wicked little smile. “How about… painted pixels?”
Quentin laughed, then groaned a little as he stroked her even deeper, pressing her back against the wall. He wasn’t even supposed to be here in her dressing room, making love to her just hours before their wedding, with her gown hanging just a few feet to their left.
But… he couldn’t stay away.
The last months had been a whirlwind of activity. Getting Kennedy and Taylor enrolled in school, getting engaged, planning a wedding, looking for, and then buying a house. But every single step had been worth it, if for no other reasons than the many smiles the past year had put on Renata’s face. And… damn. He would endure pretty much anything for that.
It wasn’t only happy for her though, not at all. With everyone around him relatively at peace, Quentin was sure this was the happiest he’d ever been. His friends were in a good place. Kennedy and Taylor were still adjusting, but with the help of Dr. Alexander, they were coming along too, especially Taylor. Much of that had to do with his new position teaching coding at her high school, and the popularity boost that came with that.
Sure, he’d had to do a little lightweight hacking and fudge his identity a little bit to pass the background check, but it was well worth the reward. He didn’t even know he liked kids, until he remembered that he’d once been one, with a passion for technology, and what better contribution could he make, than cultivating that passion in others?
Most importantly though, his soon-to-be wife was happy. So damned happy that she actually glowed, and there was nothing that made him feel better.
She threaded her hands behind his neck, pulling his head down to hers, moaning when he pushed her lips apart with his tongue. He gripped the soft flesh of her ass in his fingers as he stroked her harder, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure in a kiss.
They both flinched, startled, when someone knocked sharply on the door. Quentin didn’t stop, only moved a little faster as the doorknob turned a little, then a little more, and then caught on the lock, keeping the door closed.
Renata’s nails dug into his back as she clenched and contracted around him, her body tensing and trembling as she came. He ignored the background music of ringing phones and knocks at the door and kept moving, pumping faster, harder, until he exploded as well.
The couple grinned at each other as he slid out of her, then slowly lowered her legs back to the ground. They laughed together as they went to the bathroom, washing up enough to face their friends, knowing that before they dressed for their nuptials, there would be time to shower.
“I love you,” he whispered against the side of her head, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ll see you later... PaintedPixels.”
“I love you too, CrawDaddy,” she said, smiling as he unlocked the door and stepped out. She blew him a kiss and he caught it, shaking his head before he turned to face the crowd – Kendall and Inez, Naomi and Marcus, and Harrison, standing next to a very pregnant, and very annoyed looking Savannah.
The guys laughed as the women brushed roughly past Quentin, hurrying into the dressing room and closing the door.
“Don’t mind Savi,” Harrison said, chuckling. “She’s on edge because we can’t do anything until after the wedding.”
Quentin laughed. “Oh she’s on edge, huh?”
Harrison shrugged. “Okay, maybe both of us. You’d better be glad you’re marrying my sister man. Anybody else, and I wouldn’t be worried about missing a wedding cause I put my wife in labor.”
The men laughed, and Quentin stepped forward, shaking Harrison’s hand. “Well I appreciate it man. It means a lot to me, and I know it means the world to Ren.”
Harrison nodded as they separated again, and the four men headed down the hall, to where they were supposed to be getting dressed. Quentin smiled as he slowed his steps, letting the other three move ahead of him. His friends. His brothers. The family he’d gained to make up for the family he’d lost, and he was marrying the love of his life in just a few hours.
He was beyond grateful for the peace he’d finally found.
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Amazing.
That was the only word Marcus could come up with as he watched baby Niara suckle at Naomi’s breast. Her eyes were wide open, staring at her mother in wonder, and Naomi stared right back, with the same sense of awe in her eyes.
She was only two months old, and already, she’d changed their lives so much.
But Marcus wasn’t complaining. Not at all.
The last year had brought about a lot of change. Their lives, compared to a year, or even two years ago, were unrecognizable.
He was still with the FBI, but had moved out of his specialty division. The job he worked now kept him behind a desk more often than not, but that was okay. Being behind a desk made him much more likely to make it home to his wife and child.
True to her word, Naomi had not gone back to a life of government-sanctioned crime. After everything with Barnes was revealed, the higher-ups were so embarrassed that they let Naomi and Quentin off – after ironclad nondisclosures were put in place. Quentin moved on to his teaching job, and Naomi went right back to her classroom, doing what she loved.
That is, until they discovered she was pregnant, about a month later.
There had been many, many happy tears, from both of them, and a whole lot of worry throughout the pregnancy. But they’d made it through, and baby Niara – one with high purpose – had turned six weeks old just in time to make her debut public appearance at Quentin and Renata’s wedding.
Marcus watched with a barely contained smile as his daughter slowly closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep when her tummy was full. Naomi watched her for a little longer, then looked up to Marcus, who quickly stood to help.
He took Niara from Naomi’s arms so she could stand, carefully covering her breasts again and then adjusting her dress in the mirror.
“You know she gets that from you, right?” N
aomi asked, turning to smile at them as Marcus put Niara up on the blanket covering his shoulder, hoping she would burp, but not spit up.
“What?”
Naomi giggled, softly. “Being picky about her meals.”
Marcus laughed as he shook his head. He’d retrieved his screaming daughter from his twin sister, Meagan, as she waited in the audience. Naomi had pumped breastmilk for the baby so Meagan would have what she needed, but Niara had refused the bottle.
“What can I say, she wanted the real thing,” Marcus chuckled. “I’m gonna go ahead and take her back, so we can get into place. Just thirty minutes until we’re supposed to start. You ready?”
Niara finally let out a loud burp, and then promptly fell asleep on Marcus’s shoulder. Naomi smiled. “Yes. I’m so happy for them. They deserve this, after everything they went through.”
“Yeah,” Marcus agreed. “They do.”
She smiled at him, and then turned to walk away, rushing to get back to Renata, and Marcus’s chest heaved as he reached into his pocket. Why now, he had no idea, but as he dropped onto one knee, carefully balancing Niara on his shoulder, it just… felt like the right thing to do.
“Naomi,” he called out, and when she turned around, he held a ring between his fingers up toward her, taking a deep breath to still his shaking hand.
She turned around, and froze when she saw him.
“Come on, girl. You know you’ve never seen a diamond you didn’t like. And… you don’t have to steal this one.”
Naomi covered her mouth, letting out a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh. She made her way back down the hall, stopping in front of him. “Marcus… what are you doing?”
He shrugged. “What does it look like, gorgeous? I’m… asking you to marry me, with your baby in my hands. You can’t say no to that… can you?”
Again, Naomi laughed, then shook her head as she carefully dabbed tears away from her eyes. “No. No, I can’t.”
She held her hand still for Marcus to slip the ring onto her finger, then helped him balance Niara as he stood again. Marcus let out a breath of relief as Naomi hugged him tight, and he placed a kiss at the top of her head.
“Go,” he said, gently easing her back. “We can talk in a little while. You need to go be there for Renata.”
Naomi nodded. “Yeah. Yeah,” she said, then looked down at the ring on her hand with a teary smile. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Go.”
He playfully pushed her toward the hall, and she kissed him, then Niara, then rushed off, probably excited to share her news with the other girls. On his shoulder, Niara shifted, then grunted, and then Marcus’s nostrils filled with a smell that made his lip curl.
“Definitely time to take you back to Auntie,” he muttered, then headed to where the guests were waiting for the ceremony to start.
Soon, he and Naomi would be having a ceremony of their own, a celebration of their love just like this. Their friends would attend, and family as well, and… right there… was that going to be a problem?
Just after Niara was born, a card had come in the mail, with a check written for an amount that made him choke on his tongue attached. “Congratulations on the birth of your beautiful daughter. We wish her our absolute best, and because we know exactly how much that’s worth to you… we also send cash.”
Neither he or Naomi had needed to look at the name to know it was from Damien and Noelle, and as ambivalent as he was about those two… he and Naomi had shared a laugh. As toxic and ridiculous as they were, at least they didn’t pretend otherwise.
And really… that was the least they could do, after the damage they’d wrought in all of their lives. True to the promise they made, they’d stayed away, except for retaining a – minimal – role in Taylor and Kennedy’s lives. They hadn’t been happy about it, especially Damien, but he didn’t have much choice.
Only because of Renata’s wishes had they spared his life.
Not that it was a competition, but the collective agreement had been that he’d done Renata the most direct harm. And being who she was, she hadn’t felt comfortable making the decision to end his life.
And so, there was a compromise.
In exchange for no retaliation of any sort against Harrison for his interrupted attempt on Wolfe’s life, Renata granted him permission to remain alive. Far, far away from all of them, but alive. The girls got to see them through video calls and chats, which was acceptable to everybody. Kennedy had the option of going to live with them, but had decided, once everything came out, that she’d rather remain close to her sisters – Taylor and Naomi.
Marcus was almost sure he’d never really forgive the man who’d killed his father, just like he would never forgive that bastard Barnes, though he was dead. And well… he just wasn’t sure what to think about Noelle.
Naomi’s feelings about her parents were still… mixed, as far as Marcus knew. Still largely negative, but for whatever reason, she opted against completely shutting them down. Maybe it was the pregnancy, and the baby, that had softened her. She’d sent a few pictures, done one live video call, but drew the line at visiting. When they suggested it, badass Naomi had come back out, and she swore if they came within a thousand miles she’d hang both of them by Damien’s balls.
So maybe his concerns about them being at his wedding were misplaced, after all.
Either way, it didn’t matter.
Meagan frowned at him as he handed Niara back with a dirty diaper, but Marcus smiled. “She said yes,” he whispered, and Meagan’s frown disappeared.
“Seriously!? You asked her just now?!”
He nodded. “Yep. Tell Sophie she’s gonna get to be a flower girl again, with Niara.”
Meagan grinned. “Congratulations, Marcus. I knew that girl was it for you, and Sophie did too, remember?”
Marcus shook his head, remembering the moment when, before he could even really stomach Naomi’s presence, Sophie had asked him over breakfast if he was going to marry “Madame Mimi”. It seemed like a lifetime ago instead of just under two years.
“Yeah. I do.”
He bid his sister goodbye, then rushed back to the room where the other guys were. As he headed down the hall, the warmth in his chest was almost overwhelming. He’d spent years chasing Naomi, before he even knew who she was.
And finally… he’d caught her.
– the end –
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Christina C. Jones is a modern romance novelist who has penned more than 15 books. She has earned a reputation as a storyteller who seamlessly weaves the complexities of modern life into captivating tales of black romance.
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Other titles by Christina Jones:
Standalone Titles:
Love and Other Things
The T
rouble With Love
Mine Tonight
Friends & Lovers:
Finding Forever
Chasing Commitment
Strictly Professional:
Strictly Professional
Unfinished Business
Serendipitous Love:
A Crazy Little Thing Called Love — Roman and Simone’s story
Didn’t Mean To Love You – Carter & Viv’s story
Fall In Love Again – Charlie & Nixon’s story
The Way Love Goes – Sean & Fallon’s story
Love You Forever – Harlan & Sydnee’s story
If You Can:
Catch Me If You Can
Release Me If You Can
Save Me If You Can
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