“Jordan’s fine, Stenton. He has more than what the average baby has…”
“And you?” I wanted to cut the bullshit.
“I-I…” She groaned, regrettably. “My needs are beyond what you’ve agreed to do regarding him.”
Feeling my frustration simmer—more at myself for putting her through this shit—I took a deep breath and tried to refocus myself. With my head lowered toward my lap, I whispered, “I wanna help. What can I do?”
“I just need to get myself together. I’m sure what I’m feeling…the body changes are typical for—”
“Are they physical needs?” My tone was terse, impatient.
“Well…yeah and…”
“Related to your emotions?”
“Yeah, but again, I’m sure it’s typical for a woman who has recently given—”
“I have a photo shoot first thing in the morning. I’ll try to keep it short and will be over for Jordan…and you,” I breathed into the phone, hoping she caught my drift. “I’ll have a few things delivered there, and Eligia will be there first thing to take over with Jordan for a couple of days. Please give her a chance so you can have a break. It’ll be for just a couple of days while I get you sorted out.”
There was an extended pause on the line as I pulled up to my home. I’d been short enough with her, but I needed to go so I could put plans in motion. I waited. All I could hear was her deep breathing. My cock twitched as my mind processed the memory of her doing just that in my ear as I rocked into her. I couldn’t lie, all these months, I wondered what Zoey felt like and tasted like after giving birth. Some dudes say it’s different. I wanted to know how. I also wanted that connection with my Ni?a again, but wouldn’t dare ask. I was growing in need just thinking about it.
“Zo,” I called out.
“O-okay,” she pushed out lightly. That was all I needed. Although her response was timid, I knew when I showed up with what I had in mind, she would be down.
“Goodnight,” I endeavored and ended the call without a response from her. I had calls to make.
Chapter 14
~Stenton~
The next day, just after noon, I pulled up to Zoey’s condo with bags in tow. I came alone knowing I’d be here for a couple of days unless things went horribly wrong. I knocked on the door and seconds later, Ruth, Zoey’s younger sister, pulled it open. Immediately, she looked me up and down, not missing the shopping bags I had in both hands.
“What the hell is all this?” She pointed to the bags. I walked past her and into the foyer. “Shit…and a duffle, too?” she asked incredulously behind my back, I assumed after seeing the YSL duffle that was strapped around my chest and rested against my back.
I turned and glared at her. “It’s a fucking shame that Michael and Sarah spent so much of their efforts into properly training up their first offspring that when their spawn came, they had very little to offer. You had better not be using that fucking filthy mouth around my muthafuckin’ seed.”
Ruth gasped, but she wasn’t too taken aback. This was our relationship. There was always vulgar banter back and forth between the two of us. We only managed to keep it clean in front of her parents. In front of everyone else, we let it rip. It was a true love/hate relationship. I knew much of her resentment of me came from being a protective younger sister. I’d disrupted Zoey’s life and confused her. I had to accept that, even if I didn’t show it to Ruth.
“The shopping bags, I can understand. Most of those are obviously for my JR. But the stuffed duffle bag, damn roses and Le Perla shopping bag is a whole ‘nother damn mode.” She waved her pointed index finger in a circular motion. “Wonder if it has to do with why my sister hasn’t let me into her damn room for the past thirty minutes.” Ruth issued a penetrative glower, and I returned it.