“You sure you don’t want to keep Ruby Mae on? I mean, maybe the first trimester…until we know you’re good,” he offers.
“I don’t want to think about having another chaperone around right now. I don’t have the energy to take that on.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Right now I want you to feed me, smash me, and put me back to bed.”
I can feel his erection pushing into my belly as I stand on my toes and cover his lips with my own.
Azmir groans. “Mmmm…but I won’t hurt the baby, will I?”
“No!” I snap. “But I will hurt you if you don’t take me and no kiddie gloves.”
“No choking either,” he counters.
I concede, using his coined phrase, “Indeed.”
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“And this is one of my best friends from Duke, Rayna Jacobs and her renowned husband, Azmir Jacobs,” April beams as she stands with her new husband and in-laws.
April’s round belly is protruding far from her tiny frame as she unabashedly gleams in her gorgeous wedding gown. Her well-practiced smile is expectant. I know April well enough to conceive she’s nervous as all get out in front of the pastor and first lady who are now her parents-in-law. First Lady Greene is wearing a smile that doesn’t ascend to her hazel eyes. She can’t stand April, this I know. She believes April has embarrassed their family with this illegitimate pregnancy.
“Pastor and First Lady Greene,” I greet as I take shake their hands. “This has been an absolute pleasure. The day has been gorgeous. Congratulations on the success of it.” I then turn to April and Gerald. “Biggest congrats to the bride and groom for standing against all adversities and taking the ultimate pledge of partnership before God, your family, and friends. Gerald, you’ve chosen an awesome wife.”
I fight the chuckle in my throat. April clears her as she straightens her neck. She knows I’m stirring the pot.
“Mr. Jacobs, Pastor John has said such great things about you. He brags as though you’re blood.” Pastor Greene proffers his hand to Azmir, totally moving past my comedic moment. Thankfully. “We have to have lunch some time. He says you’re quite the conversationalist,” he continues to charm.
Shaking his hand, Azmir nods with that coochie-creaming smile that seems to have caught the attention of First Lady Greene. I see the sensual slit in her eyes. The poised woman has almond skin, is clad in chiffon, donning perfectly coiffed hair, and cannot seem to get enough eye time in with my husband. I suppress my snicker.
“Oh,” she trills. “This is the young man John was referring to. Hmmmm…” she cocks her head to the side, supplying a crocked smile. “Yes, we must do dinner—or lunch…” she corrects herself quickly. “…soon.”
“Sure,” Azmir agrees obliviously. “I’ll have my wife sort out the details with the new Mrs. Greene to make it happen.” His big hand slides to cover my round belly. “You know these expectant women are particular with their food preference nowadays, don’t you, Gerald?” Azmir invites a pensive Gerald into the conversation. Poor Gerald has appeared withdrawn since circling the room with his parents. I suspect it’s because their pregnancy has caused a rift in the family.
Gerald nervously nods as he smiles down at April’s belly. First Lady Greene humphs and walks away, leaving her husband to regretfully excuse himself before following on her heels. Gerald follows and April is behind them, but not before we snicker together and she thanks me for bringing Erin to the wedding.
Erin is the flower girl and since Amber wasn’t invited, I was asked to bring her. It, of course, delighted me, it meant more time with my baby girl.
Once we’re alone at the table, I turn to Azmir. “Well, Jacobs, looks like this shindig is about over.” My voice turns husky, “What now?”
Azmir smirks that panty-snatching smirk as he recognizes my undertone. I’ve been antsy all evening, dying to get my hands on him, his mouth on me, his strongman— “Now we get you out of these heels. They’ve been worrying me since we left the marina, little girl. Then we find Erin,” he halts my randy thoughts. “Remember, you’re carrying the weight of three, not two,” Azmir admonishes.