Turning her over I stroke her back lightly as I look around the room. It’s cluttered with baby things, they’re everywhere but there’s no room to set them up because this place is way too small. We can’t raise a child here, we’ll have no room to get around. And I know she won’t want to move into my place—not after what she saw.
Calling my Ma, she answers on the first ring while Elicea stays asleep next to me.
“I need you to acquire me another house, preferably one close to you.”
She goes silent for a second on her end. “What for?”
I knew she’d ask. She’s disappointed in me, to her Elicea is perfect, and she wants her to be with us. She wants her to be happy.
“She won’t stay at mine. Her place is too small. I need to buy a bigger house, and I know you’ll want it closer to you as well. Plus, she’ll need the help when I’m working.”
“I love you, Creed.”
“I love you, too, Ma,” I tell her back.
It’s not often I tell her that. But some days she needs to hear it. She’s the best mother I could ever ask for, without a doubt.
“Now tell me—is she aware you’re doing this? Because she doesn’t do well with handouts.” I grumble, hating and loving that she knows her so well already, but she reads everyone as if they’re a book.
“It won’t be a handout, I want it in both names. It will be ours.”
“Lucky for you I bought you a house last week—two streets away.”
“Ma.”
She chuckles on the cell. “I’ll get the deed organized to yours and Elicea’s name, and all I ask is that you let me babysit.” Then she hangs up. She doesn’t let me say thank you, she once told me you should never say thank you to a family member. It’s what family is for, showing your appreciation and caring for them is enough.
Reaching for the photograph of our baby that Elicea left on the nightstand, I take a picture of it and send it to my mother. She sends back crying emojis.“You left her again, didn’t you?” Darby questions, shaking his head.
“What? No. She was asleep,” I answer truthfully.
He looks past me and shrugs, then turns away.
I see her walking toward me, clearly angry as she stalks to me. “You tell me you love me, then you leave me?”
“What?” I ask her confused.
“You ran off. Is this going to be a thing with you?” Her hands are crossed over her chest and as I look down, her tits seem so much larger.
“I didn’t run off, and no it won’t be an occurrence. I had business to handle.”
“Business?” she grunts as she says it. “What the fuck am I then? Business as well?”
I step forward, my hands going to touch her, but she swipes them away as they fall back to my side. “You know you aren’t. What I came in for was for us. Now would you like to calm down so we can sort it out?”
“I’m calm.”
This time when I grab her, I don’t let her push me away. I take hold of her and bring her to me so our lips are a sliver apart. “You aren’t, but I like the way your tits rise and fall when you aren’t.” Her mouth opens wide then slams shut when she doesn’t have a comeback. “Now would you like to see what I bought us?”
She shakes her head. “No. I don’t want you buying anything for me.”
“Good, we bought it. Does that make you feel better?”
“I didn’t sign up to buy anything.”
“You did. When I bought your apartment for you.”
“I didn’t want it in the first place.”
Looking down, her tits rise and fall, and it takes everything in me to not reach down and kiss them. Everywhere.
“I knew you wouldn’t want to live at mine, and yours is too small. So, please, hold onto your anger for when I’m fucking you and come for a drive.”
She nods her head but she’s still clearly angry.
“If I kiss you, will you bite me?”
“More than likely,” she answers truthfully.
“Fuck it! What’s a little kink—it never hurt anyone,” I say then swing around to kiss her lips. It takes her a moment to kiss me back and when she does, she bites down hard on my lip and I can taste my blood. She smiles against my lips and deepens the kiss as she now holds me to her like I’m a magnet and we can’t get close enough.
“I’m still angry at you. Don’t think a fuck and a kiss will make everything better.” I laugh and start walking out to the car. She gets in as I begin to drive. She smiles as we pass my mother’s house and stop at a smaller two-story home, this one without a basement. Which I am hoping will make her happy.