“Happy birthday baby,” I said, turning him over and straddling his lap.
I began kissing him all over his face. I didn’t care about his morning breath or nothing. This was my baby and I loved him so much.
“Thank you baby,” Otis said when I finally stopped kissing him. He went over to sit at his chair next to his computer. I sat on his lap and fed him breakfast. Today was my king’s day and I didn’t want him to have to lift a finger.
“Baby hold on let me go get you your gifts,” I said, getting off his lap and taking the food downstairs.
I hurriedly ran downstairs and went outside to my car and got his gifts out the trunk. I was carrying over ten gift bags in my hands at once. I made it back upstairs in the room, and Otis was still sitting at the chair waiting on me. I sat all the bags on the bed.
“Here, open this one first,” I said, handing him the small box.
When he saw that gold flashing, he started smiling real hard. It was a rotational 18 carat yellow gold bezel Submariner Rolex. Not even gon’ lie, that shit cost me a pretty penny, but I figured that he deserved it. He worked very hard and why not show him my appreciation by cutting that check on him?
“Damn my baby got taste,” he said, giving me my credit.
“Here, now open this,” I said, smiling real hard this time.
He opened the box and it was a key to an all-white 2015 Chevrolet Camaro two-door coupe. I already had the red Camaro, but I barely drove it; I mostly drove the Range Rover. So now, we could match with our Camaro’s, even though mine was the 2014 model.
“Damn baby, where she at?” he asked, referring to his car.
“Baby wait, open the other gifts first,” I said.
I held up the dress bag for him. In that bag was a navy blue Armani suit for him to wear tonight. I purchased him a pair of black Louboutin roller boy spikes dress shoes. My baby was going to be so sexy tonight at his surprise party at club Luxury.
In all the other bags were just new sneakers that he didn’t need any more of, and some more hats to add to his collection.
“Hold on baby, one more,” I said, getting up and walking inside the closet. I came back out with the photo album that I had put together for him. I sat on his lap and we flipped through it together.
“God damn.”
“Shit Tisha.”
“Girl you bad as fuck.”
Those were some of the many comments that were coming from out of my man’s mouth. Now do y’all see why I walk around like my shit don’t stank? Like Beyoncé say, my man make me feel so god damn fine.
“Damn baby, I appreciate your ass, no lie. You outdid yourself with this one. I love your ass girl, and thank you so much for all the gifts,” he said, kissing my lips.
“You’re welcome baby. Now, let’s go see the car because I know you’re dying to go look at it,” I told him.
When we walked past my daughter’s room, I noticed that she was up. She was standing up in her crib playing with one of her toys.
“Hey baby,” I said, picking her up and kissing her cheeks.
She started smiling and laughing with me. Otis was already outside admiring his new car when Harmony and I got out there.
“Tell daddy happy birthday,” I said to Harmony.
She reached out her little hands for Otis to pick her up. We stayed out there for a few minutes as Otis test dr
ove the car around the block. When we made it back inside, we all went into the den. I sat on the floor with the baby and played around with her.
“Baby the suit that I brought you, I need you to wear that tonight, along with the Tom Ford cologne as well,” I said, giving orders.
“Okay boss, anything else?” he sarcastically asked.
“Yes, I’m going to need you to get a haircut and that mustache trimmed,” I said.