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Authors: Lutishia Lovely
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on the dining room table. Hope wrestled with thoughts that needed to be shared with her husband before they left the room. They hadn’t talked Saturday night, and yesterday had been filled with church stuff. By the time she’d finished the hour-long conversation with her much improved father in Tulsa, it had been too late to get into it. But the Millicent matter had to be dealt with. Hope had to make peace before they made love.
Cy slid a gentle finger along Hope’s cheek. “You’re quiet.”
“I know. It’s because I want to clear the air between us.” Hope turned and faced Cy more directly. “I want to talk about Millicent.”
Cy nodded. He rose and placed his hand on Hope’s chair. “Let’s go sit on the balcony.”
The sound of the waves lapping against the shore matched the cool breeze that greeted them as Cy opened the sliding door. “Let me get a cover for you,” he said before ducking back inside.
Wrapped in one of Pat’s homemade quilts and the security of Cy’s love, Hope began. “I want to apologize for the other night. How I acted when you mentioned Millicent.”
Cy’s reply was swift. “Of course I forgive you.” He knew there was more and waited for Hope to continue.
“I’m jealous of her,” she said softly.
Cy wrapped his arms around Hope, kissed the top of her head. “Why, baby?”
Hope told Cy about seeing Millicent on Carla’s show and how it had affected her. “I know it’s crazy,” she concluded. “I know you love me, and I trust God that we’ll have a family. Honestly I’m surprised at myself for how the news affected me. I’ve never been much of a hater—I normally wish other sisters well. But my reaction made me admit how obsessed I’ve been with getting pregnant. And I know that stress can’t be good for my chances at conception. Vivian was over today, talked to me, prayed with me. That helped a lot.” She went on to tell Cy about the plans they’d discussed for Hope to mentor Melody and possibly revive her praise dance troupe at Kingdom Citizens.
“What do you think about that?” she asked.
“I think it’s excellent; you’re an exquisite dancer. That’s when I lost my heart to you, when you danced before the Lord that night at King’s conference.” Cy closed his eyes and remembered. “There were eight of you in these white, flowing dresses. Your arms lifted in praise as you twirled around. But I can’t tell you a thing about what the other ladies looked like—the only one I watched was you.”
“And I was so mad when you called the next morning,” Hope said. “I thought Millicent was your fiancée, and you were trying to get some out-of-town nooky right under her nose!”
They laughed and reminisced about their first unofficial date, when Cy had folded his tall frame into Hope’s small MG, and they had toured the sites of Kansas City. Hope admitted that even after their wonderful time together, she’d doubted anything serious would come of their meeting. She admitted how perfectly suited she’d thought Millicent was for Cy: tall, lean, light-skinned, longhaired, the kind of flawless beauty Hope usually saw on the arm of successful Black men.
“I didn’t dare believe someone like me could have someone like you,” Hope said softly as she watched the moon’s dancing reflection on the dark waters.
Cy placed a finger under Hope’s chin, raised her face until her eyes met his. Hope could have drowned in the amount of love she saw there.
“I want to tell you something, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. God sent me you. There’s no one else for me. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you. You’d haunted me in my dreams, woman. The minute, the very second, Hope, that I saw you . . . I knew.”
“What do you mean, you dreamed of me?”
“Exactly that. It was a rather, um, explicit dream. I was making love to an exotic Nubian angel on the white sands of a tropical island. The dream was so real I woke up with a hard-on, my
Cy slid a gentle finger along Hope’s cheek. “You’re quiet.”
“I know. It’s because I want to clear the air between us.” Hope turned and faced Cy more directly. “I want to talk about Millicent.”
Cy nodded. He rose and placed his hand on Hope’s chair. “Let’s go sit on the balcony.”
The sound of the waves lapping against the shore matched the cool breeze that greeted them as Cy opened the sliding door. “Let me get a cover for you,” he said before ducking back inside.
Wrapped in one of Pat’s homemade quilts and the security of Cy’s love, Hope began. “I want to apologize for the other night. How I acted when you mentioned Millicent.”
Cy’s reply was swift. “Of course I forgive you.” He knew there was more and waited for Hope to continue.
“I’m jealous of her,” she said softly.
Cy wrapped his arms around Hope, kissed the top of her head. “Why, baby?”
Hope told Cy about seeing Millicent on Carla’s show and how it had affected her. “I know it’s crazy,” she concluded. “I know you love me, and I trust God that we’ll have a family. Honestly I’m surprised at myself for how the news affected me. I’ve never been much of a hater—I normally wish other sisters well. But my reaction made me admit how obsessed I’ve been with getting pregnant. And I know that stress can’t be good for my chances at conception. Vivian was over today, talked to me, prayed with me. That helped a lot.” She went on to tell Cy about the plans they’d discussed for Hope to mentor Melody and possibly revive her praise dance troupe at Kingdom Citizens.
“What do you think about that?” she asked.
“I think it’s excellent; you’re an exquisite dancer. That’s when I lost my heart to you, when you danced before the Lord that night at King’s conference.” Cy closed his eyes and remembered. “There were eight of you in these white, flowing dresses. Your arms lifted in praise as you twirled around. But I can’t tell you a thing about what the other ladies looked like—the only one I watched was you.”
“And I was so mad when you called the next morning,” Hope said. “I thought Millicent was your fiancée, and you were trying to get some out-of-town nooky right under her nose!”
They laughed and reminisced about their first unofficial date, when Cy had folded his tall frame into Hope’s small MG, and they had toured the sites of Kansas City. Hope admitted that even after their wonderful time together, she’d doubted anything serious would come of their meeting. She admitted how perfectly suited she’d thought Millicent was for Cy: tall, lean, light-skinned, longhaired, the kind of flawless beauty Hope usually saw on the arm of successful Black men.
“I didn’t dare believe someone like me could have someone like you,” Hope said softly as she watched the moon’s dancing reflection on the dark waters.
Cy placed a finger under Hope’s chin, raised her face until her eyes met his. Hope could have drowned in the amount of love she saw there.
“I want to tell you something, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. God sent me you. There’s no one else for me. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you. You’d haunted me in my dreams, woman. The minute, the very second, Hope, that I saw you . . . I knew.”
“What do you mean, you dreamed of me?”
“Exactly that. It was a rather, um, explicit dream. I was making love to an exotic Nubian angel on the white sands of a tropical island. The dream was so real I woke up with a hard-on, my
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