use a bed buddy. It’ll help keep the bad dreams away.”
“Okay. I’ll keep them bad dreams away real good Momma. I promise.” We lay down and snuggle together. His head is under my chin and I love his little boy smell. It’ll break my heart once he grows up and won’t let me hold him anymore. Children should stay babies all their lives. Then we wouldn’t ever have to watch them move out of the house or get a girlfriend.
Shudder.
The bed dips again and Court settles in on the other side of Asher. I look up into his eyes and take a deep swallow. He doesn’t look pissed off at me or even hurt by me either. Though his shoulders are tense but whose wouldn’t be? Your wife cheats on you; you’re going to be tense for a while.
“What are you doing?” I finally ask. I can’t take him looking at me anymore. I know he’s not going to yell at me or talk shit about me right now; our son is in the room. I just dread the day when Asher isn’t in the room.
Court looks away from me but I still feel his eyes. How they pierce my skin and leave behind sorrow. “Spending the night with my family. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Isn’t it too much…” I trail off when he finally looks at me with anger.
“No G, it isn’t too much. You and I need to talk but it’s not going to be right now. We’re both tired, Asher’s tired and we’d say shit we didn’t mean right now.” Then he rolls to his back and closes his eyes after putting his hands behind his head.
“Okay then,” I say, snuggling Asher closer to me. The little bit is already asleep and snoring softly. This kid could sleep through anything. There was a pretty bad street war a couple of years ago. I don’t know any details, probably because I’m a chick, but word is Damien’s biker club pissed off the mob. I don’t know if that’s true but it was still scary. There were a few car bombs that went off out in the neighborhood. Asher slept right through it.
That was one of the best and scariest nights. Court huddled us in the basement and we talked for hours as we listened to the scanner. Asher slept on a sleeping bag and never once made a peep. I don’t think Court and I have cuddled or talked like that since then.
Don’t get me wrong, we still talk and cuddle but that night was different. It was like we fell in love all over again. Until Royal burst into the room spitting fire and ranting. He was scared shitless. Not that I blame him, we were scared too but we didn’t really think we were going to get blown up. And I had absolute faith that Court could protect us. He could protect anybody.
“Will you sing to me G?” Court whispers. I look over at him and see his green eyes staring at me. This time it doesn’t make me feel awkward or insecure. It just makes me feel loved. I’ll try not to question that right now.
Then I start singing “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston. After awhile Court’s eyes close but not before his arm reaches over both Asher and me. Before I know it, his hand is in my pants. Copping a feel even when we are fighting. Never fails. I laugh out loud, softly, and I catch the smirk on Court’s face.
The pair we make.
***
“You know the two of you have your own place. I thought for sure I’d never walk in on my baby boy feeling up his wife, ever again. Especially with my grandson in the room.” I open my eyes and look towards the door to see Lily standing there with her hands on her hips.
“Ma what are you doing here?” Court mumbles never taking his hand off my ass. I swear he glued it there.
“I came to make sure the Best Man and Maid of Honor are getting up on time. And I’m very irritated about this. I went to your house first and Channing said y’all were here. What in the hell is going on?” She starts tapping her foot and I seriously want to laugh but I don’t.
Court sighs and then his hand leaves my pants, finally. He gets out of bed wearing only his jeans. At least
“Okay. I’ll keep them bad dreams away real good Momma. I promise.” We lay down and snuggle together. His head is under my chin and I love his little boy smell. It’ll break my heart once he grows up and won’t let me hold him anymore. Children should stay babies all their lives. Then we wouldn’t ever have to watch them move out of the house or get a girlfriend.
Shudder.
The bed dips again and Court settles in on the other side of Asher. I look up into his eyes and take a deep swallow. He doesn’t look pissed off at me or even hurt by me either. Though his shoulders are tense but whose wouldn’t be? Your wife cheats on you; you’re going to be tense for a while.
“What are you doing?” I finally ask. I can’t take him looking at me anymore. I know he’s not going to yell at me or talk shit about me right now; our son is in the room. I just dread the day when Asher isn’t in the room.
Court looks away from me but I still feel his eyes. How they pierce my skin and leave behind sorrow. “Spending the night with my family. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
“Isn’t it too much…” I trail off when he finally looks at me with anger.
“No G, it isn’t too much. You and I need to talk but it’s not going to be right now. We’re both tired, Asher’s tired and we’d say shit we didn’t mean right now.” Then he rolls to his back and closes his eyes after putting his hands behind his head.
“Okay then,” I say, snuggling Asher closer to me. The little bit is already asleep and snoring softly. This kid could sleep through anything. There was a pretty bad street war a couple of years ago. I don’t know any details, probably because I’m a chick, but word is Damien’s biker club pissed off the mob. I don’t know if that’s true but it was still scary. There were a few car bombs that went off out in the neighborhood. Asher slept right through it.
That was one of the best and scariest nights. Court huddled us in the basement and we talked for hours as we listened to the scanner. Asher slept on a sleeping bag and never once made a peep. I don’t think Court and I have cuddled or talked like that since then.
Don’t get me wrong, we still talk and cuddle but that night was different. It was like we fell in love all over again. Until Royal burst into the room spitting fire and ranting. He was scared shitless. Not that I blame him, we were scared too but we didn’t really think we were going to get blown up. And I had absolute faith that Court could protect us. He could protect anybody.
“Will you sing to me G?” Court whispers. I look over at him and see his green eyes staring at me. This time it doesn’t make me feel awkward or insecure. It just makes me feel loved. I’ll try not to question that right now.
Then I start singing “I Will Always Love You” by Whitney Houston. After awhile Court’s eyes close but not before his arm reaches over both Asher and me. Before I know it, his hand is in my pants. Copping a feel even when we are fighting. Never fails. I laugh out loud, softly, and I catch the smirk on Court’s face.
The pair we make.
***
“You know the two of you have your own place. I thought for sure I’d never walk in on my baby boy feeling up his wife, ever again. Especially with my grandson in the room.” I open my eyes and look towards the door to see Lily standing there with her hands on her hips.
“Ma what are you doing here?” Court mumbles never taking his hand off my ass. I swear he glued it there.
“I came to make sure the Best Man and Maid of Honor are getting up on time. And I’m very irritated about this. I went to your house first and Channing said y’all were here. What in the hell is going on?” She starts tapping her foot and I seriously want to laugh but I don’t.
Court sighs and then his hand leaves my pants, finally. He gets out of bed wearing only his jeans. At least
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