Page 155 of Heart Of A Goon II

“This feels so good, Goo. Good things like this don’t last for me, and I’m scared it will be taken away.”

Her feelings were valid. She lived her life waiting for the other shoe to drop. Instead of enjoying the joy and blessings that were happening, she was holding her breath waiting for it to all go bad.

“Boobie, we deserve everything that is happening for us. Do you realize how much I prayed for yo stubborn ass? To get the chance to love you like I knew you needed, beat those walls down to adjust that attitude, and put our creation inside of you. Nothing can break this… us. If it tries, they got to get through me, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled.

“It’s gonna feel so funny living alone agai— ouch!”

I bit her finger while looking between her and the car. “Stop playing with me… you never going back to living alone.”

She smirked. “Nigga gone off me… bought me a wraith and a ring.”

“Fuck you meaaan! Niggas thought I wasn’t putting my wife in a wraith?”

We both laughed as I kissed her hands, as we drove back to her apartment. Don and Navy had Bando and would bring him back into the states. They were set to arrive behind us.

“Time to negotiate Forty’s surrender.”

Kissing her hand a few times, I said, “You got this shit… don’t doubt what the fuck you do. Biggest dawg I fucking know. Makes my dick hard just thinking about it.”

She spit into her cup. “Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

She leaned across and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“For what?”

“Reassuring me. I start getting dark and negative. I need that.”

“Never have to thank me.”

Don and Navy were landing tomorrow night, so I told them I would go by his grandmother’s block to check on her family. We would have known if something was wrong with them, but I knew the reassurance that I actually put eyes on them made her feel better. Navy’s grandmother had given us coffee and was trying to fix us food.

“Congratulations, nigga… you bout to marry fucking Zoya.” Quasim laughed, as he leaned on the stoop.

“Bout to join the club… give me some advice, the fuck I need to know?”

Quasim looked up and smiled. “She’s always right. Even if she’s wrong, she right. Don’t you dare try to be right, that shit hurts.”

“Like emotionally?”

“Nah physically.”

“Queen be in there whooping your ass?”

“Fuck outta here.” He looked around like he expected her to jump out the bushes or something.

“Okay, I’m all done.” Elijah came out the house.

“Told you to stop drinking so much water when we’re out.” He nuzzled his head, as we both kept a look out.

The city was quiet.

It didn’t mean there wasn’t shit lurking around every corner. Elijah begged to go with his father, and Sim couldn’t tell him no. I understood it because my God baby had me the same way. I was a sucker when it came to her, and I admitted it proudly. I knew when my own kid came, I would remain the sucker.

A Mercedes Benz pulled up, and we both were on guard, Quasim standing in front of his son. The car hit its hazards and Avril hopped out the driver’s side.