Page 73 of Betrothed To Love

Fifteen minutes later, we’re on the road heading to the house. Niya’s with me and he’s solo in his ride. On the way, Niya and I make a detour and pick up dinner from Vic’s. I asked Niya about dinner and she said pizza, so I called in for a large, half cheese, half supreme and an antipasto salad. When we pull up, the garage door is open and he’s standing there waiting on us. He grabs the food and our bags and we all enter the house. After placing everything down, we eat first.

“Go relax, baby. I got Niya,” I tell him, then kiss his lips.

“You sure?” he asks and I just purse my lips. “Alright. I’m going upstairs,” he relents then kisses Niya’s forehead. “I’ll come see you before you go to sleep.”

“Okay, Daddy,” she says, then turns to me. “I want pizza for lunch.”

“It’s gonna be cold,” I counter.

“Her teacher will warm it,” he says.

“Thank you for that, but go, baby. We got this,” I say sternly, then glare until he walks out of the kitchen.

“Okay. Pizza, some grapes, and one of your carrots and ranch,” I say as I look into the fridge.

“And my snack. I want chips and bear crackers,” she says and I grab a bag of her mini graham crackers shaped like bears.

After I pack her lunch kit and book bag, she helps me wipe down the island then we head upstairs to her room. While she takes her bath, I grab her uniform from her closet and lay it across her chair. When I check on her, she’s about to get out of the tub.

“You cleaned everything?” I ask and she nods. “Behind your ears?”

“Oh, I forgot,” she says.

“Let’s do that and your face.”

She lathers a washcloth then washes her face and hands the towel for me to do her ears. Even though her hair is secured in her bonnet, she doesn’t want to risk messing up her new braids.

When she’s all cleaned and out of the tub, she dresses in her nightclothes, brushes, her teeth and gargles, then jumps into her canopy bed. I find one of her favorite nighttime shows and turn the volume down.

“Dream sweet,” she says and I smile. I love how she says it.

“You have the sweetest dreams, sweetheart,” I say as I kiss her forehead. Then I go get her father.

“Is she asleep already?” he asks as soon as I walk into the bedroom, sounding concerned that he might have missed telling her good night.

“She’s still awake, but barely, you know how fast she falls. You better go catch her,” I tell him and I swear he’s out of the bed before I finish my sentence. Their love is so endearing and adorable. All little girls should have a father like my husband.

My eyes follow him out the door then I head into the bathroom. I’ve mastered setting the shower, so I set both sides, undress, then step in on my now claimed side. I’m enjoying the feel of the massaging hot water on my body when he joins me. His strong arms encase me and we are body to body. I relax into him and allow my head to fall back onto his chest. My eyes meet his cast down on me.

“Was she still up?” I ask.

“Barely but she was. She doesn’t even want my ass putting her to bed anymore,” he scoffs but I see the smile threatening to invade his lips.

After turning to face him while smirking, I ask, “What are you talking about?”

“I got kicked out of the kitchen and then couldn’t get her ready for bed,” he says and his smile breaks through. “My baby girl is crazy about you.”

“The feeling is mutual. We had fun today, just the girls, and I think she just wanted to continue that. She will always want you. You are her hero, her real-life chocolate Superman and she knows you have her and love her always. I love you together.” I rest my arms on his shoulders then caress his neck and head. “But what about you? Feeling better?”

His hand grips my ass then he pecks my lips. “Right now, how can I not? My baby girl is happy and asleep and my beautiful wife with her fine ass body is in my arms. Outside this house might not be what I like but right here is perfection.”

“Let me make it more perfect.”

After kissing him lovingly, I break from his arms and turn him toward the showerheads on the wall. While the water wets his skin, I lather a washcloth then wash every beautiful inch of his body. When I’m finished, he returns the favor. Then we dry each other.

“Get in the bed while I moisturize. I’m taking care of you next,” I say with my hands resting on his muscular chest. He inches closer and I step back. “The bed,” I say sternly with a smile.

I see reluctance in his expression but he relents and leaves me in the bathroom. After getting my skin right, I grab a bottle of my cocoa butter scented baby oil gel and walk out. He’s in bed sitting up with his eyes closed. As if he can sense me, he opens his eyes and smiles, hard.