Page 75 of Surrender to Love

“You did so good. Her ring is gorgeous,” Mireya gushes. “It’s just as precious as her, so you better treat her right.”

“I don’t know how to treat her any other way,” I admit.

“Good answer because we are family and I would hate to have to fuck you up.”

“Ay, why you always threatening me? Quintus, get yo’ shit talking wife,” I tease.

“Whose side do you think he’s on?” she fires back.

“Yours, kyau,” Quintus says as he steps behind her. “I’m always on your side. Are you ready to go?”

“I’m ready. My bags and basket are right there. I even got you something to eat if you’re hungry,” she tells him and he releases her to get her stuff.

After Kyrah and Mireya hug and say their goodbyes, I walk Quintus and Mireya out and thank my brother again for tonight. When I close the door, my baby walks into my arms, throws her arms around me, and kisses me like she’s been missing me. The smile on her face when our lips part is as beautiful as she is.

“I love you,” she says with a simper.

“You’re drunk,” I comment.

“No. Not tonight. Well, not off liquor at least. I only had one and a half margaritas. I’m just truly happy, thanks to you and my friends, but mostly you,” she gushes.

“And you are a little drunk,” I add because she clearly is. Her eyes are squinted and her smile is pretty but big as hell. I love when she’s tipsy like this.

“Okay. Maybe just a little bit but I’m still truly happy. Aren’t you?”

“Baby, I’m with you; I’m happy,” I say and she damn near blushes. She’s drunk.

“Are you hungry? Did you eat with your brothers? I have some food for you. They made the ribs and they taste just like the ones you had in Maui, better actually. Let me warm them up for you.”

“You need to get to bed. Your eyes are barely open. I can warm them.”

“No, I’m good. I want to make sure you eat before I go to bed. Plus, you can tell me about tonight. Please, let me stay up,” she says in her extra syrupy tipsy tone.

“Come on, baby, with yo’ not drunk self.” I chuckle.

With my arms wrapped around her, we walk to her kitchen and she sits at the island while I warm a few of the ribs from the large container. When the ribs are done, I grab two bottles of water from the fridge and join her at the island.

“I don’t want anything. You eat,” she says, still smiling hard. Her hand lands on the back of my neck and she caresses it softly. Her eyes stay glued to me as I take my first bite. “I love you so much,” she mumbles.

“I love you too, baby.”

“No, I really, really love you,” she insists, almost whining, and I just smile.

“When you are drunk, I swear you fall in love with me all over again,” I say and she frowns then pouts.

“Shiro, I never stop. Never, okay? Okay?”

One and a half margaritas…that’s a lie.

She’s gone and it’s cute as fuck.

After kissing her lips, I tell her, “I know, baby. Never. Okay. Take that frown off your face.”

She nods then kisses the side of my arm. “I want to make love to you tonight,” she says, then yawns.

“I can’t wait,” I say and shake my head. She might not know it but I do. She’s going to be out as soon as I get her upstairs if she doesn’t knock out while I finish these ribs. “I’m glad you enjoyed your girls tonight.”

“Not my girls. My sisters,” she insists. “I love them and they are going to be right by my side when I tell you I do. I can’t wait to tell Shuga tomorrow. She’s going to be happy. Right? She’s going to be happy, right?”