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Jasira
My phone vibrating on the island in the kitchen drew my attention away from my task at hand.
“Yes, Baby?”
“I just landed. My ride from UTV already on the way to me, so I’ll be home in an hour or so.”
“Okay. Dinner’s done; we’re just waiting on you.”
“Be there soon. I love you.”
“I love you more,” I replied before we hung up. “Kids, your dad just landed,” I called out from the kitchen, not taking my eyes off the cake that I was putting icing on.
“Yayyyy! My daddy’s coming home,” Zahra cheered.
I laughed because that little girl was her father’s shadow, it was a blessing and a curse. Zahra was a cock blocker for sure. She wanted to be up under Pha at all times and it stopped a lot sometimes, but Pha wouldn’t have it any other way and neither would I to be honest.
“Shakir and Zaim, y’all hear me?”
“They’re in their rooms, Mommy,” Zahra replied, sticking her finger in my icing bowl.
“Little girl, I know you know better. I don’t know where your hands been,” I fussed.
She smiled. “I washed them before I came in here, so they’re clean.”
I sucked my teeth and turned the bowl around to use the side she hadn’t touched. “Go tell your brothers what I said.”
She reached to dip her fingers in the bowl again and I pushed it out of the way. “Zahra Oni Solomon, please find something safe to do and stop playing with me.”
She frowned. “Mommy, you made me my favorite and won’t let me sample it,” she said, sulking.
“I made your father’s favorite. You just so happen to like it as well.”
She scoffed.
I stopped and looked at her. “Zahra, please don’t play with me. You won’t get dessert tonight and your father won’t sneak you any either.”
“Sorry, Mommy.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Pha had this little girl spoiled since I popped her out. When he wasn’t around she liked to try me, but I always got the last laugh.
I finished icing the cake and put it in the glass cake dish. As I washed the leftover icing from the bowl, the kids came downstairs.
“Can y’all work together and set the table, please?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Kir replied. “Zaim, you get cups. Zaza, you get the napkins and silverware. I’ll get the plates.”
I smiled to myself, listening to Kir delegate tasks to his siblings. He was getting older but still so respectful. Don’t get it twisted that Gemini does come out of him randomly and makes me want to choke him. He will always be my baby though.
In the middle of the kids setting the table, the front door opened. They immediately stopped and ran to greet their father. I followed them because I also missed my husband.
When I rounded the corner, he and Kir were doing their handshake, while Pha had one arm around Zaim, and Zahra was hugging his waist. I leaned against the wall and just watched them. They hated for him to be gone just as much as I did, but they understood that the only thing that kept him away from us was business.
Although he’d cut his locs when Zaim was about one, Pha was still the finest man I’d ever seen. He’d added several more brightly-colored tattoos to his chestnut skin. The love emitting from his honey-brown irises shined brightly as he took in the kids and then me.
“Y’all go finish setting the table while I greet ya mama,” Pha stated, walking toward me like a man on a mission.
“But, Daddy, you can greet Mommy later. I missed you the most out of everybody,” Zahra fussed.
“Zahra, do what I said,” Pha replied.
She scoffed and Pha turned to look at her, but before he could say anything to her, Kir was pushing her past us and toward the dining room. Zaim laughed and shook his head.
“Stop playing with my mama, bruh,” Kir said to her. “You not gon’ be happy ‘til she whoop you.”
This time she sucked her teeth.
“Zahra,” Pha admonished. “You need a time-out?”
“No, Daddy,” she replied, sulkingly.”
“She gon’ get more than a time out if she keeps playing with me,” I added.
Pha pulled me into him, gripped my ass in one hand and my neck in the other, before kissing me so thoroughly and salaciously, that it had me about to renege on the no sex until the honeymoon pact.
He alternated between sucking on my top and bottom lip while snaking his tongue in and out of my mouth. I could feel him pressed into my stomach causing me to moan and slip my hands under his shirt.
“Aye, y’all cut that out!” Kir chastised us from the dining room. “Pop, unhand my mama. Y’all doing too much and we ain’t even went to bed yet.”
Reluctantly, Pha pulled back. He pecked my lips a few times before releasing me from his hold and putting some space between us.
“My bad, Lil Man. I just missed ya mama, that’s all,” Pha admitted. “Gimme fifteen minutes to wash this flight off and I’ll be ready for dinner.”
I nodded while using my shirt to fan myself. Pha smacked me on the ass as he headed upstairs. After I had myself together, I went into the kitchen to fix plates.
Twenty minutes later, we were all sitting around the table eating dinner. The kids caught Pha up on what he missed as though they hadn’t talked to him at all while he was gone. Following dinner, everyone got a slice of chocolate cake and milk before we read bedtime stories and tucked them in.
I still wasn’t over the way he kissed me and left me wanting for more when he arrived home earlier, so payback was in order.
“Gimme my goodnight kisses,” I said, once we settled into bed.
Usually, that would mean several pecks, but tonight I kissed him the way I do when I’m trying to get something started. I even took it a step too far by straddling him.
“Fuck, Bunny,” he groaned. “You ain’t got no panties on either. I can smell you and feel your hot ass pussy. Does this mean you giving in?”
“Nope! Just wanted to pay you back for earlier,” I teased while climbing off his lap.
“Baby, please, sit on my dick,” he begged.
“Nope. Goodnight, husband.”
He grunted. “I’m tearing yo’ ass up next week.”
I giggled and snuggled into his chest before dozing off to sleep.
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