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" so you're just here to protect me, that's it?"
" among other things." The way he said it, I knew what he meant.
I couldn't help myself as I helplessly stared at his lips. Had they been that plump before? Nevermind that though because they seemed to be calling my name.
" you gone kiss me or just stare?"
That was invitation enough for me. I leaned in quickly, not wasting my time on teasing him when I knew that teasing would feel more like torture for the both of us. Our lips touched and immediately I felt my entire body relax.
Damn, I missed him.
As we kissed his hands found their way up around my waist, squeezing gently, making me gasp.
" no, wait-"
" aint no wait." He mumbled against my neck as his teeth grazed softly across my skin. " you missed me, Sy?"
" you know I missed you." I whispered. I was trying to avoid that moan that was pushing it's way forward but it was no use. As his dick hardened beneath me and pressed more and more snuggly against my clit, my panting was becoming harsher, and it was getting harder to hold my moans in.
" dont." I tried to stop him as he trailed his lips across my neck, making hickeys everywhere that would make my pussy leak.
" you mine right?"
" yes."
" then I'm going to mark your fucking body." The gruffness in his voice, finally made the moan that I had been holding back, release itself. It wasn't loud, but it was louder than I expected.
" not on my fucking couch!" I turned my head to see my father entering the room. Instantly I groaned in irritation. Dryan leaned back against the couch, abandoning his place at my neck. " not on my watch. Come on, let's go."
" dad, can you leave? We're just talking."
" come to the kitchen where we can all 'just talk' then."
I stared at my father for a minute, trying to see if he was actually being serious, because there was no way he was. I obviously wasn't a virgin, seeing as how I had one child and was pregnant with another. He had alot of nerve staring back at me with a face that told me that he was dead ass serious.
I sighed and turned to Dryan. " later?" I asked quietly.
" all night long." He replied, shifting his hips subtly so that his dick pressed against me again.
We left our spot on the couch and followed my father back into kitchen where everyone was gathered around the island, eating again. I stood in an empty spot between Leon and Roderick and Dryan decided that it would be best to stand behind me. Not only was he standing behind me, but he was pressed against me. There was no doubt that I was going to have a long and horny night.
" so," Alexus said, across the island from me and Dryan. " does this mean that the dream team is back together?"
I was going to say that I didn't know. I mean, Dryan and I hadn't really officially said that we were back together. But before I could say anything, he spoke up, telling Alexus that we were and that he loved me too much to let me go. That made a smile come over my face and I felt like Dryan and I were staring anew.
We had another baby on the way, we were moving in together, and we were going to be spending more time as a family.
Chapter Twelve
I never expected this, not in a million years, and I was ready to lose mind. It was the Sunday after my surprise party. Dryan had spent the night with me both nights- my father made us keep the door open like we were fucking children, not that that stopped us from fucking though. He'd been asking me when I wanted to move in but I hadn't given him a clear date yet. I wanted to get back into the groove of things before deciding exactly when.
On this particular Sunday morning, Dryan rolled over and asked me if I wanted to go get breakfast with him. I didn't really want to eat, I felt sick to my stomach, but I wanted to spend time outside of the house with Dryan so I agreed. I thought we were going to as a family, but after we got out the shower, he suggested I leave Drayal with my father so that it could be just us.
I felt iffy about it but I agreed anyway.
Drayal had spent the weekend trying to figure out how she could stay up under Dryan. She'd wake up early crying her head off and when it was time to go to bed she'd start crying again. And if anybody tried to pick her up except Dryan, she'd wiggle away. She was quickly becoming a spoiled brat and it was getting on my nerves.
After getting dressed, Dryan and I were on our way to breakfast. He pulled up outside of the resaurant, came around to open my door, and we started on our way inside. Nothing about the way that Dryan was acting was odd, but I knew that as soon as I saw Whitney through the window, it was a fucking set up, and that's when I turned to Dryan and shoved him away from me. I couldn't believe he would do this, not when he knew how much I hated Whitney for what she had done to me.
" what did I do to deserve this bullshit?" I asked, trying to hold back my tears at the amount of hatred that I felt just knowing that Whitney and I were in the same area as eachother. " take me home, now!"
" chill, Symonee. I'm trying to squash this bullshit between y'all so we can move forward."
" we are already moving the fuck forward, talking to her isn't going to do anything- wait, why the fuck am I explaining myself. Just take me home before I kill you and her!"
Dryan's eyebrows furrowed, but other than that, he didn't seem to care about my empty threats. " we're going inside, Symonee, and y'all gone let this shit go. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. And if you try to fight her with my baby in your fucking stomach- which you already tried to do a few weeks ago- we gone have serious issues."
He left no room for discussion at all, but I still found myself cursing him out as he led me toward the front door of the restaurant.
" if I didn't love your ass, I swear-"
Dryan kissed me to try and make me shut up, but it didnt work. " and when we get home, you're rubbing my fucking feet."
"Gladly, baby."
Inside we didn't waste any time, walking right toward the booth Whitney was sitting in. As soon as she saw us she stood up, flinging herself at Dryan. He held his hand out to stop her.
" sit back down."
She glanced at me, rolling her eyes before going back to sit on her side of the booth.
We sat across from her, Dryan making me get on the inside just incase I did actually get angry enough to want to hit Whitney, I had to get through him first.
" you didn't tell me you were bringing her." Whitney said bitterly.
" and bitch he didn't tell me he was bringing you, either."
" I still can't figure out how i'm the bitch when you stole my husband, homewrecker."
" stole your husband? Bitch you didn't want your husband when you had him, or so I hear. You slept with half the fucking men in this town behind his back before he divorced you. So, yeah, you're a bitch, bitch."
Whitney went back to looking at Dryan. " please, take your little play toy and put her back in whatever suburb she came from before I beat her fucking face in."
Before I could say anything else, Dryan put his hand up to stop us going back and forth. " Shut up, man. We ain't come here for this bullshit. So if y'all two can't talk like adults then I'll fucking talk." Just then, the waitress came by and asked if we wanted something, Dryan told her to come back in ten. Once she was gone he looked between Whitney and I. " Now, Whitney, Symonee is right. Me and you ain't been married in almost seven years, that shit is dead."
" but we were still fucking after we got divorced which says something."
" that was a mistake on my part. I'm done with you on that level. I'm not feeling you like that. If we didn't have a child together I wouldn't fuck with you at all, but we do so I try my best to be civil and you need to do the same. Symonee and I are together and as far as I'm concerned we're going to be together for the rest of our lives. That's it. So when you see Symonee on the street or at my house or wherever, don't say anything slick to her and don't put your fucking hands on her either."
Whitney had this dumbfounded look on her face, one that made me chuckle.
" this goes for you too, Symonee, when you see Whitney on the street, walk the other fucking way. She's still the mother of my child and I will not have her be disrespected either."
" but-" I tried to protest softly.
" no buts. Keep y'all hands and dumb ass comments to yourselves, because I'm not listening to y'all bicker back and forth for the rest of my damn life. No, im not having it. I should've had this discussion with y'all three years ago but now this how it's gone be from here on out. Aight?"
I agreed softly by shaking my head. It took Whitney a little longer to agree, but ultimately she did.
" and Whitney, if you ever stomp Symonee's fucking stomach while she's pregnant again, I will beat your ass myself. Got it?"
Whitney nodded her head once, and that was it.
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In early march- a month ahead of schedule- I gave birth. Dryan and I didn't want to know the sex of the baby until it was born. Throughout my entire pregnancy, he wouldn't let me forget that he wanted a boy, but when I gave birth to another beautiful baby girl, he wouldn't stop smiling looking into her face. Dryan wanted to name her something starting with a 'D', ofcourse, and I let him. He named her Deanna Symonee Harris.
I gave birth at 4:26 A.M., Dryan didn't put her into the hospital bassinet until noon. He was that much in love with her. I thought it was cute.
After that, I decided that I would move in with Dryan. Throughout my entire pregnancy, he'd shown me time and time again how much I meant to him, and finally after three years of dating, our relationship was exactly where it was supposed to be.
And I made sure to stress to Dryan that I wasn't having anymore children for atleast another ten years- that was if I could finally a form of birth control that actually worked for me. I
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