January 22, 2000

"Yeah Trina my television is on BET right now—oh my god, does he even have underwear on?!", I gasped. My eyes were as wide as can be while watching the rather sensual video for D'Angelo's new jam Untitled (How Does It Feel?).

I couldn't help but look on and admire his toned chestnut physique. I mean he's cute if you like that sorta thing, but he a'int nothing compared to my man.

Twisting a ringlet of my hair around my index finger and snickering at my friends antics, I failed to notice the masculine figure that was leaning over the back of the couch watching me.

"Jazz, what are you watching?", P calmly asked.

I don't even know why I scurried to flip the channel because I could tell by the way his amber eyes bore into me that I was caught.

"Um, Trina I'll call you back." As soon I closed my phone I turned around to kneel on the couch. "Hey P-nut," I nervously laughed.

He shook his head side to side while he scolded me in a playful tone, "Don't 'P-nut' me. I saw you lusting over that video."

Now he knows me better than that. "I was not."

"Lie again."

I bit down on my bottom lip in order to suppress my smile. "I just so happened to be admiring the artistry of that video that's all."

He made his way around the couch and sat next to me. "Is that right?"

With the guidance of his hand pulling my right calf onto his lap, I was immediately comforted by the feel of his warm hands massaging my tense muscles.

"That's right, you know I only have eyes for you."

"Mhm, you better."

I gently tapped the tip of his button nose and said, "And you better too, you're all mine." My tone was playful, however I was dead serious.

"Jazz, you will never have to worry about me straying. My heart and soul belongs to you and our children."

I had pushed any opposing thoughts I had to the back burner. Although I knew his track record was not the cleanest, I wanted to believe that when he expressed his desire to spend the rest of his life with me that his old ways had died and he could be faithful. That's the only way I could think to keep my sanity.

He rubbed his left hand below my belly button. When our baby kicked the palm of his hand his eyes lit up in sheer elation. P had the biggest grin. "I see daddy's baby is wide awake."

I rested my elbow on the back of the sectional and propped my head up in the palm of my hand. "Daddy's baby was moving a lot last night, I swear it felt like he was doing gymnastics with all that tumbling."

I hadn't even realized what had slipped from my lips until I noticed how big P's eyes had grown. "He?! We're having a son?!"

I held my hands up as I corrected myself. "Honey I don't know, it just slipped out. I had a dream last night about a little baby boy but I wouldn't rely on a dream as a way of knowing the gender."

Kneading the sole of my right foot he protested, "Sometimes dream are correct J. Didn't you say your grandma used to dream about squid or something whenever someone was pregnant?"

I laughed, "She would dream about fish not squid P. We won't know what we're having until I give birth in our home."

"I don't think it's safe for us to have the baby at home, not with your high blood pressure."

Really? My blood pressure for the most part had been down for the past week. He made sure I never lifted a finger therefore I wasn't putting any stress on my body.

I sighed, "Babyyyy I'm fine. I--"

"Jazz we'll have plenty more babies that we can have home births for. And you're not fine," his massage halted and he proceeded to poke my slightly swollen toes. "How much do you want to bet that you're blood pressure is going to be high when we go to our appointment today? Look how chunky your feet are."

Snatching my foot from his grasp, I immediately became self conscious. It was bad enough I had gained what felt like 10 pounds since December, now I was experiencing swelling.

I shot back, "How much do you want to bet that after Dr. Hunt takes me off bed rest, that I still won't give you any punani?"

"See that's not fair J, I didn't even do anything wrong."

I cut my eyes at him and pouted, "You just called me chunky!"

"I said your feet were chunky, as in swollen", he corrected. "Baby you're not chunky, even if you were I'd still love you unconditionally."

"Yeah whatever." My mood swings were better than they were before but I'd still occasionally lash out at him for small stuff. I was just thankful that he was patient with me.

"I didn't mean to upset you Jazzy-Poo, forgive me?" That nickname always made me cringe for some reason. It sounded so stupid but somehow it managed to make me smile.

"I guess so." As he leaned in I met him halfway, relishing in the sweet taste of his lips against mine. Sneakily he untied my lavender robe, giving him a to-die-for view of my pregnant body.

The movement of his lips against the taut skin of my neck caused a tingling sensation."We haven't made love in three weeks. I can't wait any longer to be buried deep inside of you."

The closer his lips got to my highly sensitive breasts, the higher his fingers inched up my smooth thigh. I took a firm grasp of his hand when he hooked his index finger onto the hem of my panties.

I wanted it just as bad as he, but my better judgement was telling me that we should wait for the test results. "Easy tiger, you know I'm still technically on bedrest. Let's wait to see what the doctor says, okay?"

He reluctantly pulled his hand away. "I guess you're right."

Placing a tender kiss on my cheek, just as he went to stand up his attention turned to the plate of half eaten scrambled eggs on the glass coffee table. "How come you didn't eat all of your breakfast?"

I appreciate him taking on more responsibilities since I've been on bedrest, however cooking is one thing he needs to leave alone.

"I love you for making sure I'm taken care of, but baby I think you dumped half of the container of Adobo into the frying pan. If those eggs were any saltier I'd probably end up back in the ER", I said bluntly as I retired my robe.

Even though I was giggling at the jab I took at his cooking skills, an apparent tenseness had begun to wash over his face. Okay, maybe I shouldn't have brought up my trip to the hospital. "What P? Too soon?"

He flatly said, "That's not funny."

Oh please, as if he wasn't always cracking stupid jokes. "I was kidding, lighten up will ya? Oh, while I go change can you call dad and ask him if he's still bringing Noah home or if we have to pick him up?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "I'll call and ask your mom."

I was so tired of their pettiness. Even if it killed me, I was going to make sure that him and my father learned to love each other...or at least develop a strong liking.

"Babe, you do realize before we get married you two are just going to have to sit down man to man and hash everything out? I mean if not, he might not want to give me away at the altar." And before you ask, no the divorce isn't finalized yet. He so badly wanted to keep the date set for March 21st, but I thought it was best we postpone it for now.

As he rose from the couch I heard him mutter under his breath, "Yeah, that's if he's even invited."

"Hey, I heard that! You two are grown ass men who need to put their differences aside." In the middle of my rebuttal I had scooted to the end of the couch so I could get up, however my baby bump was starting to make it harder for me to do so.

A smug grin rose on his face as he stuck his hand out. "Do you need help?"

"No." Yes I did. I had to sit there and contemplate on how I would navigate around my stomach in order for me to get off that low-dwelling couch. If I had to put this much thought and effort in at 5 months, I wasn't looking forward to the unbearable struggles I would endure closer to my due date.

Intently following my every move, before I could make another attempt my fiancé had wrapped his hands around mine and pulled me up.

"I could've gotten up by myself you know?"

"I know, but it would've taken you five minutes compared to the five seconds it just took for me to help you. You should know by now that no matter what it is, I'll do anything for you." I believed that. He is the most loving, caring and selfless man I've ever met.

I grinned at his testament. "Is that so? Well I hope you're this eager to change all of our child's poopy diapers."

He furrowed his brows. "Why do I have to change all of them? We need to negotiate on that one."

Prince's Perspective

"Look at the little hand, it looks like it's waving", Alia gushed as she looked through the multiple sonogram pictures of her grandchild.

We were overjoyed when Dr.Hunt said Jazz no longer needed to be on bedrest, however she was still going to be monitored closely to ensure she didn't develop preeclampsia.

Hopping onto the barstool, Jasmin was too focused on making herself a peanut butter, jelly, and banana sandwich to look at the picture her mom was pointing to. "Mom ask P, I was so mad that the baby was kind of hiding it's face. I wanted to see if it had chubby cheeks like Noah yet."

Alia set down the pictures and placed her right hand on her hip. She sassily said, "I have two questions. For starter's, are you two sure y'all want to wait to find out the sex? We're all dying to know. As long as my beautiful grand baby comes out healthy I don't care, however I'd love a little girl. I know she'd look like a little babydoll."

I let out a small chuckle. "We're sure." Even after Jazz' slip up that morning, I managed to refrain from asking the gender earlier at our appointment. "But don't worry, if this baby is a boy we'll make sure to conceive your granddaughter on the next go-around."

Jazz cut her eyes at me. In between bites she said, "Yeah, in about five years. Ma, what was your other question?"

Alia asked, "I'm curious, Jasmin have you ever called him by his actual name? All I've ever heard you say is P or some other nickname." She has plenty of nicknames she calls me by, some she wouldn't dare repeat in front of her family.

She shook her head, "I mean I've slipped up a few times but no. I've just gotten so used to calling him anything other than his actual name." Jazz nibbled on her lower lip. Her twinkling doe eyes met mine, causing a warmth to radiate from inside. I'm still amazed at the fact that all it takes is one look and I instantly turn into putty in her hands.

Running the pad of my thumb along her jaw, she nestled her cheek into my palm. I said with a sly grin, "I don't mind, but I'll get her in the swing of saying it more often. I love the way she calls my name."

Knowing I was referring to the times she'd moan my name in the throes of passion, my sweet Jasmin flower began to blush.

Moments passed before I heard in sync footsteps descending down the back stair case and into her parents kitchen. When Morgan and Woody appeared, I would've preferred that she ignore me than make the sly remark she had made.

"Oh, you're still here", she flatly said. She dramatically rolled her eyes as she brushed past me, hugged Jazz, and bent down to rub her baby bump.

I made no effort to react to Morgan's childish behavior. I don't understand how Woody puts up with her on a daily basis. More power to him.

Woody came over and gave me some dap before hugging Jazz. In an effort to diffuse the situation, he let out a nervous laugh and stated, "Baby why wouldn't he be here? I'm pretty sure he drove."

Morgan folded her arms and scoffed, "I meant that as in, 'Wow, Jasmin still hasn't kicked you to the curb yet?'"

Alia gently slapped Morgans arm and simultaneously the three of them scolded her. Honestly, I tried so hard to be cordial with Morgan. I don't know why and when she started to have this burning hatred for me. I didn't get it, like was she jealous or something?

There was no reason for her to hold a grudge against me. She can still be mad about what happened in December if she wants, but Jazz forgave me. Mind you, she forgave me but she put me in the dog house for a good two weeks. She made me sleep in one of the guest bedrooms for three nights. Hell, if her doctor hadn't put her on bedrest, she might have swore off any love making for a month.

Something needed to be said. I was not going to allow her to continue to disrespect me or our relationship. Out of respect for their mother and her house I refrained from telling Morgan to go to hell, then again she probably vacations there.

"Woody I give you props man because this one here," I pointed to Morgan, "she's a real piece of work. Jazz and I have moved past it all, why can't you? You might not want to here this, but I'm not going anywhere. Your sister and I are getting married whether you like it or not, capiche?"

An awkward silence fell upon us. Morgan was painfully quiet. Maybe out of respect for her mother, however if the surroundings were different she would have ripped me a new one.

"So! How about them Timberwolves brotha?", Woody announced in an effort to diffuse the tension.

I was thinking of excusing myself to go find Noah, but my plans were halted when Terrance entered the kitchen.

I was in no mood to deal with her father's antics today. I've learned to just avoid him and his judgmental ways as much as possible. In all seriousness, Terrance looks like he might have a few skeleton's in the closet, who is he to judge?

Going around the room to greet everyone, after he gave Alia a kiss he turned his attention towards me. Terrance extended his hand out to me and said, "Prince, just the person I needed to see. Won't you follow me to my study?"

Pardon my french, but I was already preparing for the bullshit that might ensue.

"Take a seat", Terrance directed.

Closing the stained glass-paneled door behind him, he pointed towards the plush leather sofa that sat off center in the intricately-designed office.

One thing that stood out was the floor to ceiling book case. My eyes scanned over the extensive collection he had which included a handful of expensive first-editions.

It was evident Jazz inherited her love of reading from her father. It's no wonder why she wanted to instill that love into our children. Without a doubt they are going to grow up to be smart like her. That was just one of the many things I adored about her, no woman's intelligence has ever matched hers.

Allowing my body to sink into the cushions, I sat in silence while he poured himself a glass of dark liquor.

He turned and motioned the bottle in my direction but I waved my hand in protest. "No thank you, I don't drink."

Terrance reminded me of the high-class, snobby record execs I used to deal with. He had an arrogant air about him. The best way I could describe him is as one of those brotha's who went to an ivy league school, got a little bit of money, and forgot that he's black.

My fingers tapped anxiously on my knee. Once Terrance took a seat opposite of me, I was hoping he'd hurry up and say what he needed to say.

He cleared his throat, "Look, I know we didn't get off on the right foot", Yeah no shit. "But I realized that I have to put my doubts and pride aside for the sake of my daughters happiness."

I was honestly shocked that he was offering me what was his version of a half-assed apology. I couldn't help but think that either Jasmin or Alia put him up to this.

"Well with all due respect Terrance, you don't even know me well enough to judge me."

He let out a small scoff, however he looked as if he was mentally retracing his steps. "You're right, I don't know you. But is it so wrong to have my guard up when a married man comes snooping around my daughter?"

I kissed my teeth, "It wasn't even like that Terran—"

His raised voice cut me off. "Oh please don't jive me brotha, that's exactly how it was", he stood up and began to pace back and forth.

"The spice died down in your marriage so you went elsewhere for a source of love. I knew cats like you...hell I used to be you."

My eyes grew wide at Terrance's sudden confession. The fact that he confided this treacherous secret to me is still baffling."You cheated on Alia?"

He tucked his hands deep into his dress pant pockets. "Worst decision I've ever made in my life. I almost lost the love of my life ironically not too long after Jasmin was born. Alia had postpartum depression and we just started drifting apart. I would spend more & more time at the office. We had this new temp that had just started, and one evening we just...well you know where I'm going with this. Anyways this went on for about two months before Alia caught me and gave me an ultimatum. I didn't love that girl, she was just a distraction. Prince, I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that when I first met you you were automatically on my shit list because I thought you were just leading my daughter on. I thought you were running game on her, filling her head with lies, and then one day she was going to wake up and you would have ran back to your wife. And then all this talk about marriage, I didn't believe it."

I was glad that he had given me some insight, however he had it all wrong. Although vaguely similar, our predicaments are not the same. Jasmin was not just some fling.

"I was never leading her on. I knew I couldn't live without Jasmin long before she was pregnant."

He gave me a long look before he nodded. "I want to believe you. I hope you don't mind me asking, but has the divorce gone through or what?"

I sighed, recollecting on the fact that it would've already gone through if it wasn't for Mayte attempting to contest the agreements of the divorce. However she finally signed it once she realized that there was no reason why I should give her some preposterous amount of spousal support. "My attorney Londell said that the divorce decree should be granted in no time. I'm still hopeful that we can get married in March and I can adopt Noah."

He shook his head in understanding. "I see. Look I have a bad habit of not giving my kids credit when it's due, but you are doing a good job with Noah. He talks about you all the time. I can tell you will be a great father to him and the baby."

I couldn't help but grin at his encouraging words. Nothing meant more to me than getting a second chance at being father. "Thank you."

Rising to my feet, Terrance pulled me in for a handshake and said the words I thought I'd never hear come out his mouth. "It might be coming kind of late, but you and Jasmin have my blessing."

"Thank you, I know Jasmin will be happy to hear that. But just to set the record straight, I'm not calling you dad."

He grimaced and chuckled, "Please don't, we are too close in age for that. Terrance is just fine."

In the midst of our laughter we heard a light rapping on the door. "Come in!", he hollered.

The door slowly opened and soon enough revealed Noah poking his head in. His eyes flickered with joy once he saw me and he raced over to us. It was an interesting sight to see him with cornrows.

"There's my favorite little man! I like the hair-do, who braided your hair?", I exclaimed as I scooped Noah in my arms. He wrapped his arms around my neck so tight as if he never wanted to let go.

He loosened his grip just enough so he could look me in my eyes. "Nana! I missed you and mommy so much daddy! Mommy said I can go home today!", he happily said.

"That's right. We can finally finish reading the Wizard of Oz buddy. Tell your grandpa who your favorite character is."

Noah turned to Terrance and enthusiastically said, "I like the lion because he's the king of the jungle and he goes RAWR!" Noah began to giggle at himself. "I also—I also like the um, the Tin Guy and the scarecrow but I'm not like them because I have a brain, and a heart, and courage", he said as he pointed to his head and his heart for emphasis.

Terrance said,"That's right you do. You're so smart, looking just like your momma."

"What do you say Noah?", I asked him.

Before putting his thumb back in his mouth Noah peeped, "Thank you."

I set Noah down on the ground and ushered him to the door. "Let's go see what mommy is up to, okay?"

Entering the foyer with Noah in tow, as Noah raced off in search of Jasmin I walked up to Woody who was just ending his phone call.

"Where are the ladies at?"

"Upstairs looking at old pictures and stuff." Just then when heard a roar of cackling echo from the second floor. "Oh yeah, while you were talking to Terrance the resident loud mouth arrived."

I chuckled at his description of Tori. The girl is definitely a character. "Man Tori isn't that bad, she's just slightly over-opinionated."

He rolled his eyes and motioned for me to come closer as if he was going to tell me a secret. "Bro thats just the tip of the iceberg. You didn't hear this from me, but she's a hoe. She'd probably be in heaven at the Million Man March."

I was holding in my laughter as I questioned him, "Why do you say that?"

"Because Tori hooked up with Jasmin's ex, my homeboy, after our wedding. I know that's irrelevant to Jasmin now, but if she ever found out she'd probably slit Tori's throat. Who knows if it had happened before that night."

I didn't think I could absorb any more shocking news that day. I would've never thought Tori was that trifling, but then again you can never judge a book by it's cover. Hell, I could tell Woody a whole novel about how down and dirty Morgan used to get back in the day, however that's neither here nor there.

"Unbelievable man."

"Believe it. All I'm saying is watch your back. She hasn't tried anything however I wouldn't put it past her." Just as I was about to respond, one by one the ladies came down the winding staircase.

Jazz immediately caught my complete attention. The creme turtle neck that hugged her body perfectly offset her glowing caramel complexion. I don't know what it was, but an overwhelming sense of happiness washed over me. Flashing me a toothy smile as she came off the last step, I met her halfway and pulled her body into my grasp.

Caught off guard momentarily, her supple lips soon moved in harmony with mine.

She pulled away from the kiss and wiped the excess lip gloss from my lips. "What was that for?"

Admiring her through my hooded gaze I confessed, "I'm in love with you that's all."

Through the small sea of 'aww's' in the background Tori had to put her two cents in. "Aww, y'all are so lovey dovey that its almost sickening."

As she walked off into the family room Jasmin shot back, "See that's exactly why you don't have a man."

"That's alright though because I don't have time for these trifling guys. I don't love these hoes", Tori proudly said.

Hmm, how ironic.

"Baby I'm ready to go. Where'd my mini-me run off to?", Jazz asked while she casually walked back in to view holding an oversized, six foot long U-shaped pillow in her arms.

I pointed to it, "J, what is that?"

She innocently said, "What? This is my pregnancy pillow. It's so soft and comfy."

I bluntly told her, "That thing isn't coming in to bed with us. Baby girl, why do you need that to snuggle up with when I'm all you'll ever need?"

She rolled her eyes as she walked passed me and towards the garage. "Boy bye."

Jasmin's Perspective

I was glad to finally be in the comfort of my own home. I was ready to snuggle up on the couch and hopefully convince my fiancé to watch The Addams Family with me.

P snickered at me from across our kitchen while I used the step stool to climb up onto the counter. Once my butt was planted firmly against the granite I continued to snack on my bowl of peaches.

I was quick with my comeback. "I love how you're laughing at me as if you've never had to climb to reach the top shelf or use a booster seat to see over the steering wheel."

Fishing through Noah's Sesame Street backpack, he smugly replied, "Well at least I'm tall enough to get on all the rides at the state fair."

All I could do was cut my eyes at him. Touché. At this point in our relationship the subtle jabs we took at each other wasn't even offensive anymore because we've played around like this since the beginning.

Our banter ended when he switched his attention to some sort of note that was in the backpack.

"Babe what does it say? Was Noah misbehaving on Friday?"

P walked around the kitchen island and read the note aloud as he walked my way.

"Noah was on his best behavior today. However, his hair posed to be a distraction for his classmates. Throughout the day they came up to him and touched his braids, distracting them from their lesson. Here at Chapel Hill Academy we know that hair can be a form of self-expression, but in spite of that maybe Noah should return to his normally conservative hairstyle."

In that short period of time his blood began to boil. "Can you believe that shit J? 'Normally conservative hairstyle'...so basically his teacher is trying to say that braids are too black for their school?"

I didn't want to believe that's what that letter was referring to but the message was as clear as day. I scoffed, "I think Monday morning I'm going to have a talk with that teacher of his."

"No, I don't want you to go off on that lady."

"Then what do you suggest we do?". At this point, Noah was just as much my priority as he was P's. As the father figure in his life I wanted to know what he thought was best for Noah.

Resting his hands on thighs, he slowly shook his head. "I don't know, you know I was never too keen on that preschool anyways. I mean it's great that he gets to interact with kids his age a few days out of the week, however a piece of me wants to pull him out of that school. I don't want him anywhere where he isn't allowed to fully express himself."

I began to tug at the low neckline of his black wifebeater. "Maybe you're right."

His aggravation began to melt away and a glint cast over his eyes. "Did you just say I'm right? You never say I'm right about anything."

I joked with him, "You're right just this one time, but don't get used to it." Just then I felt the baby move from one side to the next. "But in all seriousness baby, I trust you to make the best decisions for our family."

"I love you." Before I could reciprocate he nestled his body between my open legs and meshed his lips with mine.

What started out as an innocent kiss quickly turned passionate. I wrapped my arms around his neck, doing my best to keep up with him as his tongue fought for dominance over mine.

The slow fire in the pit of my stomach continued to intensify as his lips trailed across my jaw line and down the base of my neck. His left hand gently tilted my head back & to the left giving him the access he needed. Sucking harshly on my delicate skin caused an intense shudder to course through my body.

"W-We...shit that's my spot. Honey slow down."

Inch by inch he hiked up my olive body con dress until a cool breeze was felt on my exposed lower lips.

Slowly dragging his index finger along my moistened slit, he dropped the base in his voice and whispered, "Do you want me to stop."

A soft moan escaped my lips, "No." With that he parted my folds and drove two fingers inside of me, a high pitched yelp echoing off the walls as a result.

Allowing my head to fall back, with each stroke of his talented fingers it became harder and harder for me to suppress my moans.

"Let it out, don't be shy mama." As much as I wanted to, I couldn't. My teeth dug further into my bottom lip, but I gave him the moan he was looking for when his thumb began to toy with my swollen bud.

I could feel my orgasm coming around the corner, so much so that with every passing second my sharp nails became embedded into his neck.

He let out in a shaky breath, "What's my name?"

"P-Prince."

"Louder Jazz", he demanded.

"I can't—I'm right fucking there." My internal temperature rose to the highest peak and my nails dug further into his wrist as he brought me to the pinnacle of ecstasy. I squealed,"Prince! Oh god, Prince!

Taking a brief moment to savor the delectable flavor of my juices, he wasted no time helping me down from the counter. I caught a glimpse of the mess we made, my essence had dripped off of my thighs and onto the granite countertop. Now Cassandra is going to have to bleach down the kitchen.

He grabbed my hand in an attempt pull me towards the family room but I turned him around and pushed him against the opposing counter.

"What are you doing?"

I flashed him a devious grin as I tugged at the waistband of his pants. "Let me take care of you." He didn't protest as he watched me squat down until I was eye level with his stiff penis.

His fingers became entangled in my curls once I drug my tongue along the underside of his length. By the way he drew in a sharp breath I knew it drove him crazy the way I circled my tongue around his tip before cleaning off that clear bead of pre-cum.

He groaned obscenities while I guided his entire girth into my mouth. His amber eyes were burning with lust under his hooded gaze, focused solely on the work I was putting in.

In our own little world, we were quickly humbled and brought back down to reality when we heard Noah call out in the distance. "Daddy may I have some fruit please?"

I immediately pulled him out of my mouth and buried my face in my hands out of sheer embarrassment. Prince turned and frantically told him, "Noah stay over there, don't come over here!"

I could hear the confusion in his voice, "But why? Where's mommy?"

I let out a heavy sigh and raised my hand high enough so he could see it over the countertop. "I'm right here sweetie."

"Mommy why are you on the floor? Did you fall?"

Prince began to stutter, "No she um, she was just helping me...take care of something", I slapped him on his thigh. "I mean she was helping me clean up something I had spilled. Just go back in your playroom and I'll bring you some fruit."

Noah huffed, "But mommy said I wasn't allowed to eat in my playroom anymore. Didn't you say so mommy?"

I did, but at that point I just wanted to diffuse this situation and collect myself. "Noah you can eat in there just this one time."

He peeped, "Okay." Once I heard his little feet race off down the hallway I stood up and readjusted my dress.

"I can't believe Noah just caught us. The only place we're having sex from now on is in our bedroom with the door locked", I pouted.

Despite the similar look of horror, Prince tried to joke around in order to make light of the situation. "Oh come on Jazzy. Let's just be grateful that he didn't see anything. He should forget all about this by tomorrow."

Let's hope.

*I just wanted to say again that I'm sorry it took so long to get this update out. The start of the fall semester and evacuating for Hurricane Irma just killed my entire vibe. But I'm back y'all and determined to become more consistent so I can take this book to the end (don't worry it's quite a few chapters & an epilogue left) and give y'all some glimpses of other stories I've had cooking. ✌🏾*