Creepin' 2: Eternal Love🦋

Fifty-Four.

"This shit dry as hell.", Aug mutters under his breath, making Ken laugh a bit.

"Chill.", she giggles.

Knocking out another wedding detail, Kennedy and August are now test tasting cakes.

"I am chill, you okay though?", he asks, reaching over to touch her thigh.

"Yeah, just tired.", she says covering her mouth as she yawns.

"Come closer.", he says as she moves her chair closer to him and lays her head on his shoulder.

"Here.", he says putting the fork to her lips.

"Mm.", she says, tasting the cake. "This is really good babe."

"Mhm.", he says, also tasting it. "It is, the icing is really good, what kind of icing is on this?"

"Whipped cream icing with a chocolate glaze.", the chef says.

"Ah, okay. Is this the one baby?", he asks looking at her.

"Yeah.", she smiles.

"Alrighty, the wedding is set for the 17th of September correct?", the chef asks smiling.

"Yes ma'am.", he says soothingly rubbing Ken's thigh.

"Can we get these designs here?", she says turning the display photo around to face the chef.

"Of course, it's a great choice.", she smiles taking the photo from here.

"Oh can we get the little bride and groom on top of it? And make sure they black please.", he says, making the chef chuckle.

"Of course, of course. I assure you your wedding cake will meet all of your expectations."

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"Here.", Aug says handing her a couple seasonings.

"Thank you.", she says taking them and seasoning their steaks.

"You're welcome.", he says wrapping his arms around her and putting his head in her neck. "You smell so good."

"Thank you.", she says smiling at his random compliment.

"Mhm.", he mumbles against her neck, kissing it.

"Stopppp.", she giggles.

"Aight, I'll stop only because you tryna cook.", he says sitting up and holding her waist.

"Did you arrange everything with the honeymoon?", she asks.

"I did, I think you'll be very happy with the destination.", he smiles backing up and sitting on the counter.

"I believe it. Are you wanting a bachelor party?", she asks putting the steaks in the oven.

"Not with strippers and shit. I really just wanna hang out with my boys. Hoop, smoke, drink, and possibly play cards. That's it.", he shrugs.

"Oh, okay.", she nods.

"That cool with you?", he asks.

"You're a grown ass man.", she says closing the oven and turning around. "You can do whatever you please as long as it doesn't leave you in jail or dead."

"You gone hold it down for me if I go down?", he asks leaning back on his hands.

"Duh, ain't no question. I'll do anything for you.", she says walking to the sink and washing her hands.

"Will you rub my feet later?", he smiles.

"I'll do anything but that.", she says making him laugh.