Fastidious

Chapter 1; sorine

Sorine couldn't believe she was so close to giving birth; having not been able to carry full term before, this was something she had only dreamed of. A month away from her due date, and she was desperately trying to hold it all together. She was used to death swimming around in her womb, so it was different from having a life growing inside of her after they had been through so much. She sat laughing with her lover, Sakori, as they looked at which custom baby blanket would best fit their future daughter.

Sorine sat between Sakori's legs with her back against his chest while his strong dark brown arms were wrapped around her waist and his hands resting on her stomach. "Babe, I really think this pink one is a classic." She said as she pulled the laptop up to her lap as best as she could with her protruding stomach.

She felt Sakori's hands rubbing and soothing their little girl, who was always active whenever she felt her daddy close. The deep rumble of his laugh made her melt as she heard him clear his throat. "Man, no, everybody and their momma got that pink shit in their child's room. I think that gray one or that sunset yellow jawn will work just fine."

She made a face as she turned around a bit and turned to face her boyfriend, "Seriously?" She asked as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lip with a contagious smile. She knew what to do and say to get Sakori to change his mind and agree with her. Her hand pushed away the laptop gently before she turned and straddled his lap. She felt Sakori's hands gliding up her two-toned thighs and then under her large oversized shirt as he gripped her ass–making an airy moan leave her mouth.

She whined when he pulled away from the kiss with an amused look on his face, "As a fuckin' heart attack. Don't buy that pink shit." She heard him say with a smirk on his face.

Sakori knew her well, and she knew that, but that didn't stop her from doing things to get her way. She wasn't used to hearing Sakori tell her no or disagreeing with her; in her eyes, he knew better than to go against her. But regardless of their age difference, she saw how Sakori continued to not let her intimidate him. She had seen how some men loved the idea of Sakori being with an older woman but didn't like how Sakori let her be the one in charge. She appreciated him not wanting to control her, but she also loved when he was assertive with her.

Before Sorine could get another word out, her forehead was kissed, and she was swiftly and carefully moved out of her boyfriend's lap. "Where you going?" She asked with a subtle raise of her eyebrows. Sorine had this underlying worry that Sakori would leave her. He had tried to leave her before, but she begged him to stay, and at first, she didn't think he would listen, but he did.

"To make dinner," She heard him say with a laugh as he looked at her with confusion knitted in his coffee brown eyebrows. He leaned down and pressed another quick kiss to her lips, "Stop worrying, I'm not going anywhere but downstairs. If it makes you feel any better, you can come downstairs and watch me cook." He said to Sorine as she nodded her head softly.

With the help of Sakori's steady hands on her waist, she was able to make it out of the bedroom and down the stairs in one piece. She took a seat on the stool behind the island counter and watched as Sakori moved around the kitchen, grabbing all the ingredients he thought/knew he would need.

Being twenty-eight, she never thought she'd end up with a man who is at the tender age of twenty-three. When they finally engaged in more than platonic words, Sakori's first words were unforgettable to her. "I don't know how to love you or fall in love with you, and I don't need you to hold my hands and teach me. I just need you to be patient with me and help me grow in love with you." Those words had left Sorine speechless because she could see how genuine he was, how this man was someone she could invest in. In Sorine's eyes, Sakori was like an investment. Not exactly up to his true potential, but with a bit of nurture and help, he could be fantastic.