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I'm in the kitchen cooking up dinner while the kids are playing in the living room. As I cooked, Best Friend by 50 Cent came on and I begun to sing along.
First we get to talkin', then we get to touchin' If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin' I kiss like the French do, put my tongue in your ear
I heard someone rap from behind me, I turn around seeing my fine ass husband standing in the doorway, "Damn baby, you scared the hell out of me." I chuckled holding my chest.
"I'm sorry queen" Syaire spoke walking behind me, he wrapped his arms around me, kissing all over my cheek, jaw and neck.
"Mmm you smell good" I hummed as he turned me around to face him. I took in his appearance.
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wait a damn minute..."why the hell is your shirt halfway unbuttoned?" I questioned mugging him.
"I was on my way to changing out my clothes than I seen you in here with your fine self" he pecked my lips getting my lip stick on his lips. I wiped it off with my thumb, I pursed my lips at him and looked him up and down. "Mhm."
"I know you ain't jealous bae, i married you not anybody else." He playfully kissed me again.
"Jealous? Nig-goodbye Set" i laughed him off.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes" i added as he walked out of the kitchen.
Me and Syaire had an small and private wedding with 100 guest, eight months after we got engaged.
For our honeymoon Syaire took me to Bora Bora, we spent two and a half weeks there, having an amazing time.
I made everyone's plate and sat them on the table, I called Syaire and the kids down for dinner.
We sat at the dining room table, saying grace and eating dinner. After dinner Syaire cleaned up while I got the babies ready for bed and read them a bed time story. The babies are doing amazing, healthy and thriving.
