LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR II (REMASTERED)

REPARATIONS

Lucious

Friday Morning: 8:00 a.m.

My feet slowly inching along the marble halls of the mansion as I make my way towards my bedroom with tray in hand, I cleared my throat. The aroma of bacon, eggs, hash browns, and grits wafting into my nose while I continue to walk in my brown Giuseppe Loafers, tan slacks, and brown button down.

Now, considering the startling revelation that Diamante revealed about Lola yesterday you would think that all's well in the world of Lucious and Cookie Lyon right? 

And for the most part they are but now that one of the biggest obstacles standing in the way of my wife fully trusting me again has been eliminated, I've still got major work to do in order to win back her faith in me and in us. I hate that she's still so unsure about things between us that she won't move back into the mansion, like she ain't here all the damn time anyway mind you.

Lola was devastated by the news that she isn't me nor Jamal's child but like we all told her, she'll always be a Lyon, and I mean that. I love that little girl. Sure, I'm big on blood, lineage, and all that other stuff but see Lola's been a part of our lives for way to long for us to just up and stop loving her just because of what a piece of paper says. 

We aren't that ruthless, despite popular opinion.

Carefully, I crept up to my bedroom door. Smirking to myself while easing inside as the practically naked frame of my beautiful wife lies sprawled out along our bed. Sheets tangled around her, pillows scattered all over as slow even breaths float through her body. The sunlight glistening off of her flawless face as I tip over towards her side of the bed, sat the tray of food on the nightstand to the side then looked back over at her.

I made her breakfast in bed cause I know her greedy ass is hungry and when she doesn't eat, she gets cranky so I'm feeding her before she even gets a chance to complain. We stayed up for hours last night talking about everything from Lola to her strained relationship with Carol and even how the kids are gonna respond to the new family developments.

My hand slid into my pocket while I watched her sleep, and I eased the velvet box captive within it out. Gingerly sitting it down next to the flower arrangement on the tray, I shifted my focus back onto her, I've got plans for us this weekend starting today and I just hope that she's up for all that I have up my sleeve. 

I'm really on some old school wine and dine typa things at this point.

"Cooks." I whispered. "Cookie, baby wake up." I stated once more but she's out like a light and after last night I can't blame her. 

Although she wants to take things slow that damn sex drive of hers is still in a very high and fast gear to say the very least but I'm not complaining. Some may feel that sex complicates things, but sex has never been our problem, it's honestly like we may not be able to figure out how to keep our relationship on the right track, but we can always figure out how to perfectly fit our bodies together though. Our pull towards one another never seems to waver.

The kids are all still knocked out in their rooms cause it's kinda early but my wife needs to be up early so that we can get started on the surprises I have in store for the next couple of days. 

I leaned down towards her, kissed her exposed shoulder beckoned her again. "Baby wake up." Came through my mouth.

My lips began to travel up towards her neck, "Cooks." I murmured against her skin and finally she began to stir.

"Hmm, mmh. Gone Lucious. I'm sleeping." She whined and I couldn't help but grin as she turned onto her side away from me, then tooted her booty up, and pulled a nearby pillow against her chest. I bit down on my lip in response to the view then slapped her ass hard, the thud echoing around us, as I picked back up the serving tray.