Navigates the highs and lows of both career and personal life. Glimpse into the world of professional sports. But beyond the confines of the basketball court, the journey is also filled with a cast of characters, from loyal friends and relationships.
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"I understand that it's part of the marketing strategy, but why must her pesky hands be on you?" I muttered with annoyance, watching as Jermaine appeared in a cologne commercial just before the basketball game starts.
"It's part of the scene, Nae," he replied.
"I don't like it," I muttered, reaching for the pickle jar on the coffee table. Lately, my pregnancy cravings had been intense, and pickles seemed to be the only thing that could satisfy them.
"You're being a little possessive, it's cute," he said with a charming smile, knowing that my annoyance with the commercial was just a momentary feeling. I rolled my eyes at his comment, knowing that his charm could always soften my mood.
I wasn't jealous, just protective of what was mine. It was natural for me to feel that way, especially with the added hormones from my pregnancy making me more emotional than usual.
As I popped a pickle into my mouth, he positioned my legs on his lap and began to affectionately give me a foot massage. I relaxed into his touch, feeling his strong hands massaging away the tension in my muscles.
"Technically you were the woman who was meant to be in commercial," Jermaine teased, referring to the fact that I had initially been offered the role in the commercial but had turned it down due to my pregnancy.
"I may have been the original choice, but still bugs me to see someone else in that position all over you," I admitted, taking another pickle from the jar. "Look at that smug look on her face, enjoying every moment of it."
He chuckled, somewhat enjoying my moment of territorial. He pulls me in for a deep kiss. "These pregnancy hormones got you raging with territorial, huh?" he teased.
I couldn't help but smile as he continued to tease me, his words lightening the mood. "Hey, you know what they say, a pregnant woman is a force to be reckoned with."
He laughed, pulling me closer to him on the couch. "I wouldn't have it any other way. I like this feisty side of you. It's turning me on."
"Good, because I'm turned on by you being turned on," I teased.
Just as I was about to pull his t-shirt off, the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, but he clearly was with a guilty look on his face.
I glared at him. "That better not be your homeboys."
"Sorry, babe, I double-booked. I haven't catch up with them since I've been back from away game," he mentioned.
"Fine, go entertain your friends. It's not like I was looking forward to spending time with my husband or anything," I sarcastically remarked. He gave me a quick kiss before heading to the door, promising to make it up to me later.
