Nova Solana Carter
It's Saturday afternoon, and I just wrapped up sending out invoices for my latest orders. Now it's time to dive into some properties I plan to check out. I've been dipping my toes into the Airbnb market lately, trying to get a feel for it and see if it's worth the investment.
With my laptop on my lap, I leaned back against the headboard when I felt Ramirah's hand slip under my shirt and into the band of my sports bra.
"Mama, what you doing?" I glanced down at her, smile forming on my lips.
She shook her head. "I'm not doing nothing, what you talking about?"
"Then why's your hand in my shirt, girl?" I chuckled, pulling her hand away, and she whined like the spoiled brat she is.
"Ugh, when are you gonna be done, Solana? I miss you," she said, climbing onto my lap and knocking over a stack of papers. I quickly shifted my laptop to avoid a bigger mess.
"Baby, I'm almost done. Once I finish, we can do whatever you want," I promised, rubbing her back as she nestled her face against my neck.
"Can I stay like this while you work?" she mumbled, making me laugh.
"Mama, how am I supposed to work if you're sitting where my computer should be?" I asked, laughing a little bit. She shrugged, completely unbothered.
"Just give me 30 more minutes," I said, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
"Papa!" she whined, and I knew I was losing the battle. "Okay, okay, I'll just look it up on my phone." I surrendered, pulling out my phone to search for properties.
♡
"Baby?" I called as I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling freshly put together. We had dinner reservations and a candle-making class to get to.
"Yes, my love," she replied, walking into view and looking so perfect.
"Damn, do we really have to go anywhere?" I teased, grabbing her waist and pulling her close.
She blushed, laughter escaping her lips. "Solana, please!"
"I'm serious! You look so good baby, I'd get on my knees right now," I said, leaning in to kiss her, which made her moan softly before she reluctantly pulled back.
"Papa, we have reservations... and I just did my lip combo," she pouted, heading back to the bathroom to fix her now smudged lip gloss.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, placing kisses along her neck. "I don't care, crybaby," I teased, watching her reapply her lip liner biting my lip.
"Then move, Solana!" she said, pushing me away, making me laugh.
"And don't kiss me anymore! You're messing up my lip combo!" she pointed the lip liner at me like a weapon, and I dodged it, holding my hands up in surrender.
"Girl, I'll kiss all shit that off and sweat that silk press out. Say I won't!" I grabbed her throat lightly, pulling her body into mine.
"Solana, leave me alone!" she huffed, freeing herself from my grip.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Quit talking all that shit," I said, walking out to grab my wallet and plop onto the bed to wait for her.
♡
"Reservations for Nova Carter," I said at the host stand when we arrived at the rooftop restaurant overlooking the city.
"Right this way," the host replied, leading us to our table.
I grasped Ramirah's hand and followed closely behind, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. As we settled in, the host placed our menus in front of us.
"It's so pretty up here!" Ramirah exclaimed, and I nodded, soaking in the view.
"It really is. TikTok has all the hidden gems," I agreed, and she laughed.
"What would we do without TikTok?" she joked.
"Honestly, who knows?" I trailed off, admiring her as she scanned the menu.
Sometimes, I still can't believe I'm in a full-blown relationship with this beautiful, amazing woman. If you'd told me two years ago I'd be here, I wouldn't have believed you. It's wild to think I almost lost her over some dumb mistakes because I genuinely don't think anyone else could make me feel what Ramirah does.
"Solana, why are you staring at me?" she asked, blushing as she put her menu down.
"I was just thinking about how I got the most beautiful woman in the world and how much I love you," I said, taking her hand and making her smile.
"You're such a simp sometimes. Who would've ever known?" she laughed, and I shrugged, a smile spreading across my face.
"Only for you," I replied, pressing a kiss to her hand.
"I love you too, papa," she said, and just then, the waitress arrived to take our order.
Dinner flowed perfectly, filled with laughter and random conversations. But all I could think about was making her my wife. I know they say when you know, you know, but I can't help but wonder if I'm moving too fast.
"You enjoy your food, baby?" Ramirah asked, her eyes getting heavy as I reached for my card.
"I did, did you?" I replied, and she nodded, a soft smile on her lips.
"The drinks are kicking your ass, baby" I joked, and she rolled her eyes.
"Mind your business, Solana!" she shot back, playfully slapping my arm.
"You are my business, Ramirah Shiloh Capri-Carter," I said, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer, earning a soft moan from her.
"See? No home training! We're in public. Let's go!" she said, pulling my hand as we made our way out of the restaurant.
"Whatever you say, baby," I laughed, following her lead, already looking forward to the rest of the night.
