Suicide Sisters

22

Zedadiah

The dimly lit lounge area of the aquarium was a cocoon of intimacy, a perfect backdrop for the tender moments shared between Kiya and me.

Chasing Kiya's lips with mine, I groan inwardly as she playfully pushes me away, a slight annoyance etched on her face.

"I missed you" I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, laden with longing. Kiya's teasing smirk danced on her lips, a playful challenge igniting my desire.

"I can tell" she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The warmth of her gaze wrapped around me like a familiar blanket, and I couldn't help but lean in closer, drawn to her.

But then came the interruption, a simple request that momentarily broke the spell. "Can you get me pudding when we leave Thank you, Baby."

I nodded, her gaze still ensnared by mine, and with a gentle kiss, I closed my eyes, momentarily losing myself in the euphoria of the moment. It was a fleeting taste of what could be, a promise of something deeper.

"What kind of wedding do you want?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could catch it, not that I mind.

Her expression shifted to one of confusion, yet she answered, her lips brushing against mine in the process. "Umm... I don't like to be the center of attention, so I'm not looking forward to having one. But if that's what my husband wants, then I'm okay with whatever he decides."

Stealing another kiss, I held her left hand, admiring the empty space on her ring finger, a canvas waiting for the wedding ring she has yet to receive. "It don't gotta be big, Phat. I just wanna show my family I got me a good woman."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We aren't dating yet. Marriage isn't on the table right now," she reminded me, her tone a blend of caution and sincerity.

But I couldn't help but push back. "I'm just about ready to tell you I love you. Fuck you mean we're not dating? Phat, stop playing with me."

"Zedadiah," she said, staring at me in disbelief, shaking her head. "Slow down."

"Why do you think I'm rushing? I'm going to ask you to be my girl the right way, and a few days later, we're getting married. It's planned—"

"Your mind works in mysterious ways. It's not going to go like that. You'll ask, I'll say yes to the first question. We'll date for probably a year, and then only then may you ask my dad for my hand in marriage. There are a lot of traditional things that need to happen before and after a merge in energies like that."

"Whatever you want" I said, nodding as I pressed my mouth against hers again. "I ain't letting you go."

"Sounds like a threat" she replied, her smile lighting up her face, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Nah, nothing like that, Phat. I've seen enough to know you're who I want to settle down with. I'm not coming off you."

"Yeah?" she asked, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her voice.

"I dunno if I want to keep you to myself or share you wit—you want kids?"

"Depends on my health" she replies, her tone shifting to something more serious.

I nod, the weight of her words sinking in.

"How many do you want?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

"One; Zedekiah for a boy, Zenani if it's a girl" I reply, the names rolling off my tongue like a sweet melody.

"Those are beautiful names" she says softly, resting her head on my shoulder, her warmth enveloping me like a soft blanket.

I nod, skimming my nose over her collarbone, inhaling the cheesecake scent fragrant mist on her skin, a blend of jasmine and something uniquely Kiya. The sweetness envelops me, drawing me closer, as if the very essence of her being is inviting me to linger.