The Plug's Daughter

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The Plug's Daughter
Chapter 24: Quality time
Houston,Texas
Four days later...

Alazhá's POV:

The sound of birds chirping outside the window woke Alazhá, but the real reason she was up was the heavy weight of Romani's arm wrapped around her waist. He was still knocked out, his face relaxed and peaceful. She tried to shimmy out from under him, but his grip tightened like he knew she was trying to escape.

"Ro," she whispered, kissing his lips. "Wake up."

"Mmm," he grumbled, pulling her closer.

"Boy, I gotta get home before my daddy start actin' like I been kidnapped."

He peeked one eye open and smirked. "Man, let me sleep another ten minutes. You feel too good right here."

"Ten minutes gon' turn into an hour, and I'm not tryna get cussed out today," she said, laughing softly.

"Fine, fine," he groaned dramatically, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. His deep morning voice sent a shiver down her spine. "But you owe me for making me get up this early."

"I don't owe you nothin'," she shot back, sliding out of bed and grabbing his hoodie off the chair to throw over her body.

Romani watched her with a lazy grin. "You look too fine in my clothes. Makes me wanna drag you back in this bed."

"Well, keep dreaming, 'cause I'm not about to play with you this morning," she said, shaking her head as she grabbed her phone. "Let's go boo."

The car ride was smooth, the morning sun casting a golden glow over Houston's streets. Romani's hand stayed on her thigh the entire drive, his thumb tracing lazy circles.

"You tryna butter me up or somethin'?" she teased, glancing at him.

"Maybe," he said with a small smirk. "I like keepin' my wife happy."

"Your wife, huh?" she said, raising an eyebrow but unable to hide her smile.

"Don't play with me, Alazhá. You know what it is," he replied, his voice low and serious.

As they pulled up to her house, he put the car in park but didn't unlock the doors right away. "You good today? You need anything?"

She shook her head. "I'm good. Just got a lot of work to handle."

"Alright. Hit me later," he said, leaning over to kiss her softly. "And don't be too stressed. You got this, boss lady."

She stepped out of the car, her heart fluttering just a little. Watching him drive off, she couldn't help but smile. This man was really doing things to her.

Inside, the smell of breakfast hit her immediately. Demario and O'Mari were sitting at the kitchen table, coffee mugs in hand, their conversation interrupted when she walked in.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to come home," Demario teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't start, Daddy," Alazhá said, laughing as she kissed his cheek and gave O'Mari a hug. "Good morning."

"Mornin'? Baby girl, it's almost noon," O'Mari said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a plate of food from the counter. "Y'all always got jokes."

As they ate, the conversation turned to her and Romani.

"So, this Romani nigga," Demario started, his tone careful. "He treatin' you right?"

"Yeah, Daddy," she said with a small smile. "He makes me happy."

"Hmm," Demario said, clearly skeptical.