Suicide Sisters

33

The evening air was thick with a heady mix of excitement and warmth as Kiya and Zed stepped out of the bustling restaurant. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated their path, casting playful shadows that danced alongside them. Kiya felt a rush of joy bubbling inside her; tonight had been special.

They had shared laughter, delicious food, and a connection that seemed to grow deeper with every passing moment.

As they strolled, Kiya turned to Zed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know" she began, her voice light and teasing, "I really appreciate you. This date was perfect—I'm saying it like I didn't plan it. Did you like it?"

Her heart swelled with affection as she spoke, and she could see the corners of Zed's mouth twitch into a smile.

"I did" he replied, his tone sincere. He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a neatly folded piece of paper. "Hmm."

Kiya's eyes widened in surprise as she took the handwritten letter from his hand.

"Another one?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could hardly contain her excitement. "I'll read this at home; I'm sure it'll make me cry."

"Crybaby ass" Zed muttered playfully, his eyes glinting with affection as he watched her sway her hip against his. "I love you."

"Yeah, you do" she replied, her words slightly slurred from the drinks they had shared. She leaned into him, a goofy grin stretching across her face. "I love the drinks in there; they're so sweet I didn't even taste the liquor."

Zed chuckled, lifting her effortlessly into the passenger seat of his SUV. He relished the kisses and playful groping she showered upon him while he fastened her seatbelt. It was moments like these that made his heart race—her unfiltered joy and affection were intoxicating.

"So, are we going to my house or your crib?" he asked, glancing over at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Mmm, yours!" Kiya replied, her voice laced with a hint of mischief. "We have to get our niece!"

"Jayla's already there with her" Zed assured her, a smile creeping onto his face at the thought of their little family gathering.

"What about the pudding?" Kiya inquired, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the sweet treat.

"It's there too" he said, chuckling at her enthusiasm.

As he reached over her body to start the engine, Kiya's hands began to wander. They moved up his shirt, exploring the contours of his body before slipping into his pants and boxers. A giggle escaped her lips as she squeezed him, watching intently for his reaction.

He winked at her, a playful glint in his eyes.

Kiya erupted into laughter, her thumb rubbing over his tip. "Why is it so warm?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and delight.

Zed shook his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. He gently removed her hands, taking a step back to regain his composure.

"Save some of that energy for later" he said, closing her door before sliding into the driver's seat.

As they drove through the quiet streets, the world outside seemed to blur, fading into the background as they focused on each other.

Kiya leaned her head against the window, watching the city lights flicker by, but her thoughts were consumed by Zed. He was her anchor, her partner in crime, and the one who made her heart flutter with every glance.

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ZEDADIAH

The evening air was thick with the scent of popcorn, a delightful aroma that danced through the dimly lit living room. The faint hum of a movie playing in the background created a comforting soundtrack to our cozy gathering.

Kiya and I were nestled on the couch, a plush blanket cocooning us in warmth, while Nia lay sprawled on the floor, her tiny feet kicking playfully in the air as she absorbed the colorful images flashing across the screen.

"Kisses" Kiya mumbled drowsily, tilting her head back against my chest, her eyes half-closed but sparkling with affection. It was a simple request, yet it brought a wave of warmth to my heart.

I leaned down, planting soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and finally, her lips. She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing further into me as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly —a moment of pure bliss.

With a gentle nudge, I decided it was time for bed. "C'mon Phat" I whispered to Kiya, carefully lifting her from the couch.

She nestled her head against my shoulder, her small frame fitting perfectly in my arms as I carried her to her bed. The soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated her peaceful face, and I couldn't help but smile at how lucky I was to have her in my life.

After tucking Kiya in, I turned my attention to Nia, who was still engrossed in the movie, oblivious to the world around her.

"Cmon Baby, it's time for bed" I said gently, kneeling beside her. She looked up at me with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of disbelief and stubbornness.

"But I not tired!" she protested, her feet still kicking in the air. I chuckled softly, knowing full well that her energy was boundless.

"I know, but it's past yo bedtime. You can watch it tomorrow" with a little coaxing, I managed to lift her up too, carrying her to her bed as well. I tucked her in, making sure she was snuggly wrapped up before turning on the fan.

As I stood in the dimly lit room, I took a moment to glance around. The remnants of our day were scattered everywhere: toys strewn across the floor, clothes abandoned in haste, and half-open packages waiting for their moment to shine. It was a delightful chaos—one that I hope to continue to have. Yet, it was also a reminder of the responsibilities that came with being their caretaker.

I gathered the clothes first, starting with Kiya's side of the bed. As I bent down to pick up a stray sock, I unintentionally brushed against her foot that was hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Zeddie?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hmm?" I replied, glancing up to see her sleepy eyes peeking out from under the blanket.

"Get in the bed" she commanded softly, her tone a mix of authority and affection.

"I'm coming" I reassured her, quickening my pace to tidy up the room. I cleared the floor of toys, picking up dolls and action figures, each one leaving a small void in its place.

I checked all the doors, ensuring everything was secure for the night, and then finally made my way to the bed.

As I slipped under the covers, the warmth enveloped me like a comforting embrace. Kiya instinctively shifted closer, her small body seeking out the warmth of mine. Nia, too, nestled deeper into her blanket, her breathing already steady and calm.

I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and all that mattered was the three of us, cocooned in our little sanctuary. I could hear the soft rustle of the blanket, the rhythmic sound of their breathing, and the distant murmur of the movie still playing in the background.

I closed my eyes, allowing the tranquility of the evening to wash over me. Thoughts of tomorrow danced in my mind—plans for breakfast, a trip to the park, perhaps even a little baking. But for now, I was content to simply be present in this moment, surrounded by the love and laughter that filled our home.

Yet, as I drifted off to sleep, a playful thought crossed my mind. How could I take this and make it our reality? The idea sparked a mischievous grin on my face as I imagined the future we could build together—filled with laughter, love, and perhaps even a few more little feet kicking in the air.

Phat gon kill me

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