One Day At A Time ( A Justin Combs and Diggy Simmons Story)

Chapter 3

|Justin's POV|

I walked out the bathroom to still see Dee sleeping. I climbed into the bed and leaned over her shoulder. I kissed her neck. "Babe wake up." I whispered in her ear.

"Mm." She groaned.

"Come on, Dee. You gotta get up. You have a lot to do today, and I don't even know what I'm 'pose to be doing. So come on, get up.

I pulled the covers off her and gave her ass a big smack. A smack so powerful it turned her cheek red.

"Ahhhh, shit Justin!" She Shouted sitting up with her hand grabbing on her ass.

"I said get up." I smirked and kiss her lips.

She playful punched my chest and climbed on top of me.

It felt good, especially since I had just gotten out the shower and was naked. She rubbed my chest and kissed my lips.

"Come on, go get in the shower." I rubbed her ass and gave it a little squeeze.

"Fine... Ugh, getting married is so stressful!" She said as she got off me and made her way to the bathroom.

"Not for me." I winked at her.

"Oh, shut up." She was now stripping out of her sleep wear.

"Soooo... Have you talked to your friends?" I stood in the door way of the bathroom.

"Yeah, their plane should be here soon, so that's why you need to go.

I walked into the bathroom and  stuck my head into the shower. "Can't. I'm waiting on Dig to hit me up."

"Why?"

"'Cause he's riding with me. Duh. Anyway, I'mma let you shower and get ready."

"Okay, and call him to see if he's on his way."

"Yeah, yeah. And yo- where my, where my watch?"

"You don't need a damn watch, nor do you need to look good to go pick these females up, Justin!"
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|Diggy's POV|

I woke up to the smell of Liz's floral scented perfume. Her spot was empty next to mine and she wasn't at her makeup table, so I collected she was in the bathroom.

Rubbing the sleep out my eyes, I closed the door behind me. There my beautiful wife stood in this bad orange sundress that made her ass look like the sun.

My God.

Till this day, Elizabeth still had this affect that made me size her up and admire her as if we had just been acquainted. She had this power that renewed my spirit. I had eyes for no other.

Elizabeth didn't acknowledge my presence. Instead, she just brushed her long hair into a low ponytail and put a barrette on the hair tie. The meticulous way she did things amazed me.

Gently, I hugged her from behind and gnawed on her neck.

"Good morning, baby."

"Hi, Daniel."

Liz's cold tone could make you feel like the lowest piece of shit sometimes.

"Dang. That was dry. What's wrong?"

I should have been asking, "What I do?"

"Nothing. Other than the Keurig breaking, the dryer shrinking my dress, and the lights going out on my vanity, everything is peachy!"

Supportive husband time.

"Babe, you know, I love your face with no makeup."

"Whatever." She spewed as she applied some shimmery stuff to her nose.