He's Still Single

Chapter 1 - Detroit, Michigan

I was living and loving blissfully. My husband and I married last month and everyday from that day I was almost living a fairytale. I couldn't complain about anything. My honeymoon was good, our jobs was great, and the sex life was everything that I needed and more! We decided to have out walimah (reception) a month later so we didn't cram everything in one day and we wanted all of our family to atleast make it to one of our events. 

I was already in a foul mood because my sister decided to fly in to town, not to join her family and her baby sister at this luxury dinner party, but to attend the wedding of one of her AKA sisters. What in the hell? Really? Ok that was cool, I wasn't losing no sleep over that. She played it off by congratulating me and giving me a card when she showed her face at my front door looking for a place to lay her head until the next morning. I should have showed her ass to the nearest hotel, but I wasn't as low down as she was. She was blood and I treat family exactly how I need to, so nobody can say I did or didn't do this, that, & the third.

"Hey Kee, you making cake?" she asked me. 

"Naw, I'm making my husband and I some brownies".

"They smell good", she said. I knew she wanted some but she wasn't about to grub too!

"Yea, I know right? Don't touch my shit neither, I'll be back down here when he gets home and that tray better be as full as I left it. Good night". I walked up the stairs, wishing a nigga would touch my brownies but as educated as she was, she didn't. As I walked into my room and climbed into bed, I grabbed my phone and texted my husband the only burning question that grinds his gears.

"Bae, when are you getting off? Are you close to clocking out?" I sent the message with a smirk on my face. My phone vibrated in a matter of seconds and as I predicted, her was acting suspicious because I asked a suspicious question. I just laughed. He wrote that he would be home in 30 minutes, but no more than 10 minutes later I heard the front door alarm and I could hear the music from his head phones all the way from upstairs. Did he really think he would catch me doing anything at 4am? I had to get some beauty rest for one of the largest events in my life, other than my actual wedding.

"Hey Titan", I said giggling as he tried to creep into the bedroom. "I thought you said you would be home in 30 minutes, I guess I should tell Jerome, that so happens to be hiding in the closet, that he should go home huh?" Jamaal just looked at me sideways, with the facial expression that said I should stop playing with him. He stood there in the dark, with the illumination of the television shining outlining his frame and showing a visible glare in his eye. I don't know why he stood there looking like Freddy Vs. Jason when he clearly smelled like fresh baked brownies.

"Fat Butt" I called him as I crawled up to him to give him some kisses. "How many did you eat? Can't answer me"? He just stared at me, and then he started chewing and took the plate he had from behind his back to show me that he had clearly made a meal out of my goodies. I just shook my head, "umm you have a plate in the fridge Titan, don't act like you didn't see it!"

"I did see it, it's gone now." He said.

"The hell? How?"

"I came in through the back door...."

Sitting looking confused, "but the alarm for the front door went off."

"I know it did, and if I ever catch you slippin, I'll kill you"

"But how are you so tough right now, and you smell like a bakery? How you look akh? If you wanna go, we can get it right now", I told him as I tapped on his forehead with every word. He gave me a kiss on my neck and growled.

"Sweet baby, lord, oooh yea okay. Yaaaaaas Zaaaaaaddy", I thought. He always knew how to shut me up. He then turned on the lights, took off his work clothes and ate his brownies as he sat on the bed and watched ESPN. Needless to say, I grew tired of the repeating headline and I layed down and went to sleep. He would eventually grab me so I could sleep on his chest, the rest of the early morning would be something that only the both of us would have any recollection of.