HIS-Story

HIS-Story~ Epilogue

It's been a year and some months when I found out my father died from overdose. I don't feel guilty anymore, but the thought of me preventing his death was always in the back of my head. Malaya doesn't know that our father and I talked. I didn't want to put her through that.

Speaking of Malaya, she's now a sophomore in UCLA. Of course I'm still paying her college and her apartment bills. Malaya is also dating this dude name Sean- ugh. I swear if she gets pregnant, she will hear my mouth every day.

Amber; whom is now my wife, gave birth to a healthy baby boy, like I predicted. Vincent Quince Lane; our three month old baby who looks exactly like me when I was younger. I bet he's going to be a flirt when he hits thirteen, like I was. But he's not going to grow up like me, I refuse to put my son in the predicament I was in. He's going to go to college, work, start a family the right way and be happy with his life; I'm going to make sure of that.

"You know, laying around all day won't solve the issue," I said as I looked down at Amber as she laid in bed. We are still living in the condo, we decided not to buy a house since we just technically moved in the condo and we don't need that much space.

Amber groaned, then rolled on her side so her back was facing me. She was currently going through the baby absence that very new mom go through. Vincent was staying over Amber's parents house for the week; it's the first time Amber is separated from Vincent for a whole week.

"Come on babe," I poked her bare ass and watched it jiggle a little. "It's not like he's going to be gone for a whole month."

The choice of words made her groan more. "Why would you say that? Now I'm going to be thinking it."

I rolled my eyes and say on the edge of the bed so I was at her feet that was poking out from the covers. "It's a nigga's birthday today, can you be happy and less sad for me. Please." Yup! I'm 28 years old today. A nigga is getting old.

The bed shift and soon I felt her comforting arms around my bare torso. I was only in my boxers and Amber was half naked; she only had my old t-shirt on by the way. And guess what, I started my birthday with bomb ass head and love making.

She planted a kiss on my cheek. "Okay, I'm not going to be sad anymore. I'm going to see my favorite man next week."

A pout form on my lips. "I thought I was your favorite man?"

A chuckle pass through her lips. "Both of you are my favorites."

"Good. Now, give me some sugar," I turn around and planted my lips on hers. "Damn you sexy," I said; making her laugh and blush.

"No I'm not. I have a a lot of baby weight. You're just saying that because you have too."

I chuckled then shook my head. "Actually I don't."

Amber sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "Fuck you."

"Fuck me? Okay, we can do another round of birthday sex." I crawled on top of her as she automatically laid down. "By the way, you're sexy. I'm not saying it because I have too, I'm saying it because I want too. Your my wife and I'm so glad you've been faithful and by my side every step of the way. I love you Amber."

"I love you too AJ."

"Sup nigga!" Shawn yelled over the loud bass in the club we was in right now. Shawn, DJ and a few others thought it would be a good idea to celebrate my birthday in a club with my lady by my side. The funny thing is, they all know I hate the club scene.