If I get a vote per read and 20 comments, I'll publish the second part of this chapter.
Misty
“Are you sure you don't want me to come with you babe?”
“Yes sweet face.” He pulled me into him. “I'm very sure.”
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Giggling as he began to kiss on me, I exhaled and smiled. Since we've been in France, I've seen a different side of him.
Though I was accustom to him lavishing me with gifts, this past two days, it was the simplest things that he did. From making me breakfast, to randomly sending me flowers to the spontaneous surprise dinner, it was like I was in a movie.
“What you thinking about?” He caressed my belly.
“How much I love and appreciate you.”
“Is that right?”
“Mhmm.”
“Well I love and appreciate you too baybeh.” He smirked. “Let me show ya fa tha fifth time.”
Pulling me on top of him, I laughed out and smiled before we began to kiss. As I rolled my waist on him, he spanked me, making me moan against his lips.
“Ya like that huh?” He smirked.
Pulling on my top, he began to suck on my cleavage when there was a constant knocking on the door.
“Momma!”
“Just ignore it.” He kissed me.
“Momma, Daddy!” Nai called again.
Groaning in frustration, Aug dropped back in defeat while I sighed and shifted off of him. Fixing my clothes, I made my way to the door and opened it.
“Good morning sweet pea.” I looked at her then smiled.
“Morning? Momma its midday. You and daddy been locked up in here since yesterday evening.”
“Ok and?” Aug was heard saying.
“And, y'all forget you got a daughta'?”
I'm not going to lie, since we've been here, we've barely given Nai any attention but simply because we knew she could hold her ground and she had people around to keep her company.
“No we haven't sweet pea.” I kissed her forehead.
“Well it seems that way.” She pouted.
“Naima, its Saturday. Y'all been here what? Two days. Let me spend sometime with ya momma, that's all it is.” Aug spoke.
By this time we were all sitting on the bed in our room.
“Fine. What time are we going to get our clothes for later?”
