Layla ( A Dark Beauty Novel) {Urban}

C H A P T E R 11 : Sorry.

Saturday

July, 15th, 2014

8:30 p.m.

        As I cuddled underneath Darien a smile appeared across my face. I rested my head on his chest and inhaled his cologne as he sat watching t.v. with his hand resting on my butt. We have been in our apartment for less than a month, and I’d be a lie if I said I wasn’t enjoyin’ it. This is exactly how I imagined my life with him, and I couldn’t ask for nothing more. “Hold me tighter.” I demanded.

“I’m holdin’ you tight ma.” he said. “If I hold you any tighter I’m squeeze the life outta’ you.” he joked. I gently hit him in the chest and laughed along with him.

“I don’t care as long as you’re holdin’ me.” I admitted.

    My fingers traced his abs that was under his shirt as my mind wandered. I was still getting use to the idea of him being around so much. This has been the first time in four years, (disregarding the weekends we spent at each other houses) that we’ve been inseparable. I was so accustomed to dealing with the kids alone, that now since Darien was around it was hard for me to let him help, and for me to relax. It was a reality changer to see my man step up and show he had true father skills. My heart melted every time I seen him pick up Kaedence and play with her, or change her diaper or times when he and Junior would go down to the basketball court in the building a play a couple rounds. For the first time I witnessed him cut off his business phone and, in a way, I guess he was starting to become a family man.

“Why don’t we go out tonight?” he asked.

“And where to?” I questioned.

“I don’t know to a club I guess.” he suggested.

“And where are the kids going to go?” I asked.

“They can go to my mama’s house.” he answered.

“I don’t know it’s been a minute since I’ve been away from the kids.” I admitted.

“Come on,” he pleaded. “You’ve been stuck in this penthouse, studyin’ for the last month,” he pointed out. “and plus we need some time alone.” he flirted as crawled on top of me and began plantin’ kisses to my face and neck.

“Okay.” I said as I tried to control my laughter. “but only for a little bit.” I told him, changing my playful tone to a serious one.

    Darien backed back and then reached for the remote, seconds later the flat screen cut off and he stood up. “Cool,” he agreed. “Get the kids ready.” he instructed.

“Uhh,” I began as I stood up to. “Shouldn’t you call?” I questioned.

“Nah,” he said. “They already know.”

“Oh so you already had this shit planned out, huh?” I questioned as a smirk appeared across my face.

“Yup.” he agreed as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close, and began to kiss me in all the right spots.

   The kiss was deep, slow and passionate. Tiny moans fell from our lips as we nibbled on each other’s lips. “Eww.” I heard my son say. I slowly pulled back from Darien and looked down at Junior.

“Be quiet li’l dude,” Darien playfully scolded. “one day you gon’ be doin’ that too.” he told him.

“No I’m not.” he said matter-factly. “’cause kissin’ is nasty and that’s how babies are born.” he told us. “Now mommy has a baby in her stomach.”