Providing a Good Deed 2

Twenty-Five.

Enjoy babies!  One more chapter and it'll be the end. Thank you guys for all of your support, but it's time to call this wraps.

Hope you enjoyed it.
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4 Years Later
New York, New York

"Thank you Nia, I'll see you next week pretty thing!"

"Bye Simone! Your leaps were so good tonight! I'm proud of you." Giselle smiled brightly. "I'll see you next week."

After all of Giselle's petite dancers were gone, she turned to face her goddaughter; Malia.

Malia is King's 2 year old daughter.

King was now married and living a very happy life with his wife Bianca and his daughter of course.

Giselle was more than happy for him. King deserved it.

"Malia." Giselle sang. "You ready to go pretty girl?"

Giselle smiled at how cute Malia looked in her gray tutu and her wavy hair that sat sloppily in a ponytail.

"Yes." She simply stated, giving Giselle a cheeky smile.

Giselle tidied up her huge dance studio, made sure she had all of her things before heading out with Malia.

"You're staying the night with me!" Giselle squealed. "Mommy and daddy have date night tonight."

Giselle figured Malia didn't even understand half of the things she was saying, but she continued to talk anyway.

"You fell out of the sky Malia. No one saw you coming, but boy are we blessed with you."

Giselle stopped at a red light and once she turned around, Malia was knocked out.

She giggled at her loud snoring, shaking her head at her.

"Guess I been talking to myself this whole entire time huh?"

"Why am I still talking to myself." Giselle face palmed herself, knowing damn well she was tired and just wanted to go to sleep.

Pulling up to her well worked for condo, she safely got Malia out of her car seat and made her way up the steps.

Pulling out her key to unlock the door, he beat her to it by opening the door.

Giselle smirked, forgetting that he was even here. "You scared me dude, don't do that. I didn't even see your car parked in front."

"That's because I parked in the garage." He chuckled, carefully taking Malia out of my arms.

"Can you take her up to her room for me. She's sleepy from dance class, but I know she's going to be up pretty soon hyper than ever." She sighed, undoing the tight bun that was secured on the back of her head.

"While she's napping, I should nap too because I'm tired myself hell. Had 4 mini toddler dance classes today."

"You should be used to this Mrs. Misty Copeland." He joked, turning around to take Malia to her room which was located down the hall.

"Shut up." She snarled, making her way towards the kitchen.

She heard his deep ugly laughter, rolling her eyes.

As Giselle opened her freezer to see if she had anymore left over taquitos, she admired her engagement ring, smiling brightly.

"Lord, what did I get myself into?" She joked, laughing slightly.
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"Princeton, you can't do that. You're cheating." I shook my head, taking back his cards.

"I can put multiple draw two's on top of each other! What are you talking about?"

I sighed. "You can, just not with me." I argued back, handing him back his draw 2 cards.

"You hell, you know that?"

"I'm hell, but you put a ring on this finger. Okay." I laughed, smirking.

"I don't even know why I did that."

Princeton too laughed afterwards because he knew he couldn't even take himself serious.

"Yeah, that's exactly what the fuck I thought." I gave him a death glare, winning the game.

"You're a cheater. I really could've won, but you a sore loser dude."

"I'm not a sore loser. I just don't like to lose." I shrugged.

"It's time for us to go to sleep." I mentioned, checking the time.

"You dropping Malia off in the morning, or am I?" Princeton asked, stacking up the deck of UNO cards.

"Can you drop her off please because I have to be at Juilliard in the morning to work on the Nutcracker."

"That's no problem."

I stood up off of the blanket, doing a big stretch. I let the fire out, and then followed Princeton up into our bedroom.

I quickly removed my night clothes, which left me in my bra and panties. Sliding into the silk covers, I anxiously rubbed my legs together impatiently waiting to be cuddled into my man.

Hearing the water run from the sink, which meant that Princeton was washing his hands... he opened up the bathroom door, kicking it open with his foot, drying his hands off with a small face towel.

Before I knew it, he was behind me. His masculine arm wrapped tightly around my torso, as he kissed my jawline then my cheek.

"I love you Giselle."

I smiled... very big, hearing those 4 words that I hear everyday coming out of the same mouth.

It made my heart swell.

"I love you too Princeton."