"Damn, it's hot as the devil's ass out there!" I half yelled when Don and I entered our hotel room, which was a hut that sat above the blue ocean water. I started stripping from the tank top that I was wearing as it was now sticking to my skin along with my shorts. "Babe, come fan me." I said to Don. "With what?" He asked. "I don't know. Find something." "Get your sweaty ass in the shower." He shrugged. I glared at him. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not the hot one, you are." He smirked before stretching his tall ass across the bed.
I threw my wet shirt at him and walked off. "You can kiss my sweaty ass." I mumbled. "Don! Stop!" I screamed and swatted him away. I was bent over turning the shower water on when I felt his lips on my left buttcheek and his hand was squeezing my right. "Why? Didn't you tell me to kiss your sweaty ass?" He laughed. "Well, yeah but I didn't mean for you to actually do it nasty." I stood and pushed him away.
"Gimme a kiss." He demanded and puckered his lips. "No, you just kissed my ass. Get away." I tried to step in the shower but he stopped me. "You kissed me before when I did it." "When was this?" I wanted to know. "That time you sat on my face and you got to squirming like a fish out of water, my tongue slipped a-nd I licked your crack-" "Shut up!" I cut him off.
"I'm just saying. It may have been some accidental ass eating that day but you still kissed me after I finished tearing that pussy up." He smirked. I tried to hold in a smile but I couldn't and I burst out laughing. He leaned in and kissed me as soon as my mouth opened. "Ah ha! Got my kiss nigga!" He started dancing. "Bye Adonis." I stepped into the cool water and proceeded to take a shower.
After showering, I didn't know what I wanted to do so I put my swimsuit on and some shorts to cover my bottom. "Where do you think you're going?" Don asked from his spot on the bed. "I don't know. I think I'm going to get Junior from Nana and take him to the beach." I climbed in his lap and slid my hands up under his white beater. He began running his hands along my exposed sides. "You better change into a full one piece suit if you're going to the beach." "This is a full one piece." I rolled my eyes. "Yeah but it's too sexy." He said. "And?" I smartly asked. "Change it." "Bye Adonis." I waved him off and got up to get my flip flops.
I walked over to the hut that Nana was staying in and passed Tati, Alayna and Ant who was carrying Junior on his shoulders on the way. "I was just on my way to get him. Where are you guys headed?" I asked. "The beach." They all replied. I turned in the direction they were going and followed them. While Tati and Alayna were playing in the water with my twin, I stayed behind to play in the wet sand with my baby. Trying to teach a fifteen month old how to build a sand castle was clearly a bad idea.
"No! Junior don't you dare kick that down!" I yelled as he lifted his foot. He looked at me with a small shovel in his hand and sat his foot back on the ground. "Thank you." I smiled at him and continued building the castle alone. It was a shame that I was enjoying this more than my kid. "Ma!" Junior got my attention and I popped my head up at the same time to see him kick down part of my sand castle that I had just completed. I stood up and his eyes became wide and he turned and started running.
I went to go after him but Don caught him. "Don't yell at him, he didn't mean it." I said. "Yes he did. I watched you two the entire time from when he first tried to kick it down. He purposely did it." He said. "Don, he's only a year old." I pointed out. "And your point? He's old enough to understand right from wrong." "Look, us arguing about this isn't doing anything. He probably won't even know what you're yelling at him for now." I sighed. "Stop babying him." "Tell Nana to stop babying your overgrown ass and then you can come tell me to stop babying my child." I grabbed Junior from him and walked off. "Like your dad does to you?" He yelled to my back. I stuck my free hand up in the air and flipped him off.
Don had some nerve to tell me to stop babying Junior when his ass was pushing thirty and his grandmother still treated him like he was ten. Just because I stopped him from scolding him didn't mean I was babying him. There just wasn't a point to yell at him for kicking the castle down- it wasn't going to last. I ignored the comment about my dad doing the same to me and to keep from a full blown argument with him I chose to walk away. We were on vacation and nothing was going to ruin it.
