He didn’t answer. Something was going on. And it was happening too fast for me. Dammit! He just got home! I couldn’t hold it any longer. My baby was dancing on my bladder. I jumped up, grabbed my robe, and turned my attention on my boys. “Good morning, guys. Y’all ain’t calling my name or nothing. Y’all not thinking about Mommy since Daddy is home?”

“Hey, Mom! Daddy said we can go to the park today.”

“I said we’ll see,” Trae reiterated.

“I still didn’t get a good morning, guys.”

“Mom. We know your morning is good,” Kareem’s smart ass said, as if he knew how good my morning was.

“Good morning, Ma!” Caliph and Shaheem said at the same time.

I headed to the bathroom, with thoughts about my brother. He was always in trouble. I emptied my bladder, washed my face and brushed my teeth. When I made it back to the bed, he had gotten rid of the boys and got back under the covers. I nestled up under my husband.

“Kevin said y’all pulled a gun on him, roughed him up and was wildin’ out. That’s my baby brother, Trae. What was that all about?”

“What? We were only fucking with him, Tasha.” He reached down and pinched my nipple, which, as full as my breasts were now, stood at attention. I purred like a kitten.

And just like that, the case was closed.

“You ready for round five?”

“Oh, so you got jokes. Are you ready? That should be the question? I bet you can’t give me a repeat performance,” I challenged.

That made him smile. “How about I meet you halfway?”

I had to giggle at that. But I was down for whatever. Hell, I believe the last time we were together was when I got pregnant with my baby girl—that was the last time we made love. Pregnant sex had always been out of this world for me and Trae. Maybe that’s why he kept me pregnant. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Nothing. Just happy that’s all.” I rubbed his dick, knowing I was about to get another one of the best back-blown-out fucks of my life, even if I had to change positions again and again to do it. I was ready. And the way his dick was responding to my fingers, I could tell that he was too.

“Bae, slow down. I want you to relax first. Lay on your side. Where’s the oil?”

“Probably under the bed, or on the floor somewhere.” I giggled again and realized that I was doing a lot of that in the last twenty-four hours. He got up naked, dick swinging everywhere. I admired my baby as he went around the bedroom looking for the oil that we used last night. It was under the bed. “I told you.”