Page 36 of Surrender
I chuckled. “My wife. Baby, come here.”
She slowly approached the bed and took a seat beside me.
“Brenda, this is my wife, Kachelle. Kay, this is Brenda, my agent.”
Kachelle smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Brenda.”
“It’s nice to meet you too. She’s beautiful, Jacob.”
“Ain’t she, though?” I leaned in and pecked Kachelle’s lips. “You see why I need to be close to home?”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I need a tentative return date, though. There are contracts and money on the table. I’m working on some big things in your favor right now. I need to know you’re all in.”
“I hear you. Give me three more weeks.”
“Three— fine. Three weeks it is. Enjoy married life. Kachelle, good luck with this one. May he work your nerves the same way he works mine.”
Kachelle giggled as Brenda ended the call.
“Are you giving her a hard time?” she asked.
“Not intentionally. You, on the other hand… you’re giving me a hard time in these little ass shorts.”
She playfully slapped my chest. “This is how I dress in the comfort of my home.”
“Shit, I ain’t mad at it.”
I playfully tossed her on the bed and proceeded to kiss all over her. Her laughter was music to my ears. It had quickly become one of my favorite sounds. I finally let up off her and sat back on the bed.
“What are you about to do?” I asked.
“Take this weave out. This shit is hot, and Santorini has me needing a major wash day.”
“You need any help?”
She raised an eyebrow. “You? Help me take my weave out?”
I shrugged, “Why not?”
“Baby… if you cut my hair… I swear to God.”
“Ain’t nobody gon’ cut your hair, woman. I got this. Go get the scissors, a comb, and whatever else you need, and meet me in the living room.”
I smacked her ass before hopping up from the bed and heading to the living room. I grabbed a few of her favorite snacks from the kitchen and then made her comfortable palette on the floor with a couch cushion. I also grabbed her a blanket to cover up with. While I waited for her to come out, I put on what she told me was her favorite movie.
The Five Heartbeats.
I chuckled to myself as I thought about the debate we had over what was better, this or The Temptations.
“Don’t start your shit during my movie,” I heard behind me.
I grinned. “I’m not even playing with you. We both know which is better.”
She playfully mushed me as she took a seat in front of me with a basket full of hair essentials. After digging through it, she produced the comb, the scissors, and a few hair clips.
“I’m trusting you with my hair, Jacob. Don’t let me down.”
“Watch your man work.”