ALWAYS MY FOREVER

T’LYN

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This story is an UPDATE for Kehlani and Javyous whose story began in Only If It’s You. If you have not read that then I strongly suggest you start there! Other than that, happy reading 🥰

1

Kehlani Goldsmith.

“There are twenty five students in my class, Mommy,” Jocey said as she held onto the side of the cart.

“I know, Jocey.” I laughed. “I’m trying to remember how many are boys and how many are girls before I buy this stuff.”

“The boys all want Daddy’s cards.” She grabbed a box of the Valentine’s Day cards with my husband’s face plastered all over them. The actual card didn’t have his face, it was just in the shape of a boxing glove.

“Okay, get them,” I said as I glanced over her list of names. I knew ten came in each box so I said, “Get two of them, actually, and the princess ones for the girls.”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“What about you, Messiah?” I asked my son who sat inside of the basket of the grocery cart. He had been training with Javyous and he’d complained about his legs hurting. I was going to have to have a talk with Javyous about working him so hard.

“I have twenty people even in my class and I want to give all of them the boxing cards,” he replied.

“Even the girls?” I quizzed and he nodded with a shrug.

“Ew, Si, nobody wants a boxing card if they’re girls.”

“Jocey, mind your business,” I said, grabbing Messiah two boxes of his desired cards and handing them to him before turning my attention to a very hyper Legend sitting in the front of the cart. “What about you? What are you taking your class, baby?”

“Daddy!” he shouted.

Rolling my eyes playfully, I just grabbed two more boxes of Daddy’s cards and added them to the collection. “Of course you want Daddy too.”

Since we were at The Marketplace I decided to get some things for dinner too. Jocey was obsessed with Cliqued, the new social media app in CF, these days so she always had some new recipe for us to try. Tonight was chicken and dumplings. I wasn’t the biggest fan of wet bread, but she had literally been begging me to make it.

“Can you make cupcakes tonight too, Ma?” Si asked.

“Yes. Are you going to help?”

“No, ma’am. That’s for girls.”

“It is not, Messiah.” I chuckled. “Men cook. Look at Day.”

“I know, but men don’t bake.” He smirked.

“You need to stop listening to Javyous.” I shook my head.

After getting the ingredients for our meal and goodie bags, we headed out. It was truly a task to shop with all three of my babies. Si was the easiest because he was so mild mannered and chill. It was Legend and Ms. Talk Talk Talk who stressed me. Jocey was so inquisitive, always had questions. She was also spoiled as hell, so she was always wanting something. And adding Cliqued in the mix? There was always something she wanted to try or buy.

As soon as we made it to the house I had them bathe. It was way too cold and rainy outside to do anything. Si would stay on that phone and video game all day if I allowed him. The twins went to their own rooms with ensuite bathrooms to get washed up to help me in the kitchen. Well, Jocey would, but Si would help keep the baby occupied.

“You ready for your bath, Champ?” I cooed to Legend as I undressed him then tousled his little locs. He loved bath time. He always had. We never had an issue getting him in the tub, getting him out was difficult.

Once everyone was cleaned up, I got the boys settled in the den area; Sy on his game and Legend in his playpen on his tablet. Then me and Jocey got started in the kitchen. We had on our matching mommy and daughter aprons per her request and my R&B tunes blasted as we busied ourselves. I allowed her to help me out with making the dumpling dough and seasoning the meat but drew the line at cutting up the celery and carrots.

“Yo!” JV greeted, entering the kitchen through the garage door. “Smells good as fuck in here.”

“Daddy!” Jocey exclaimed, completely abandoning her duties to rush into JV’s arms.

He lifted her little body into his arms with ease and rained kisses all over her face. It warmed my heart seeing them because literally nothing had changed since they’d met him other than the love they had for each other and the bond growing stronger.

“I can always count on you to have some food ready for ya old man when I get home,” he said as he lowered her onto the stepping stool she was standing on to help me.

“This is from the Cliqued Clip I showed you, Daddy.”

“The chicken and dumplings?”

“Yep.” She nodded, stirring the contents in the pot.

“Know it’s gon’ be fye if you making it for me, baby girl.” His lips pressed into the side of my neck as he circled his arms around me. “You look good today.”

“You’ve seen me twice today, baby.” I blushed, accepting the kiss he attempted to put on my lips. He’d seen me before we both went to work earlier of course and I went to TKO on my break as well.

“You look better every time I see you too.” He kissed me again. “Where the boys?”

Using the knife in my hand, I pointed in their direction. “Den. I was actually about to check on them because Chucky is too quiet.”

“Chill on my boy.” He laughed. I didn’t though because I was serious. He knew Legend was a complete handful and stayed in something. Grabbing one of the carrots on the counter, he popped it in his mouth as he stepped back. “Can’t believe you’re eating dumplings.”

One of my brows dipped. “I’m not. This is for y’all. I might order Ocean’s on Munchies. I’m in the mood for their crab cakes.”

“Get me some shrimp,” he said as he rounded the corner, headed in the direction of the living room.

Jocey and I finished up in the kitchen and got everyone’s plates made before calling the boys to come eat. While they all did that, I got the kitchen cleaned up, then took the cupcakes out and let them cool before going up to take a shower myself. I placed my order on Munchies before getting in the shower so I knew it would be here by the time I got out.

Before dressing I did my skincare routine with Vy, the skincare product line I’d created for women. Spar was the one for men, inspired by my husband of course. JoSi, for children, was already on the market. Over the course of the last two years we’d come a long way and I couldn’t be more grateful.

“Thought you might be drowning in this bitch,” JV said, entering the bathroom and encasing me in his arms. “Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“Because I wanted you to put your son to bed.”

Chuckling, he pressed a kiss into my neck then released me before preparing to shower himself.

“Nigga knocked out too.”

“Good. I can enjoy my food alone,” I said and laughed.

After moisturizing, I put on my robe and headed in the room to find my food on the bed waiting for me. I did a little two step all the way to the bed. Crawling to the center, I pulled the bag over and took all the food from it. I moaned a little at the smell of the fish, oysters, rice pilaf, and crabcakes I’d ordered.

I thumbed through Netflix as I ate, trying to find something good to watch. It wasn’t often that I got to sit and watch TV, but with JV being home and helping me with the kids, it freed up some of my time.

“Got damn.” JV grinned when he re-entered the room. “That shit ain’t going nowhere.”

“Please,” I scoffed. “You took a two second shower. I am not eating fast.”

“Yeah, aight.” He chuckled, crawling in bed with me, moving my plate to the side, then pulling me under him and pressing a kiss onto my lips.

“Babe, my food.” I moaned a little when he began to kiss down my face to my neck, sucking gently. “I thought you were hungry too.”

“I am,” he mumbled into my neck. “For you. Missed you all day.”

“I missed you too,” I admitted, releasing a low hiss when he gently grabbed one of my breasts through my robe.

He trailed kisses down my chest, pushing the robe completely off before forcing me onto my back. When his kisses met the top of my mound, he pushed my thighs back and dropped his head between my legs.

“Mm,” I moaned when his tongue met my lower lips. “Baby.”

His grip got a little firmer when I squirmed and he began to gently suck on my pussy. I was losing my mind as he moved his head from side to side. His tongue flicked over my clit, sucking it gently then flicking over it again and repeating both actions.

“Oh my God,” I groaned, feeling my first orgasm rip through me.

“Damn, I haven’t even done shit to you yet, baby.”

Sex with Javyous was too good and I loved him so much that he only had to look at me and a puddle formed in the seat of my panties.

My back arched off the bed when his tongue slithered inside of my entrance, causing my body to jump a little at the feeling. Pulling back some, he replaced his tongue with his two of his fingers, working me through another quick orgasm as he sucked on my clit.

“Mhm.” The vibrations from his voice sent my body into overdrive. “That’s it, baby.”

“Baby,” I whimpered.

“Again.”

“Javyous.”

“Come on, baby.” The pace of his fingers increased before he latched onto my clit again. My body shook and convulsed as it bent to his will. My essence released and he licked and sucked up every drop before lowering my legs and kissing his way up my body again.

He didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath good before leveling himself over my body and pushing his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to get a taste of the remnants of my nectar on his tongue.

“Shit,” he hissed lowly against my lips as he entered me slowly. “Never gon’ get used to this good ass pussy, girl.”

“I love you.” I simpered as he began to stroke me slowly.

“I love yo’ pretty ass too.”

Without interrupting his strokes he put my legs over his shoulders one at a time before going deeper, causing me to grip the sheets on each side of me.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

“Damn,” he said breathlessly. “Yo’ ass.” He shook his head. “Come here.”

Pulling out, he sat back against the headboard, dragging me into his lap and slowly onto his erection. My mouth hung open as he filled me up. It had been years and I still wasn’t completely used to his size.

His hands gripped my breasts as he took turns going back and forth between my nipples, gently sucking on each, driving me even more insane.

“Ride it, Lani,” he encouraged. “Ride this dick just how I like it, baby.”

His voice was so sexy and the faces he made while I pleased him always boosted my ego. Javyous wasn’t shy at all about allowing me to hear him moan. He said he liked me to know he was pleased just like he loved to hear me.

“Pussy so good, baby,” he grumbled, releasing one of my breasts and smacking me on the ass. “You riding this dick so fuckin’ good, baby. Shit.”

I felt my pussy clenching around him as yet another orgasm ripped through me. I was barely able to keep riding as I shook in his lap.

“Oh my God,” I cried out.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” he growled. “You better not slow up.”

“Baby,” I whimpered.

“What I say?” he asked, pumping into me from beneath. “I need you to cum for daddy again.”

He held my body against his as he moved in and out of me on a mission. His arm wrapped tightly around my waist and his teeth sank into my shoulder as he beat my pussy up. I damn near drew blood from the way my nails dug into his back and shoulder.

“You gon’ give me another baby?” he asked, hand landing on my ass again. “Say.”

“Javyous,” I whimpered. “I’m going to cum.”

“Cum on this dick, baby,” he encouraged as he drilled into me faster.

“Baby,” I moaned, releasing around him. “Oh God.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Damn.”

He continued pumping in and out of me until he emptied all of his seeds deep inside, kissing me nastily in the process.

“I love you,” he said, sliding down into the bed still buried deep inside of me.

“I love you more.” I smiled and kissed him before laying on his chest. We lay there in silence for a little before I looked into his handsome face. “Are you going to reheat my food?”

He chuckled as his hands glided up and down my back. “Yeah greedy ass.”

“I’ve been working and being a mom all day. I haven’t had a chance to really eat.”

“I hate when you do that shit, Kehlani.” He sighed. “You done had time to eat all day.”

“No I didn’t,” I whined. “Work was so busy. I had clients and I had to go to the warehouse to do inventory on my products before I picked them up.”

“Excuses, baby. You know me or my mama would get them for you.”

“You were working and I don’t want to worry Ms. Phyllis.”

“Fuck out of here.” He laughed. “She loves getting them; you know that.”

He tapped me on the thigh, so I rolled off, allowing him to get up. He went to the bathroom and resurfaced moments later with a warm washcloth to clean me up. After tossing it in the dirty clothes basket he grabbed the food and left the room. I checked my notifications while he was gone and saw messages from Celeste. A wide smile spread across my face when I saw the video of her moving baby bump.

Celeste was seven months pregnant with her and Dominique’s first baby. Much like Javyous, he had been begging her for a baby and she finally gave in and gave him his first baby girl. Them expecting a baby had JV on my heels a lot more lately about our family growing.

“What you smiling at?” he asked when he entered the room again.

“My side nigga.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled and climbed onto his side of the bed, setting our food between us. I tried reaching for one of his shrimp, but he popped my hand. “Naw, why you not gon’ eat ya side nigga shit?”

“Javyous.”

“Kehlani,” he countered.

“I was smiling at a video Celeste sent me,” I told him, caving immediately.

Grinning, he asked, “You that fucking greedy that you gave in that quick for some of my shit?”

“Give them.”

“Here, damn.” He laughed, setting the plate of shrimp closer to me and I happily ate some. Ocean’s had the best buffalo shrimp in town. I could really eat them daily. “All bullshit aside though, baby, do I need to come and make sure yo’ ass eating at work every day?”

“You’ll leave the gym every day to bring me food?”

“Yeah, I will.”

“What about when you’re traveling? Would you take a jet to come and feed me?”

“If I’ll jump on a jet to come get some pussy, I’ll for sure come and feed my baby.”

“Aw, are you the sweetest.” I smiled, puckering up for a kiss which he gave me. “What would I do without you?”

“Die old and lonely.” He shrugged.

“Javyous!” I shrieked and laughed. “Why would you say that?”

“It’s the truth. You know if you ain’t with me then you ain’t with nobody.”

“I had options before you.”

“Not no fucking more.” He tugged me into his lap, not caring I was eating once again. “You mine forever and after now. Feel me?”

“I do.” I grinned. “Wouldn’t want to be doing life with anyone else.”

“Got damn right you won’t.” He smiled. “I love your fine ass.”

“I love you too,” I replied before kissing him and turning in his lap.

Javyous was clingy and loved for me to be under him, so I finished my food right there in his lap as he watched SportsCenter. I brushed my teeth and flossed when I was done so I could lay under him until I drifted to sleep.

2

Javyous Goldsmith.

“I hate when you want to record this shit, Kehlani,” I complained as I lay on her little table.

She wanted to record a skincare routine and I hated when I was her guinea pig. She was live on her Cliqued channel with millions of viewers watching her massage shit into my face.

“Javyous, hush,” she said, pulling her little light closer to my face. “This is the Spar rice water skin softening cleanser...” She paused for a second, reading some of her comments. “No Jersey Boy I can’t do yours but feel free to stop by one of my spas and have one of my people hook you up.”

“Who the fuck is Jersey Boy?” I lifted to look at the phone screen.

“Baby, stop,” she whined.

“Naw, let me see what he asking you.”

“He’s just a fan, baby.” She smiled. “Maybe a customer.”

“His ass finna be whooped if he keep on.” I frowned, reading some of the comments.

Even though my face was twisted up, I was proud as fuck of my girl. People loved her, her products, and her spa. Nationwide, Kehlani had opened five Rejuvenate Spas. She spent the majority of her time at the one in Crescent Falls and sometimes the one in Vegas since I fought there often. She just popped into the others to make sure everything was everything.

“Javyous, stop and lay back,” she fussed.

“Naw, let me speak to Taste Like Honey.” I pointed. “She is telling me she wants to suck my…”

“Let me see.” She snatched the phone from me, causing me to laugh.

“Shit don’t feel good do it.”

“I just blocked her.”

“Jealous ass.” I smirked. “Her honey don’t taste like yours, baby.”

“Javyous, stop. I’m live.” She blushed.

“So.” I gripped her waist, pulling her toward me. “They know I be tearing this ass up.”

“Don’t be nasty while I’m live, baby. Lay back.”

After kissing me, I lay back on the table and let her finish doing her thing. She loved doing this shit. Not necessarily the recording part, but the skincare shit with me. Let her tell it, it was a way for us to bond. Hell, it was her way of bonding with everybody because she did this shit with everyone in the house.

She got the most views when it was her and my baby girl though. The people ate that shit up because Jocey was a true character. She was completely involved and engaged with the viewers just like her mother and they ate that shit up. My baby’s skincare shit was lit before, but now that she streamed her routines on Cliqued, it was on a different level.

After she was done with all of her live streaming and tearing a nigga’s nerves up, I headed to get the kids from school. Lani did that shit around the clock, so when I was home and able, I made sure to take the load off her.

“Daddy, can we go to Redmond’s?” Jocey asked as soon as she got inside of the car. “They have beef patties today.”

“Yeah, baby girl.” I laughed, accepting the hug since she’d gotten right in, tossing her arms around my neck. “What’s up, Si?”

“Sup, Da.” He tossed his head back. “Are we going to the gym today?”

“Yeah.” I nodded, pulling away from the school line. “After we get Legend and some food for them, we’re going to drop them off at your grandma’s then head over.”

“I want to go to the gym too,” Jocey whined.

“You know you can’t eat in there, baby.” I glanced at her through the mirror. She had her pretty face frowned up; lips poked out looking like her mother. Spoiled ass. “And I thought you said you were going to help my mama in her garden today.”

“I am, but I haven’t seen Nique in a long time.”

“He not even gon’ be there, Jocey, baby.” I laughed. “But call him and tell him to meet you at your grandma’s. You know he’ll come running for you.”

“And Da don’t need distraction from you, Jocey,” Si added. “We’re about to be training and nobody wants to hear you whining about your nails and all that.”

“Shut up, Messiah,” Jocey snapped.

“You shut up.,” he countered.

“Both of y’all chill and watch ya mouths,” I warned. “Let’s just get Legend and the food then we’ll go from there.”

Ms. Cosetta’s spot wasn’t too far from their school, so after we grabbed him we went straight to Redmond’s. It was early in the day, so it wasn’t packed, but they did have their regular crowd for Jamaican day.

“JV, how are you?” Truce said when we approached the counter.

“I’m straight, how are you?”

“You know me, maintaining as usual.” She smiled then her eyes dropped to the kids. “And how are you guys?”

“Good,” the twins said in unison while Legend just laid his head on my shoulder. His little ass wasn’t a people person at all, plus he’d just woken up from a nap when I was picking him up.

I allowed Si and Jocey to order what they wanted and got the baby and my mother something as well. I didn’t want to show up with food for them and not her. We bounced and headed straight to my mother’s crib after getting our shit.

“My babies!” my mother shrieked when we entered the house.

She was posted in the living room watching that trash TV bullshit her and Lani loved to watch. Jocey would try her hand at it but I shut that shit down quickly.

“Hey, Grandma,” they said, taking turns giving her a hug.

“Sup, Ma?” I leaned in to place a kiss on top of her head then sat Legend in her lap.

The relationship with my mother and I hadn’t changed at all. She was still the same feisty ass little lady who got me together like when she was with my pops. She and Pres stayed together now though, working on whatever they had going on. I honestly thought the shit would be weird when they decided to work on their relationship, considering he was my uncle and she was my mama, but things were cool. The only time it was awkward was when Jocey asked if Pres was her uncle or her papa.

“Hey, what is all of this?” she asked when I set the containers down on the table.

“Redmond’s.” I replied. “Jocey wanted beef patties.”

“Of course she did.” My mother smiled. “Are y’all staying to eat?”

“Naw, just Jocey. Me and the boys are going to the gym.”

I was initially going to leave Legend with her too, but decided to take him with me so he could hit the bag too. I had been training his little bad ass too since he was able to walk. Kehlani thought it was a bad idea and that I was teaching him to fight, but I paid her no mind. You could never start too early with them. Hell, if I could train Jocelyn too, I would, but she hated to fuck up her little nails and hated to sweat and shit too.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Do I need to take her home later?”

“Naw, her mother will swing through. She got that BWB meeting with her girls today, so it will probably be like seven when she gets this way.”

“Alright, well don’t work my babies too hard.”

“Great things come from hard work and perseverance, Grandma.” Si smirked. “Kobe Bryant said that.”

Si was my lil nigga. He was legit a carbon copy of me. Yeah, his pops was still around and active in his life, but he was all me. He made the shit I was doing worth it and made me want to be the best version of myself because I knew he was watching and wanted to be just like a nigga.

Thinking about that and my kids in general made me love my wife even more. If it wasn’t for her I wouldn’t have this; I wouldn’t have them.

Me and the boys left after I got Jocey situated with her food. Pres was already at the gym waiting for us when we arrived. The three of us got dressed and immediately started. Legend was little as fuck, but he was always focused when I had him in the gym.

Si’s work ethic was wild as fuck and unmatched to me for him to be nine years old. I didn’t really lift; my training was old school. I mainly did push-ups, squats, and crunches. I did lift weights, just not that often. He mirrored that. I typically did a thousand of each a day, and he tried to as well, but I had to cut his shit down. I didn’t want to overwork him or him to overwork himself.

“Glove up?” he asked after the water break.

“You know it.”

I helped him and Legend get their gloves on before grabbing the spar bar. Legend was still working on getting it right. He was a damn baby, so I didn’t expect perfection, but Si was a beast. I allowed him to warm up first before putting the blindfold on and letting him work.

“He’s going to be better than you one day, JV,” Pres said as we watched. I could tell how impressed he was with Si from the look on his face.

“That’s the goal,” I agreed. “He looks good.”

“Better than good.” He chuckled. “If he was a little taller with just a little more weight he could give some of the lightweights a run for their money.”

“He’s been asking when I am going to actually let him fight.”

Messiah was driven as fuck. He was the kind of kid who, if he set his mind to it, he was going to do it. He would excel and be the best at it. I fucked with it. I was ready to let him fight, I just had to get his mother on board. She worried and talked shit all the time about how hard he trained, I just knew her ass was going to have a heart attack when I actually put him in the ring.

“When are you?” Pres asked.

“When I get Lani on board.” I sighed. “You know how she is.”

“Her and Phyllis.” He shook his head. “She complains that we work him and Legend too hard.”

“Shit, Si is the one who wants to be in this bitch every day.” I laughed. “I be wanting a fucking day off here and there.”

“I know it.” He chuckled. “But no days off right now. You have that exhibition fight next week.”

I nodded. “I know.

“And K.O. will be there,” he said, referring to the new, young boxer in the middleweight class.

“I know. I’m gon’ holla at him.”

K.O. had promise but he ran with a bad crowd of people and was always in some shit. His mother reached out to Pres and asked if we could help him. I didn’t know how much I could actually do considering he was already eighteen and technically didn’t have to listen to anybody, but I told her I’d try. I had two sons and if they needed help I would want someone to do the same.

“Okay, well, I’m going to get out of here. Lock up when y’all are done?”

“I got you.” I dapped him up.

I let Si and Legend hit a little bit more before finally calling it a night then heading home. Lani had already texted me to let me know she had dinner so we didn’t have to get anything. Si ran his little ass straight to the kitchen when we got home and Legend ran to his mama. He gave her a run for her money but was lowkey a little mama’s boy.

“Hi, baby.” Lani hugged his body close and kissed all over his face. “Mommy missed you.”

“Missed you too, Mommy. Pizza?”

“Yes, your sister’s in the kitchen. Tell her to give you some.”

She lowered him to the floor and he jetted toward the kitchen yelling his sister’s name.

Lani was pouting and still looking in the direction he disappeared in. Leaning in, I pecked her lips and pulled her body close to me.

“Fuck you got your lips all poked out for?”

“Our baby is growing up,” she whined. “He’s not my little baby anymore.”

“Been telling you to let me put another one in you,” I mumbled, raining kisses down her neck. “Keep yo’ fine ass barefoot and pregnant if you’d let me.”

“We have our hands full with them.”

“Them?” I quizzed, pushing her hair to the side. “Si and Jocey damn near grown.”

“They are not.” She laughed. “They’re still my babies too.”

“Yeah, okay, girl.” I nuzzled her neck. “Jocey was straight with my mama?”

“Yes. Talking her to death. You know, typical Jocelyn.”

“Get off my baby.” I laughed and kissed her collarbone. “Shower with me?”

“You need to put your kids to bed first.”

“I just put them down last night. Where is the teamwork?”

“I carry them and you put them to bed. That’s the deal.”

“Word?” I grinned.

“Word.

“Bet, so let me get them in bed and we’ll work on you carrying another one.”

“One task at a time, sir.” She laughed.

I was a little thrown off at how she kept curving the baby thing, but I always shrugged the shit off. I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make me feel a way. Me and Lani used to always talk about having a big family, even after we had Legend, but shit had changed. She ran from talk about more babies and even asked about some fucking birth control at one point but I shut that shit down off top. Because of that though, she damn near ran from a nigga when she was in her little fertile week.

After delivering one last kiss to her lips, I climbed off the couch and went to get the kids together. Legend had just finished his food and the twins were just chilling on their tablets and phones. I made everyone take their asses right on up the steps to shower so I could work on a little sibling for them.

3

Kehlani.

“Ugh, I am so ready to have this damn baby, friend,” Celeste groaned as she stuffed a cracker layered with cheese and turkey into her mouth.

“I know.” I laughed. “You don’t have long.”

“Ugh, that sounds so good when you aren’t the one carrying the baby. Now I take back all the shit I talked when it was you.”

“Right and one of those times I was carrying two babies.”

“You were very extra friend, though, for real.” She laughed. “Like real extra.”

“I hope you and Dominique have twins one day so we can revisit this.”

“Neverrrrrr will I ever carry two of a nigga’s kids at one time.”

“A nigga?” I reared my head back, laughing. “Your damn husband.”

“I don’t give a damn whose husband he is. I won’t be carrying two of his damn kids at once. I know that damn much.” She chuckled.

“You are so horrible.”

“I know.” She smiled. “But I’m serious too.”

“I know, girl.” Tying the last candy bag, I set it in the box and pushed it to the edge of the counter. “Finally done,” I huffed. “Jocey better not volunteer for anything else at that damn school.”

“Leave my baby alone.” She laughed. “You know she’s bougie and the rich kid in class.”

“There are a lot of rich kids in her damn class.”

“You know how she is though. She’s a giver.”

“Too much of a damn giver. Her little ass has been working me to death after work.”

“You signed up for all these damn kids,” Celeste said and laughed.

“Not hardly,” I playfully scoffed.

“These are cute though,” she said, referring to the lollipop candy bags I’d made for both Jocey and Messiah’s classes.

“Girl, she’s always finding something on Cliqued for me to do,” I groaned. “She never asks JV.”

“Girl, your damn husband can’t follow written directions on a damn box and you think he can follow directions from one of those Clips?”

“You right.” I laughed. “But not too much on my damn man.”

“Speaking of your man, what are you guys doing for Valentine’s Day? I think Dominique is going to try and take me out of town. He’s been asking my doctor all of these questions about traveling right now.”

Shrugging, I tossed all of the trash I’d accumulated for Jocey’s project. “Javyous hasn’t even mentioned Valentine’s Day. I guess because he always does things for me it’s sort of like it’s every day for me.”

“Uh, no it’s not, Lani.” Celeste frowned. “It’s one day and his ass better have something planned for you.”

“He may.” I shrugged. “He just hasn’t mentioned plans is all I’m saying. I don’t know. We’ve been married for years and have done so much. He probably has run out of ideas.”

“Then he better get the fuck on Cliqued and find some new shit to do,” she scoffed. “Look at all you do for him and your family.” She pointed to the treat bags. “You birthed his damn kids for God’s sake. His ass can do some shit on lover’s day.”

“Sheesh, Celeste calm down.” I chuckled. “You’re going to go into labor getting yourself all worked up over something so minimal.”

“Minimal my ass.” She looked me up and down. “You literally just hung up with contractors to give his damn gym a makeover. Javyous better have you a fucking jet or something.”

“We already have a jet, Celeste.” I laughed.

“Two won’t hurt.” She shrugged.

“Friend, I promise it’s not that serious to me. JV does plenty for us. If anything, the thing I really want most is for him to be home a little more,” I admitted. “I knew when we married it was to get him back in the ring and stuff, but now that he’s there? Boxing is priority.”

“Aww, bestie.” Celeste set her drink down and touched my hand. “Talk to me. Does that really bother you?”

I nodded. “When he’s here, everything is so perfect. I’m happy, the kids are happy. When he’s gone though, I don’t know.” I sighed. “I just feel like things are off for all of us.”

“Have you mentioned it to him?”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to make him feel bad about making a living for us.”

“Girl bye.” She waved me off. “That man is filthy damn rich. He doesn’t have to fight another day in his life and y’all still have more than enough to support generations.”

“True, but he doesn’t fight for the money. He surpassed that a long time ago. He just enjoys the sport.”

“I don’t like this, Lani.” Celeste shook her head. “I love Javyous, we all do. He is a great father to the kids and a wonderful provider, but he still has to be your husband outside of all of that.” I got ready to reply, but she continued. “And I know you two have a healthy sexual appetite, but you sound pitiful right now making excuses for him not being there for you like he should.”

“Ouch, Celeste.” I feigned hurt. “Pitiful?”

“Calling it how I see it.” She shrugged. “He needs to be more present, for you, and you need to say something.”

“I will.”

“You better,” she warned. “I love my cousin-in-law, but I will fuck him up behind you.”

“Okay, bitch, damn.” I laughed. “I get it. I will say something soon. I promise.”

“Alright.” She eyed me. “I need to go though. They made red velvet waffles at DayLux today especially for me.”

“Greedy ass.” I laughed. “I need to shower right quick then take these to the twins’ school anyways. Be safe and text me when you make it.”

“I will. I love you, bestie, and let me know if I need to be there to jump JV with you. This belly won’t stop me. I promise.”

“Okay, crazy.” I laughed. “I love you too.”

After she left I went up to our bathroom to shower. I grabbed the pregnancy test from my bag and took it. I left it on the counter and showered while I waited. It was going to confirm what I already knew. I was pregnant. It wasn’t a horrible thing. I loved my baby already; I just felt the timing wasn’t right.

I wouldn’t call what I was dealing with a rough patch. Hell, JV didn’t even know how I was feeling on the inside. The timing just wasn’t right for me. He had only been back in the ring for three years. Even though we were set financially, I knew he loved what he did. I didn’t want to interfere with that. I loved seeing my husband genuinely happy.

When I was done showering, I got out and dried off. Like I knew it would, the test confirmed I was pregnant. I typically avoided Javyous during my fertile week, only giving and receiving head, but I had my moments where I truly couldn’t resist him. Especially if he was coming back from being on the road.

Wrapping the test in tissue, I took it in the room with me so I didn’t forget to toss it after I got dressed. I needed to get rid of all evidence because I didn’t want him to find it. He would surely be breathing all down my neck if he found it.

I went to the twins’ school with their gift bags after getting dressed then met my cousin for lunch. She was a hard woman to spend time with these days, being a newlywed and all.

“Hey, cousin.” Destiny beamed when I met her at her car outside of Diablo’s.

“Hey, girl.” I smiled. “You look good. You don’t even look like you just had twins.”

“Girl, I live in the gym.” She chuckled. “When the twins and Lei are asleep, I’m working out. I needed that baby weight gone!”

“It looked good.” I shrugged. “I know Kyng wasn’t complaining.”

She laughed. “He still isn’t. I didn’t really lose any of my weight. I just toned up. Look at you though. I didn’t think that little booty could get any fatter.”

“Girl, bye, it’s been big.”

We were now inside of the restaurant and the hostess was leading us to our table. The waiter appeared soon after to get our drink orders. I stuck to just water with lemon while my alcoholic cousin ordered a house margarita with an extra shot of Patron.

“No drink?” She eyed me skeptically. “Let me find out JV finally got that fourth baby.”

“He did.” I sighed. “I let him trap me again.”

“Um, trap you?” She frowned. “How the hell does your husband trap you? And I know you’ve been running from another baby, but is it that deep? You look depressed over there.”

Shit, did I? Get it the fuck together, Kehlani!

Straightening my posture, I took a sip from my water and waved her off. “Girl, if anything I’m pressed about not being able to drink with you.”

“Bye, bitch.” She laughed. “That is not what’s bothering you, so try again. Spill it.”

Closing my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and released it before finally replying.

“I’m happy about my baby…” I began.

“I know that.” She chuckled. “Next.”

“I just don’t want this pregnancy to be like it was with Legend.”

“And how was that?”

Destiny wasn’t around when I was pregnant with Legend, and neither was Javyous really, so I had to explain it to her. He was definitely there when I gave birth and the first couple of months after that, but he missed most of my appointments because they conflicted with his schedule. He was always on the road. He did offer to skip things and switch shit around, but I declined. When we got pregnant with Legend he had literally just gotten back in the ring.

“Lani, JV cannot read minds,” Destiny said after my spiel. The waiter interrupted to get our food order.

“I know.”

“Do you?” She angled her head to the side. “You haven’t given this man another baby in almost three years because you don’t want a repeat of things he is unaware of that bothered you to begin with.”

“I know, but I don’t want to make him feel bad about being a provider or think I’m not happy.”

“Cousin, are you happy?” She smiled.

“Of course I am.” I frowned. “I love my husband.”

“Then talk to him. Any fool with eyes can see how much he loves you. The man would give you the world—sun, moon, and all the stars if he could. If he knew this was bothering you, he would fix it. I’m sure of that.”

She was right. Javyous would never allow any standing issues to exist between us. If he knew it bothered me, he would nip it in the bud. I just couldn’t stomach the idea of him thinking I wanted him to quit boxing because I didn’t. I just wanted him to manage his time better.

To lighten the mood, I changed the subject. We talked about the twins and her growing business. She was doing so well in Crescent Falls. She’d made a lot of connections since moving here and did it without the help of her husband. I was extremely proud of her and all of her success.

Wya?

A text from Javyous came through when I got in the car.

About to leave Diablo’s.

Come to me.

A smile crept onto my face.

You’re at the gym?

Yeah. I need to eat that pussy.

I’m on the way.

4

Javyous.

“Bruh, who pregnant? You or your girl?” I turned my nose up in disgust as I watched him scarf down a fish sandwich from Phat Fish and tacos from Taco Express. Nigga had just eaten a plate from Redmond’s while I was training earlier and now he was stopping at fifty restaurants for food.

“I know, cuz, shit crazy. I’m the one who be craving all this bullshit all day long. You think it’s something wrong with me?”

“Naw, I think you a bitch but we been knew that.” I shrugged.

“Fuck you, nigga.” He laughed.

“Naw, it’s possible for you to have her symptoms and shit.”

“You had Lani’s?” he asked and I shook my head.

“Hell naw and I’m grateful. Fuck I look like eating all that weird ass shit.”

“Man, you eat all this shit I’m eating.” He laughed. “Shut yo’ ass up.”

“Yeah, but not all at once.” I shook my head. “Shit look like clogged arteries and shit, my nigga.”

“Shit fye.” He waved me off. “What you doing for Valentine’s Day though? Celeste ain’t got that long until the baby comes so I think I’m gon’ take her ass to The Bahamas or some shit.”

“I got to host that exhibition fight in Vegas that weekend.” I sighed. “I ain’t even told Lani yet.”

“An exhibition fight?” He frowned. “Be for real.”

“I am. You know I’m trying to…”

“Naw.” He shook his head. “That shit bogus and you know it is. That’s why you haven’t told ya girl yet.”

Frowning, I replied, “Naw I haven’t told her because I know she don’t care about that shit. Valentine’s Day is every day for my girl.”

“Naw, my nigga, it’s not.” He laughed. “Shit is February the fourteenth to every fucking woman and you know that shit. You foul for working on Valentine’s Day, JV.”

“How?” I held my hands out. “We’re adults, we work. That’s literally what we do.”

He pursed his lips as he delivered me a knowing look. “You know damn well you don’t have to do that shit, cuz.”

“I’ve committed to the shit, Dominique. I do have to do it.”

“Naw, you committed to ya fuckin’ wife.” He laughed. “You want another nigga to take her ass out and shit? To be present?”

“I’m present.” I frowned. “I’m always there for her and my fuckin’ kids.”

“Yeah, but lately all I been seeing is ya ass boarding a jet more than anything. If I notice it, you think ya girl don’t?”

I waved him off and poured myself another drink. “She would say something if I was gone too much.”

His brows lifted. “Would she? Lani knew what you did and what ya career entailed when y’all made shit official, official.”

“Facts.”

“So she wouldn’t say shit about it to you. She just gon’ go with the flow because you handle ya business as a man at home. That don’t mean yo’ ass can’t be around more.”

“Dominique, you pushing it, man. I don’t be on the road that much.”

“Aight.” He smirked. “My girl and yours are best friends, remember, and pillow talking a mothafucka.”

“Kehlani be talking shit about me?” I frowned.

If she was, that would have been news to me. I did everything right for her and our kids. If I even thought Kehlani wanted something I made that shit happen. I didn’t want her to ever think I wasn’t paying attention or a nigga didn’t care about her. Everything I did, I did it with her in mind. She was my baby for real.

“Nigga did I say that?” He cut his eyes at me before he got down to take his shot on the eight ball. “I said she talks to her best friend like women do.”

“And your ass be sitting there eating the shit up when Celeste comes to tell you what they talk about.”

He looked my way and grinned. “You mad because they don’t tell you shit, fam?”

“I ain’t no bitch so I don’t need them to gossip to me, mothafucka.”

“Yeah, aight.” He laughed. “Just tighten up. I don’t need you causing problems in my crib because you slacking at yo’ job.”

“Nigga, please,” I scoffed. “Imagine me slacking at any fucking thing.”

“I ain’t got to imagine.” He laughed.

“Whatever,” I mumbled. “I’m up.”

After dapping him up, I bounced. I wanted to get home to my girl to pick her brain. I felt bad as fuck even though I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with her.

When I made it to the crib all of the lights were out so that meant that everyone was in bed. I peeked in on the kids before I retired to our room to shower. All I could think about when I was in there was what Dominique had been talking about.

Was I away a lot?

Was I slacking on my duties as her man?

There were some things I missed out on, but Kehlani knew it wasn’t on purpose. I was in an era of rebuilding and branding. I wanted her and our kids to live carefree for the rest of their lives as well as our kids’ kids’ kids.

Climbing in bed with Lani, I pulled the cover from over her, revealing her naked body. My dick bricked up instantly as my eyes ran amuck. My girl was fucking perfect. After three years of being married, there still wasn’t a flaw in sight.

“Mm,” she moaned and stirred a little when I began to spread kisses across her stomach. Turning her completely onto her back, I mounted her legs on each of my shoulders and ran kisses along the inside of each of them. The smell of her arousal sent me into overdrive and I could no longer hold out on tasting her.

Hovering over her, I pecked her lips gently.

“Baby,” I whispered, kissing her again.

She lightly moaned again.

“Kehlani.” I kissed her on the jawline before dropping my head lower to kiss and suck on her neck then traveling lower, gently pulling one of her nipples into my mouth, bringing her body to life. When her hand landed on the side of face, I knew she was up.

“Baby,” she whimpered.

Biting down softly on her nipple, I squeezed her breast a little before sucking again to ease the pain I’d just caused from the bite. I switched between each of them before until I was completely satisfied and craving the taste of what was between her legs.

“Uh,” she moaned, clenching and clawing at the sheets on each side of her when I snaked my tongue into her entrance.

I was completely addicted to everything about Kehlani. I heard niggas complain all the time about how shit got old for them in their marriages and how shit became routine for them, but that wasn’t the case for me. Every time with Kehlani Goldsmith was better than the time before. I couldn’t get enough of her fine ass.

“Ja-Baby.”

“Mhm,” I hummed. “Good pussy having ass,” I complimented. “You always taste so fucking good, baby.”

“Oh God,” she cried when I pushed two fingers in as I feasted on her. “I-I’m going to cum.”

“Let me get that shit then baby.” I fingered her faster. “Let daddy taste all that shit.”

“Shit,” she hissed, back arched as she erupted in my mouth. I didn’t let up on eating her as she caressed the back of my head. She knew I liked her shit soaking wet before I slid in it.

“Mm, Mm, Mm.” I shook my head slightly with her clit still in my mouth. “I can eat this shit all night, baby.”

“I-I… please,” she begged.

“Please what?” I pushed my fingers deeper as the pad of my thumb now circled her clit. “What you begging for, baby?”

“Javyous,” she moaned.

“You want daddy to make this pussy cum again?” I asked, pulling my fingers from her leaking pussy then plunging them in again.

“Oh fuck,” she cried, releasing on my hand.

“That’s right, baby.” I smiled at the sight before lapping everything up.

Once I’d cleaned her up with my tongue, I kissed my way back up her body, forcing my tongue into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself, and she welcomed it.

Nasty ass.

“Get up,” I said after breaking the kiss. “Turn that ass over.”

I got up first and helped her get into position. I couldn’t resist putting my face in it when she bent over in front of me. As I ate it from the back, I slapped her on the ass a few times, pulling her back as I stiffened my tongue inside of her. Lani knew she could have me do whatever to her ass.

Positioning myself behind her, I bent to kiss up and down her spine before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her back, forcing her head to the side to kiss her.

“I love you, girl,” I growled in her ear as I entered her slowly from behind.

“Baby,” she whimpered.

Releasing her hair, I pushed her forward so her face laid on the bed and her back was in the perfect arch. My hands roamed her ass before I gripped her cheeks and slowly moved in and out of her.

“Shit,” I hissed lowly. Her shit was so tight and wet. Way wetter than it usually is. “Got damn.”

Her hands fisted the sheets as she began to throw it back on a nigga. I had to bite down on my bottom lip to suppress the moan I was about to let out. Lani knew what the fuck she did to me.

“Throw that shit back just like that, baby.” I cheered her on, slapping a hand on one of her ass cheeks. “Just fucking like that.”

I began to meet her thrusts at a faster pace as my nails dug deeply into her skin.

“You feel so good, baby,” she moaned, weakening my knees some.

Thank God I’m not standing.

“You feel good too, baby,” I admitted. “Fire ass pussy.”

She continued to work her hips in a circular motion and I continued to meet her thrusts until I wanted control again. Gripping her ass a little tighter, I fucked her a little faster, her moaning got louder, and she tried running a little.

“Don’t run,” I growled.

“Ja-vy-ous.”

“Take that shit, baby,” I encouraged, biting down on my tongue. “Take your dick, baby.”

“I’m cumming,” she cried out.

“Fuck, me too.” My mouth hung open at the feeling of her releasing around me as I shot my seeds deep inside of her. “Got damn .”

I continued to stroke until we had both come down from the orgasm then I fell onto the bed, bringing her with me, staying buried deep inside of her.

“That was good,” she said after a few moments of silence.

Chuckling, I kissed the back of her head and held her closer to me. “Shit always be good.”

“True, but I just wanted to voice it this time.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Did you have fun with Dominique tonight?”

“We just played pool, baby, and took some shots. Nothing fun about that, baby. I had a more eventful time eating this good ass pussy,” I admitted, putting one of my hands between her legs.

“You ate it so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “Now I owe you some good head.”

“Word you do.” I agreed. “Good, sloppy head.”

“I got you, baby.” She laughed.

We lay there in silence for a minute before I finally asked, “Bae, would you be mad if I have to work this weekend?”

I felt her body still for a second before she turned to face me.

“Like on Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah.”

She shrugged and tugged at my chin hairs. “No, I wouldn’t be mad.”

See, Dominique’s stupid ass didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.

“I’d be a little disappointed that you wouldn’t be with me. I’ll just take the kids out though. It’s not that big of a deal. I know you’ll make it up.”

“I still got you gifts and shit,” I said, trying to let her know I didn’t forget the day.

“Okay, baby.”

She was acting cool and saying okay, but for some reason it fucked with me. Kehlani said she would be disappointed and knew I would make it up like I made a habit of missing shit.

Damn, did I?

I lay there in silence while she slept. I was fucking up, I concluded. I didn’t want her being okay with bullshit, not even if it was from me. She deserved the world, the best of the fucking best.

Get right, JV.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. O’Neal?”

“Yes, this is me.”

“Aight, this is Javyous.”

“Oh.” She perked up some. “Hi, JV, how are you?”

“I’m good. How you doing?”

“I can’t complain, baby,” she replied. “Other than this boy taking me through it, I’m doing okay.”

“Actually that’s what I was calling you about.”

“About Kayson? Is he okay?”

Hell, she would know if his ass was okay better than I would.

“As far as I know, he is.” I laughed. “I was calling because I know you wanted me to come by this weekend to holla at him, but I need to reschedule.”

“Oh.” She paused. “Okay.”

“Yeah, it slipped my mind that it was Valentine’s Day weekend and I got some shit to do with my wife.”

“Oh, you’re married?”

I frowned. “Um, yeah, I am.”

“I didn’t know that,” she lied and I chuckled, knowing her ass was lying through her teeth.

“You do now.”

“That’s a shame. I was thinking…”

“Naw, that ain’t no fuckin’ shame, lady,” I snapped. I loved my girl and wasn’t shit to be ashamed about when it came to her. “A fuckin’ shame is how you’ll potentially run the mothafucka trying to get your fuckin’ son some help off.”

“I’m not…”

I cut her off. “You are. Talkin’ about you ain’t know some shit. Yo’ ass knew I had a wife. I’m with her all the fucking time and I post her and our kids on a regular. Ain’t no JV without Kehlani Goldsmith.”

“I’m sorry, I-I wasn’t trying to offend you.”

“Well you did, talking about some shit is a fucking shame,” I spat. “Matter of fact, just let K.O. know I’ll holla at him directly from now on. Have him call me himself so I can have his number and⁠—”

“No, no that won’t be necessary.”

“Naw, that shit is necessary if you want me to help his ass,” I spat. “Either tell him that shit or don’t. I couldn’t care less, for real. My sons are good and gon’ forever be good. You need the help for yours.”

“Okay,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry. I’ll have him reach out to you.”

Not waiting for her ass to reply, I disconnected the call and got on the phone with the next mothafucka who needed to hear from me.

“Yo?” Lani’s bitch ass baby daddy answered.

“Friday get the twins from school and take them to Ms. Cosetta’s.”

“Huh?”

I frowned. “Nigga, if you can huh you can hear.”

“I’m taking my girl out of town this weekend, fam.”

“And? I ain’t ya fuckin’ fam either.”

He sighed. “And I can’t do it Friday, JV. We leave on Friday.”

“Leave after you get the twins then.”

“We can’t. Why can’t y’all drop them off?”

“Because we do that shit every day,” I replied. “My girl needs a break and her shit starts Friday morning. I’m gon’ drop them off at school and you gon’ pick them the fuck up then drop ’em off to Ms. Cosetta. Shit simple.”

“So it’s just fuck my flight?”

I wanted to say hell yeah and tell him fuck all that shit because me and Lani really held everything the fuck down when it came to the kids. He literally just saw his kids maybe twice a week, but I let him have it. Instead of telling him I was about to come whoop his ass for asking hella questions instead of being a father, I surprised both of us and offered my jet.

“Just grab them after school and get them to their destination. Then you and that hoe can use my jet to travel to your destination. I’ll set it up for you, but you fly ya regular flight back.”

“Word?” I could hear the excitement in his voice.

“Yeah, word, don’t be flexing on my shit and taking pictures and shit. I don’t need anyone thinking I fuck with you like that.”

He chuckled. “Aight. We can’t get it for the weekend?”

“My nigga don’t push it, aight? I’ll have you and that bitch walking, for real.”

“Aight man, aight.” He laughed. “I’ll handle it.”

“Yeah,” I mumbled before disconnecting the call.

Afterward I sent a few text messages to the people I was going to need to help me get all this shit set up on such short notice. I literally had a day to get my shit together. I wanted to kick my own ass for slacking like I had been, but I was about to get right and get my shit together.

“Are you taking us to school today, Daddy?” Jocey asked as she poured batter into the heart shaped cookie cutter we were using to make pancakes.

I’d told her I wanted to get breakfast for her mother and she insisted we make it. A nigga didn’t know shit about cooking, but my baby did. She showed me a few Clips on Cliqued when I didn’t trust what she was saying and put on her little apron and helped a nigga out.

“Yeah, and ya pops gon’ pick y’all up this afternoon.”

“Do we have to stay?” She pouted.

“Naw, he gon’ take y’all to Ms. Cosetta’s after school and your grandma is going to pick you up.”

I had already talked to Kehlani’s grandmother about it and she was cool with getting them for us. I asked if she had plans and she said any plans she had could include the kids so I went with that. Since I was imposing on her time though, I planned to treat her to a nice vacation on me in the next week.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Are you and Mommy leaving?”

“Naw, we gon’ be here at the crib.”

“Then why can’t we come home after school?”

“Because, baby girl, ya mother needs a break,” I answered. “Don’t you think she works hard for all of us?” She nodded. “Aight then. We gon’ give her a few days to herself.”

“Can she have a massage?” Si asked from the table. I didn’t even think he was paying us any attention. “I hear her talking to auntie all the time about her body hurting.”

“How is Mommy going to get a massage when she does massages?”

“Other people do them, Jocey,” Si said, shaking his head. “She has a lot of people working for her.”

“But aren’t they going to be off if Mommy is?”

“No, stupid.”

“You’re stupid!” Jocey rebutted. “I have all As and you have As and Bs.”

“And?”

“Aight, chill out,” I cut in. “I don’t want to hear all that shit. Jocey, put ya mama’s shit on her plate, and Si, I can look out for a massage for her.”

He nodded. “Okay and some flowers. I wanted to get her roses.”

“I got you.” We bumped fists. “Y’all eat, I’m gon’ take this up to her then I’ll run y’all to school.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Jocey sang. “Are we going to see Mommy before we leave?”

“Of course you are.” I winked. “Eat then come up.”

She nodded and went back to her iPad. I grabbed the tray she’d put her mother’s plate on before going upstairs. I nodded in approval as I looked at the plate of food Jocelyn had basically made on her own. All a nigga really did was chaperone her ass over the stove, but all of the work was hers. Shit like that made me love Kehlani’s ass even more because our daughter was only nine and could already cook and neatly make a damn plate?

When I made it into the room, Lani was sitting up in the bed with her back pressed into the headboard, on her phone.

“Good morning, baby.” I smirked, making my way over to her.

That pretty ass smile stretched across her face as she locked her phone and put it beside her, lowering her legs so I could put the tray on her lap. “Good morning, baby. What’s this?”

“Breakfast.”

“Who made it?” she asked as she examined it.

I frowned playfully. “Me, fuck you mean?”

“Really?” She angled her head to the side. “Your mother came over?”

“No she didn’t and that shit hurts my feelings that you think I couldn’t do this for you.”

“I don’t think you couldn’t do it. I know you can’t cook, baby.” She laughed. “And that’s fine because you can eat. That’s all that matters.”

My brows hiked. “Yeah?”

“I’m talking about food, Javyous.” She giggled. “You’re so disgusting.”

“Let me show you how disgusting I am and how good I can eat then,” I replied, trying to move the tray off of her lap, but she stopped me.

“No, Javyous, let me eat,” she whined.

“Fine.” I sat up, giving her space to get right. “Jocey made that shit though.”

She smiled. “I knew you had someone’s help.”

Chuckling, I nodded. “I just can’t believe she can cook like that.”

“My baby loves to be in the kitchen. Between me and your mother, she will be cooking Thanksgiving dinner by twelve.”

“Word, she will.” I laughed. “I’m ’bout to get them so they can see you before I take them to school. After that, your weekend begins.”

Her brows furrowed. “My weekend?”

Smirking, I leaned in to kiss her lips before disappearing to get the kids so they could kiss her goodbye then I’d drop them off.

5

Kehlani.

“Baby.” I simpered seeing Javyous enter the room with three large bouquets of roses. “What are you doing?”

“For you.” He handed me the flowers. “From me, Si, and Legend.”

“Aww.” I gushed at the thought of my babies getting me roses.

Si was just like Javyous so he got me roses all the time, whether he was asking his father to take him or having me take him to Perfect Pick myself so he could buy them on his own.

“Why you still in the bed?” he asked, climbing in with me.

“You took them to school and I’m off for the next week. I figured I could catch up on some of my sleep.”

“That’s what you want to do?”

“Are you going to stay here with me? Skip the gym and chill with your wife since you’re leaving later.”

With a smile on his handsome face, he nodded. “Yeah, we can kick it.”

Since he was laying on my lap, I leaned down and kissed his lips. “Thank you.”

“No thanks needed. Pretty girls get whatever the fuck they want.”

“You still think I’m pretty after seeing me at my worst on a daily?”

“Never fucking seen you at your worst, Kehlani.” He frowned. “You literally wake up the finest girl in the fucking world.”

I smiled. “Morning breath and all?”

“Halitosis and fucking all.” He grinned.

“You’re stupid.” I laughed. “Thank you though. You always know how to make me feel good.”

“Lay back and let me really make you feel good, baby.”

Without allowing me a chance to reply or contest, he pulled me down by my legs until I was flat on my back then pushed them back before proceeding to bring me to two earth shattering orgasms. Afterward he told me to get showered and dressed because he wanted to take me out. I was serious about wanting to stay in and catch up on my rest but he had other plans. I went with the flow because I knew he wasn’t going to be here with me so I wanted to enjoy him while I could.

We ended up at The Shops at the Falls where he took me on a shopping spree. Me, Javyous, and the kids had so much stuff at home that we hadn’t actually worn, but I couldn’t turn down a good shopping trip. He wanted me to just get stuff for myself, but I could literally never not shop for the kids too when I was at the mall, so we ended up leaving with things for all of us.

After the mall we went to Ocean’s for lunch. Javyous loved to blame it on me, but he loved that place just as much as I did. We could really eat seafood every day. Lunch was so fun and intimate. Javyous bought the whole thing out so it was only us and he fed me. I loved when he was in that mode. He was so caring and sweet.

“What you thinking about?” he asked, glancing my way before giving his attention back to the road.

“You.” I smiled, taking hold of his hand. “Today has been so perfect. Thank you.”

“Quit thanking me, love.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “You deserve all this shit and more.”

“I’m going to miss you this weekend,” I admitted. I’d said it was cool, but I got a little emotional at the thought of him not being here for Valentine’s Day.

“I be you missing any time we not around each other.” He sighed. “Like when you were in the dressing room. I was going bananas thinking about when you would be back.”

“Javyous.” I giggled. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I got separation anxiety.” He shrugged and I laughed.

“You do not.”

“For real I do baby.” He chuckled. “Be needing to be in your skin.”

“Well, that makes two of us.” I blushed.

The rest of the day was just chill for us. We laid around, pigged out on junk food, and had plenty of sex. Javyous’s sexual appetite was insatiable and I couldn’t say mine wasn’t as well. I was just glad we were both ready, willing, and able whenever one of us wanted the other.

“If Legend is too much for you, I’ll come get him, Granny.”

It seemed like me and JV had slept our entire afternoon away so when I got up the first call I made was to my grandma. He’d told me the kids were going over there for the weekend so I called to check on them.

“Girl please.” She laughed. “Legend’s little butt knows who to play with and who not to.”

“Don’t be whooping on my baby, Granny.”

“He better not do anything that warrants his little ass getting whipped.”

“Where are the twins?”

“Messiah is on that game and Jocelyn is somewhere with that phone set up recording those doggone videos.”

I stretched my body and laughed. Jocey didn’t care where she was, she was going to set that phone or tablet up and make a Clip. She was literally obsessed.

“Is Daddy there?” I asked. My father had been doing so good for the past few years. He’d maintained his job at Black Ops Bourbon warehouse and had even gotten a few promotions. I was so happy for and proud of him.

“Yeah, he’s through here somewhere.” She chuckled. “As soon as he learned the kids would be here for the weekend, he showed up.”

“Should have known.” I laughed. “But okay Granny, give them all my love. I’m going to find something to eat and a movie to watch.”

“I will, baby. Enjoy your free time. We love you.”

“Love y’all too.”

After disconnecting the call I got ready to climb out of the bed, but Javyous caught me around my waist and pulled me back into him.

“Where you going?” he mumbled into my side before kissing me there.

“To the bathroom, Javyous.” I smiled. “And I want some pizza with chicken, pineapples, peppers, and mushrooms, so can you order Leonardo’s?”

I felt his face disconnect from my side so I knew he was looking up at me.

“You haven’t asked for that since you were…”

“Pregnant.” I finished his sentence, still smiling at him and nodding. “We’re pregnant.”

“Word?” He grinned, lifting from his place on the bed. “You having my baby again?”

Nodding, I replied, “I am.”

“Baby,” he whispered, placing his hand on my nonexistent belly. “Damn, you know how bad I wanted this?”

“I do.” I nodded. “It was going to be a part of your Valentine’s Day gift but I knew as soon as I asked for that pizza you’d know.”

“A-Are you happy?” he asked and I frowned.

“Of course I am. It’s our baby.”

“I don’t know, you was avoiding a nigga like the plague when I mentioned a baby.”

My smile faded a little as Destiny’s words echoed in my ears. Talk to him, Kehlani.

“I know, baby, it was just… I want you to be here for this, Javyous.”

“I will.” He nodded.

“For everything,” I said, gently grabbing his face. “No missed appointments, no hurrying to a jet when you think it’s time so you can make it back to me. I want you to be here already.”

“Damn, so Dominique was right?”

My brows furrowed. “Dominique?”

“You think I be away from home too much?”

“I think you’re a hard working man.”

He shook his head. “Naw, that ain’t no excuse.”

“Javyous, I understand⁠—”

A kiss to my lips silenced me. “Go ahead to the bathroom and shit, baby. I’m ’bout to go get your pizza and shit.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before getting out of bed to quickly dress, leaving me there alone. I sat in bed trying to figure out what he was talking about and what just happened before finally getting out and showering.

By the time I got out, he was back on the bed, waiting on me with a lot more than just the pizza I’d asked for. There were gift bags as well as bags from the store all over.

“What is this?”

“Push gifts.”

“Javyous, I’m barely pregnant.” I laughed. “Where did you even get this stuff that fast?”

“Been got you some shit for Valentine’s Day.” He chuckled. “This ain’t it though, just some of them. Come here.”

He held a hand out and pulled me into his lap.

“Naw, for real, love, this shit don’t compensate for you seeing more of my back than anything, nor is it enough to repay you for carrying my baby, but I know you love purses and shit so that’s what these are.” He pointed to the three Birkins lined up on the bed. “And this all the bullshit you like to snack on.”

I gasped. “My snacks are not bullshit.”

“Definitely bullshit.” He chuckled. “But if you like that shit then I’ll get it for you every day.”

“And my dippin’ dots?”

“Buy you a dippin’ dots truck to park in the backyard.”

“You’re the best baby daddy in the whole wide world.”

“Best everything, mama,” he mumbled into my neck before lightly kissing and sucking.

“No, JV, I want to eat my pizza while it’s hot,” I whined, trying to crawl out of his lap.

“I want to eat you while you’re hot though.”

“No, babe.” I giggled, wiggling from his grasp. “We have all night for that. I promise to get you right before your flight.”

“I’m gon’ hold you to that too,” he said and kissed me. “Fine ass.”

“Okay.” I blushed.

6

Javyous.

“Hello?”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip at the sound of her voice. Everything about my wife was so sexy to me.

“Fuck you still doing in the bed?”

“You kept me up all night, Javyous,” she groaned. “And it’s only… damn, it’s that late?”

“Yeah, it’s two back at home.”

“I didn’t realize I’d been sleep that long. Why didn’t you wake me before you left?”

“You were snoring and shit, so I figured you needed it.”

“I was not,” she shrieked. “I don’t snore.”

“Shit, you snore louder than a bear in hibernation, girl.” I laughed. “Happy Valentine’s Day though, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she cooed.

“I got you some shit. Go downstairs and see it.”

“Downstairs? Why would you leave it downstairs?”

“Couldn’t bring everything up. Just go, baby.”

“Okay. Let me brush my teeth and wash my face right quick, hold on.”

She set the phone down and went to handle her business. She came back a few minutes later.

“Why aren’t you answering FaceTime?” she asked. “You don’t want to see me open my stuff.”

“I do,” I replied.

“Then why aren’t you…” Her voice trailed off when she appeared at the top of the steps. “Javyous,” she whispered. “What are you doing here? What is all of this?”

The steps were covered in roses. Real fucking roses too. The ones she loved from Perfect Pick. It took an ass of roses to cover our steps and downstairs.

I summoned her down the steps. “Come here.”

Slowly she made her way down, looking on each side of our staircase. Roses covered the floors and balloons covered the ceiling. When she made it to the bottom of the steps and took my hand, I led her to the living room where there was a big ass heart made of her favorite flowers with her name inside of it and balloons that spelled out Happy Valentine’s Day.

“Babe.” She sniffled. “More bags?”

There were three clear cases set up with three more Birkins and a large arrangement of her favorite flowers behind the one in the middle.

“Yeah, that’s it for a few years though.” I playfully frowned.

“Anyways.” She sniffled. “I thought you were leaving.”

Encasing her in my arms, I leaned down and captured her lips with mine and engaged in a sensual kiss.

“Couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day away from you,” I admitted.

“You said you had to work though.”

“Fuck that.” I waved it off. “You’re more important than all that shit.”

“Javyous.” She simpered. “I would have been okay with celebrating when you came back. Plus we had a good day yesterday.”

Gently pinching her chin between my thumb and index finger, I said, “Don’t ever settle for less than you deserve, Lani. Not even for me. You too dope and fine to spend Valentine’s Day alone. I’m your husband. When I be fucking up, doing shit I shouldn’t be, even if that’s working all the fucking time, call me out on that shit. Don’t ever let me or anyone else neglect you or treat you less than.”

She hugged me tighter. “You’ve always treated me good, baby.”

“But you think I work too much, right?”

Planting her chin into the center of my chest, she looked up at me with those pretty ass brown eyes and smiled. “Maybe a little.”

“Then I quit.”

She laughed, but stopped when she noticed I wasn’t laughing with her.

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me. I quit,” I repeated.

‘Javyous.”

“None of this shit is more important than you,” I admitted, taking her face into my hands and kissing her lips gently. “Nothing comes before you, Kehlani. Everything I do is for you and your happiness. If some shit I’m doing is interfering with that, then shit is a wrap.”

“But you love boxing.”

“I love you more though.” I smirked. “You not understanding that?”

“Yeah, I am.” She chuckled. “I don’t want you to quit though. Just be home a little more.”

“I’m retiring, baby,” I replied. “I already told my people. We gon’ announce it Monday.”

“Javyous.”

I cut her off. “Shit’s done already, baby. I’m gon’ still train here and even start to train new boxers, but I’m gon’ step out the ring. It’s time. I want to be here with you and our kids every day.”

Her eyes danced around my face for a second before that pretty ass smile spread across her face. “I love you, Javyous Goldsmith.”

Leaning in, I pecked her lips. “I love you more, mama.”

We pecked three more times before I took her by the hand and led her out to the front yard where there was a white Lamborghini truck parked with a big ass bow on top. She was excited as fuck when she saw it, jumping up and down and shit. I had to pull her ass in to calm her down from shaking my baby up and shit.

“A fucking Lambo, Javyous?!” she screeched.

“Yeah, but I bought this before finding out yo’ ass was pregnant.”

“What’s that mean?”

“You can’t ride the baby in this.” I laughed. “None of the kids. You drive too fast.”

“And you’re one to talk.” She rolled her eyes.

“I’ll get you a Bentley or some shit to get the kids around.”

“You’re so extra, but thank you, baby.” She beamed. “I’ve been begging for one of these.”

“I know.” I laughed. “I’m the one you’ve been begging.”

“You and my side nigga.” She smirked. “I’m glad you gave in first because he don’t have it like you do.”

“Yeah, aight.” I snatched her toward me and kissed her lips. “Get a nigga fucked up.”

“You know I’m kidding, baby.” She grinned. “You’re the only man for me.”

“Better be,” I mumbled as I walked us back inside to the den this time.

“JV is this…”

“The bar we met at.” I smiled. “Tae really the goat for being able to do this shit for me in a little over twenty-four hours.”

We already had a bar in our house so it was more of her decorating the shit to make it look like the one where we met in the hotel back in Vegas.

“Wow,” she whispered. “This is so… thoughtful. What made you want to do this?”

“Our start wasn’t the best. It was pretty fucked up actually.” I chuckled. “But I would do that shit all over again because it’s ultimately what got us where we are now,” I said, taking her hand into mine. “But still, I want to take it back and do things right, without my past or yours.”

“Your past, not mine.” She grinned. “You were the one with Thing One and Two.” She rolled her eyes and I laughed.

“Word, and you wasn’t out here fronting? Going back and forth with your baby daddy knowing your husband was somewhere out there in the world trying to make a love connection and shit.”

“Boy.” She laughed. “I didn’t even know you.”

“Maybe not, but this pussy did.” I ran a hand up her thigh. “She was just waiting on me to come and find her and take care of her like only daddy can.”

“That’s what this is.” She pointed. “You want to redo our first night and get some pussy because that’s exactly what happened that night.”

“Is it working?”

“Nigga.” She laughed and shoved me playfully, but I caught her and brought her back into me.

“Aight, chill.” I laughed. “I do plan to get some pussy but real shit, I do think about how we started and always wonder if it was different would you still have chosen me. Like if we had an alternate start, would we still end up here.”

“You know I would have,” she replied, caressing the side of my face. “In any version of reality, Javyous Goldsmith, I’d choose you. I choose you forever.”

“Aight then.” I nodded, interlocking our fingers, kissing her fingers then her wedding ring. “Consider my gifts today as a chance of me getting some pussy and you getting some dick, but either way we remember how we got here.”

“Deal.” She smiled.

The End!!!

TO MY READERS:

Another one for the books, T’Cups! I really hope you guys enjoyed this short update on Javyous and Kehlani. They will forever be some of my favs and hold a special place in my heart. With that being said, this is the end of the road for them. They won’t ever get another update of their own, but they will have cameos in future stories, especially in K.O.’s story. I don’t know when his will come, but it will be sometime this year. Thank y’all for always rocking with me. Now it’s back to Crafting Love Mixed With Romance and Hood!

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