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Chapter 35

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Leaning over into King’s crib I left a smell peck on his forehead before walking out of his room. I ran my hands through my hair as I walked downstairs and into Michael’s den where he was.

“There you go, I was waiting for you to come back down.” Jodi got off the couch with Black not too far behind her. “We’re about to go home. I’m tired as hell.”

“Tishaya and Chris left?” I asked, they were both here before I put King to bed.

“Yeah they left like ten minutes ago. Talk to her tomorrow, I’ll call you when my head stops spinning.” We hugged then they both walked out of the house. Michael got up and followed them out I guess to lock the doors behind them.

When he came back in, he plopped down on the couch next to me. “You’re not leaving?”

“Nah, I didn’t really feel like driving.” He answered me before looking at the flat screen that hung on the wall. “So, you had fun?”

“Yeah, even when you tried to play me and say I couldn’t sing.”

“How was I supposed to know? It’s not like you ever said something. You sounded really good.”

Smiling I moved a piece of my hair out of my face. “Thank you. Can I ask you a  question?”

“Go ahead, you don’t need permission.”

“Would you ever marry me?” Raising his eyebrow he looked at me confused.


“Would you ever marry me? I mean, could you see yourself marrying me one day?”

“Uh, Tasha if this is your way of proposing I think I feel uncomfortable.” I picked up a throw pillow and hit him across the forehead.

“I’m not proposing, I’m seriously asking.”’

“What made you ask me that is what I’m wondering. That was a random ass question.”

“Just answer it,”

“Alright, I think I could see myself marrying you. It’s just not happening anytime soon.”

“Why not?”

“You’re not ready and I’m damn sure not ready. Marriage is not a game Tasha, that shit is too be taken serious and I’m not going to take that step until I know we’re both completely ready for it.”

“I get it, I was just wondering.”

“Well now you know. What’s up with you? Getting wedding fever from your friends and shit?”

“No I just wanted to know, what was going on in that head of yours. I’m perfectly fine with what you said, besides I’m not Tishaya. I want a big wedding.”

“How big are we talking?”

“Custom made Vera Wang dresses, Armani suits, two hundred and fifty people all in the ballroom of the Four Seasons, big.”

“So in other words you’re trying to break my pockets?”

“Hey if you do what you do right nothing I want would be a big deal.”

“I think you and Tishaya switching personalities or some shit because your mouth is getting reckless.”

“What do you mean? I was just saying.”

“Yeah and you just saying is going to get your ass something you might not be so ready for.”

“There is nothing you got that I’m not ready for. I’ve had it plenty of times remember.”

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