Tevin stared at me. “Really?”
“Yes, so when?”
“It’s Friday, we have to go apply for the license, it takes three days to process, and then we can pick it up.” He paused to add dates up in his head. “How about next Saturday?”
I shrugged. “Works for me, on one condition.”
Tevin leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Anything.”
“That you get us a suite at the Mandarin Oriental that night to consummate our marriage.”
“Done.”
“And that you still take me to New Orleans for New Year’s Eve.”
“Done.”
“And that you let me switch out that hideous blue paint you bought for TJ’s nursery.”
Courtney said, “Aw, you’re calling him TJ already. Awesome!”
“Done,” Tevin said, “but I thought you said on one condition?”
“I might as well go for broke,” I said and laughed.
“Might as well,” Floyd said and then rolled his eyes. Then he caught himself slipping and grinned. “That’s great about the wedding. I’ll put in tomorrow for the day off.”
“Cool,” I said, trying to suppress a frown. I was feeling some kind of way about Floyd.
“So, where are we doing this?” Courtney asked with excitement. “Is the justice of the peace even available on Saturdays?”
“I’m sure they are,” I said, “but I’m gonna ask one of my coworker’s husbands to do the honors. I’m glad that the two of you will be able to come.” I looked at Tevin. “Do you want to invite your parents?”
“Of course. I’ll see if either one of them can make it on such short notice.”
I reminded him, “We could have waited so they could definitely make it.”
“Nope.” He shook his head. “Not waiting.”
“Then let’s do the damn thing.”
* * *
When we got home that night, I couldn’t go another minute without some sex. Tevin pulled the car into the garage since it was getting chilly outdoors. During the warmer months, we both had parked in the driveway. Now we were both utilizing bays in his three-car garage on the regular.
I went ahead inside. He was getting some bags out of the trunk. We had been shopping earlier that day for some things for TJ. I hoped that he planned to leave that hideous paint in the car. It was definitely going back. We had agreed on blue for the room—obvious choice—but the shade he had selected was bland and too dark. I desired something more vibrant. I also planned to hire the art teacher from school, Mr. Richie, to paint a colorful mural on the biggest wall. I was going to leave that wall white for now and let him come up with something creative. He had asked me what I had in mind and I told him that I was asking him because I wanted his imagination at work, not mine. He was scheduled to come by the next weekend. Now I had to reschedule. I was getting married!
By the time Tevin walked in from the garage, I was sitting in the kitchen, butt naked, with my right leg thrown up on the table, and two of the fingers from my left hand exploring my pussy.
“Oh damn,” Tevin said, dropping the bags on the floor. “Excited much?”
“What can I say?” I replied. “You turn me on . . . so much. The thought of finally becoming Mrs. Tevin Harris has me all . . . hot and bothered.”
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
I sighed. “Tevin, I’ve asked Dr. Horton several times if it was okay to have sex. We have months left until February, and I need you.”
“And I’m not saying that I don’t need you, baby. My thirst for you never ends.”