Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

Kingston my fucking King: That’s easy, three reasons...you ready?

Oh boy, rolling my eyes I answer back making a mental note to change his name in my phone.

Me: Great. Sure. Go for it Kings...

Kingston my fucking King: Alright. One...I’m super fucking good looking and when I catch a glimpse of this hot ass in the mirrors I think, fuck I would look so good pounding into Lana from behind. Second, the thought of fucking you from behind pops in my mind and third...I get so much energy and adrenaline from lifting and drinking my protein that I need my final release and you my Queen, have the tightest pussy to drain myself in. Sound good?

I swear cavemen paved the way for men today, but Kingston is a different breed. He should be put in history books, have documentaries filmed on him, be studied by scientists all over the world. He is insanely, abnormally sexy. And I fucking love it.

Me: God you’re bad and now I’m wet and needy in a fucking maternity store. Be ready for me tonight, my fucking King.

Kingston my fucking King: Yes baby! Fuck. PS I can’t believe I’m sending you this while my sister shouts at me.

Me: I love you, too, Kings. Now do something productive today. Keep jerking off and it might fall off, then what will I play with? ;D

Kingston my fucking King: You can always sit on my face.

Me: Goodbye Kings.

The door chimes, bringing my face up from my screen. I see a very excited Shayla walk in.

“Geez, you went all out last night. I love you’s and all?” Nodding, I meet her half way and we silently agree this place isn’t doing it for us. Stepping out on the busy sidewalk we open my umbrella, it’s raining pretty heavy today.

“I do love him, a lot. Last night was a huge breakthrough.”

“Lana, sweetie, that’s so dang good!” She wraps her arm around me as we head toward the cafe, this pregnant woman is starving. I tell her more details as we walk snuggled together. Ordering green tea and soup, we take a seat in a secluded booth in the corner away from all the lunchtime chatter.

“So, you told your parents yet?”

“Ugh no. Shay, my dad is gonna kill me.” I squeeze my fist tight, crunching the crackers into my tomato basil soup.

“Yeah, Jeff hates my brother and he’s kinda a big meanie.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence! Geez, don’t sugar coat it, please.” She laughs shaking her head and blowing on her spoon.

“You didn’t let me finish. He’ll be mad, probably pissed even, but he loves you and what other choice does he have then to get over it?” She has a point. “Rip the band-aid off, maybe go without Kings and spend a week with them. The new girls and I can handle the shop.” I hiss when the hot soup burns my tongue. I put the spoon back in the bowl and push it aside, letting it cool down some more.

“True.”

“I’m smart—smart like Yoda, I am.” We both laugh at her Star Wars joke and I throw a piece of cracker at her face, she catches it with her mouth and cheers. I love hanging out with my best friend. Fourteen years with this babe and I couldn’t ask for a better sister from another mister.

“I don’t know, we’ll see. Now, let’s talk about the store. I think we need to look into another investor.” The mention of this causes Shayla to tense up. The attack Evan made on her was fucking brutal.

“I know. It’s scary, but Shay, we have so many online orders and our foot clientele is growing daily. We are doubling our monthly goal in stores and tripling our online sales. We need it. That way we can hire full staffs for both locations and run the business from anywhere.”

Shay rubs at her temples before replying, “I know. Trey and I talked about it. He wants me to stay home and take care of the babies when they first come.”

“Do you want that?” I question. I know men can be old fashioned, however Shay and I are both independent women.

“Yes, I do. Don’t you?” Shit, I never thought about that.

“I don’t know. I guess I would like it. It beats passing them to a nanny and not getting enough time with them. I want that connection. Don’t get me wrong, I think babysitters and nannies are great, but if you have the means to be a stay at home business woman, why not?” I find myself discovering new thoughts and ideas about what will happen when my little bebe will get here and I have to say shit is real. Parenthood is real.

“Talk to Kings about it, see what he thinks.”

“I will. Thanks.”

“Let’s reach out to some people and see if we can get another investor,” I lift my brows and suggest to Shay.