He chuckled and kissed me. “Aight, so how about your baby daddy’s woman?” “Hell no. That’s worse.” “Sounds like you don’t wanna be mine.” “Sounds like you need to figure out a better way to say I’m yours.” Omiri started a trail of kisses across the curve of my jaw. “How about my safe space, my home, my reason for existing, my daughter’s beautiful ass, fine as hell mother, and my peace.”
