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“After you compared the combine to the slave trade,
Exactly!
“It’s not weird. Fetishization of Black sexuality goes back to the beginning of time.
Speak it!
Ramsey had always made a point of not commenting on my love life – meaning Darius – since we’d been friends, and I’d given that same courtesy to him. It was a respect thing, really – I wouldn’t want my man talking about his issues with me with a female friend who may or may not but probably did want to screw him and was just waiting on her chance.
“It sounds to me like we just got closer. I’ve touched you everywhere, tasted you everywhere, been inside you… nah, we can’t just call each other friends anymore. We’re goddamn besties now.”
A true friendship😘
this is just… an organic transition.”
An evolution of sorts😉
This was the first time we’d had any friction, and I’d be damned if I was going see her glossy-eyed and upset over a goddamn sticker and just let the shit go.
I get it for people with kids and shit, but otherwise…”
“It wasn’t silly,” I said. “It was… sweet, that you wanted to make sure you were doing your part.”
What I wasn’t saying was that the idea of being up that high made me want to throw up.
“What if it’s too long? You trying to have me out here like Trevor from Fresh Prince?”
😂 "Hilary....will..you...marry....me?! " splat
Shaking my head, I backed away from her. “I need a refund.” She frowned. “On what?” “On you,” I told her. “Item not as described. You’re supposed to be sweet. Warm and fuzzy. Not a damn… seductress, with your banana stickers, talking me into risking my life.”
🤣
I prayed again, for both of us, since I doubted her crazy ass saw the same danger I did, then started up behind her.
with Reggie and his prison muscles looking like he was my security.
😂
Then, Ramsey looked up, staring at me like he hadn’t remembered, until just then. But he nodded. “Yeah.” “So if you think about it, that means this baby is… a physical manifestation of her dreams for you. These movements, on today of all days… her and God working together to remind you.” I took my hands from his to cup his face. “She hasn’t left you, baby. She’s right here.” I moved to touch his chest, over his heart. “And right here,” I added, touching my belly. “In the history, and bloodline of our child. She’s still here.”
Sweet
The moisture that slowly soaked my shirt brought tears to my eyes too, but I forced myself not to burst into sobs. This wasn’t my moment – it was his. If he felt safe enough, secure enough, to have it with me… I was going to let him.
🫂
I opened my mouth to say you’re welcome, but what came out instead was, “I love you.”
❤
My quiet admission was simply a statement of a truth we both already knew.
I love the way you carry yourself, your passion for your career. I love that you love sports, and you’re big on family, and you’re an amazing friend. I know for the last few months we’ve been more than that, but the friend that you’ve been, through my loss, and through getting back on the team, your genuine happiness for me, and the support you’ve shown… I could go on and on, honestly. But I’ll get to the point. I want you to be my wife, Champ. Will you marry me?”
Good proposal
and I realized I was really about to find out if this man loved me today. If he could take literally watching me piss myself, he could take anything.
🤣🤣
“Holy shit, when did you get this strong?!” Ramsey asked as I dug my fingers into his arm, trying to offset the pain.
🤣🤣
Thank you.” “For what?” RJ finally pulled back on his own, perfect little lips moving feverishly for a second before he slipped back into sleep. “For being a man I could proudly name him after.”
Real man
As soon as I laid eyes on his little face, it was obvious that he was supposed to be named after his father.
With tears in his eyes, Ramsey had stood over the bed and met my gaze as he grabbed my hands. “I didn’t think I could love you more, and then you did this. Like a Champ.”
Real love!
I’d never been happier for an interception.
Even with everything thrown my way over the last year… I felt like I’d won.
The sweetest victory
