Bambi 3

by Ladii Nesha

“Ok, you’re right, and my feet are not cold.” “They better not be. I’ll cut them muthafuckas off. You’ll be rolling down the aisle in a wheelchair.” King strolled into the room.

“Look at me,” he groaned, stroking her slowly. “I love you, and I’m marrying you because no one can make me feel the way you do,” King promised, looking into her eyes. “If you died today, I’d be on some Romeo and Juliet shit because who am I without you?”

“Wait, they let you board the plane with fake dicks. Why you ain’t say shit? I could have stuffed my pills in them bitches.”

“B and I are wearing all white, and yall muthafuckas can wear anything but white,” King added. “My sundress is white though,” Bianca groaned. “Then go dip that bitch in the mud. My woman is the only one wearing white.” He frowned at her.

You want a nigga to miss you, but I miss you the moment you close your eyes.”

“And the next time she got something in her eye, let her go blind. Don’t blow your fucking hot ass breath in her face anymore,”

“Damn B, stop acting like you don’t know you have that nigga wrapped around your finger. He went from fucking different bitches every night to chasing you. Even when he got you, he still had to chase you. I’m not saying that he’s been perfect but give that man credit. He grew up in a household where we didn’t respect women, yet he proposed to you, and you fucking left him. Yeah, the situation looked fucked up, but you’re supposed to trust your nigga. This ain’t all on him.”

“See, that’s that double standard shit, and I don’t fuck every nigga that wink. I fuck every nigga that flash his bankroll.”

“No problem, plus I’m the only one that can talk shit about yo waffle pussy having ass. Any and everybody else can get the strap…including your little third grader boyfriend.”

“Happy? Nah, I’m fucking blessed, man. You are my fucking world, and you popping out my babies like popcorn.”

“I was breaking rules that were instilled in me as a kid. With you though, all that shit goes out the fucking window. With you, there are no rules. I love you, B, and I love you even more for mending the heart I didn’t know was cracked. I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you, filling you up with babies, and getting on your nerves. Just say I do and let me do the rest.”

I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else. The things you do to my heart, my body, I want for a lifetime. The only place I want to run is into your arms.”

“Hopefully, he don’t go poor because broke boys don’t deserve no kitty,” Kimmy wagged her tongue. She had been on a Cardi kick lately. “I know that’s right!” Shayla snapped her fingers.