Authors: D.S. Roi
“Well,” Cyana shook her head, “don’t. I don’t know what that’s like.”
He chuckled, shifted on his feet. “I get it. It’s a pride thing. You do everything on your own and it’s a win for you.”
Cyana crossed her arms. “My car is definitely a win for me.”
“Good. Now come over here and let me hold you.”
“Asher, I just told you about the pill.” She dropped her arms.
He hooked his thumb into his left loop. “Look here, little lady. You may be stubborn as the day is long, but I’m only going to tell you how this thing’s gonna be once. You need to be sure and listen.”
Cyana took a breath. “I’m listening.”
“I will do for you whatever I want and ain’t no amount of arguing gonna change it. My minds made up. I will be with you, Cyana. And if I have to fill you with a bunch of little Ashers to see how far this thing goes, then I’ll make damn sure I get the opportunity to have my cake and eat it too.”
She gawked. “Asher, what you’re doing is not fair.”
“You don’t want my help?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“You don’t want my gifts?” He raised his palms to the ceiling.
“Well,” she worried her bottom lip, “I have always wanted a Coach bag. But…a car is too much.”
He dropped his hands. “Look Cyana, you don’t have to go it alone. I don’t want you to. I’ve been missing something sweet in my life for a long time, Love. A very long time.” An ache sprouted in her chest at his admittance. “I’d say I’ve got myself one hellava sweet tooth this past two weeks. So understand I’m crazy about you, Ce Ce. What do want from me, Love?”
She smiled at his use of her nickname. Her gaze swept his broad shoulders and taunt chest. Her nipples tightened against the padding of her bra. His right thumb sunk into a thin patch of curly blonde hairs rebelliously twisting from his belt line. His buckle hung low over the wad in his slacks. Her teeth were giving her bottom lip hell.
She met his stare. “Stand just like that, but put the hat back on.”
I
ona waltz into the Milway mansion’s kitchen in a strapless golden evening gown with a toddler against her hip. A group of Joshua Wilmington’s friends stood at the open cooler with a shipment of bottles, but she didn’t see the person she wanted. Scanning the bunch, she went to the second large fridge and spotted her target.
“Eric, she’s in here,” she called out before pivoting to Cyana. “Girl, you better step away from that cake.” Iona rounded the kitchen island and stalked up to her sister. “I have been looking all over the Milway for you.”
“Hum?” Cyana moved the piping bag away from the tall tiers of cake, unable to speak with her mouth full.
“What are you eating?” Iona grabbed the jar off the island. “Ce Ce, I’m gonna kill you. We’ve already had your dress let out once because of that little pooch you got.”
“What?” Cyana asked innocently, with half an icing dipped pickle shoved in her mouth.
“What! Ce Ce, really? The vinegar’s pickled your brain.” Iona snatched the vegetable from Cyana’s mouth, shoved it into the half-empty jar and set it on the kitchen island while expertly balancing the toddler at her side. “You are about to get married.” She hiked the child up higher on her waist. “You still have pictures to go through. If you get one drop of pickle juice or icing on this wedding dress, Mama’s gonna kill me, because she won’t hit a pregnant lady.”
“Hide behind Ash.” Cyana shrugged. At the mention of baby Ash the handsome cherub smiled.
“Mama.” He stretched to her from Iona’s hip. Cyana reached for her youngest son.
Iona twisted the toddler from her grasp. “Oh no, Mr. Asher Theodore Wilmington the second, you are
not
touching that dress,” she warned. Eric entered the kitchen in a gray Italian suit and gold tie. “Eric,” Iona addressed him. “Take your brother to the play room before he witnesses me killing yo’ mama.” Iona handed the cutie with wispy light brown curls off to Eric.
“Thirty minutes, Ma,” Eric said, kissing Cyana’s cheek.
“Okay, baby, I’ll be there in a minute,” she said, shifting towards the cake with her piping bag.
“Oh no. You are coming right now!” Iona set one hand on her hip and cut her finger through the air with the other. She grabbed Cyana’s wrist, hauling her from the stool, piping bag in hand. “I told Mama not to let you make your wedding cake.”
“Just one more bead of chocolate,” Cyana called out, while looking back at the platform.
Iona came to a stop, spun on her heels and took her sister’s head in both hands. “Ce Ce, it has taken three years and two babies for you to finally say yes to marrying Asher after he’s proposed a million times. You are
not
doing it in this kitchen.” Iona grabbed her arm. “I’m responsible for making sure you get to the altar. The only thing saving you from a ripe beating right now is the bun that’s been three months in your oven.”
“It will only take a minute,” Cyana whined.
“No,” Iona said, snatching away the piping bag to set it on the island. “You’re coming with me. You can have your cake
after
the wedding.”
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Forged Through Glory
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