"Baby," I called to him, "I'm back."
The apartment seemed to be empty, no lights on, o sound from the TV, I was starting to think he wasn't here.
I smiled, standing in the door of our room looking at him, asleep on the bed. I dropped my bag quietly to the floor and approached him.
I kissed his cheek, "my sexy baby."
And he was, I liked when he dressed in his sweats with his wifebeater and hat, I kind of emulated his style on this hot day in Oakland, I was wearing dark blue shorts, and a white tee, with a green hat.
To my surprise I see him open one eye, then close it. "No one told you to get on my bed."
"Boy," I said slapping him, "This our bed."
"Get off for I make you get off."
I made a face, and laid back down, making sure to rub up against him.
"Ay, motherfucka, I wasn't playin with you."
He sits up, and starts ticklin me, I'm in a fit of giggles.
"Hehe...stop....baby stop!"
"Didn't I tell you to get off my bed?"
I couldn't stop laughing.
"Didn't I?"
"Yes...hehe....yes!"
He stops tickling me and pins me to the sheets staring down and me. He kissed my neck, then my cheek, then my lips, "Sexy trouble maker."
"Hehe yes."
We stare for a moment until he breaks the chance, "Guess what I brought for you?"
"What?"
He gets up, and I sit up to watch him get his gift. He plants candles around the room, it was so romantic, white candles.
"Aw...how sweet Cookie."