Ahmed knew that it was a better idea to tell Kim about the Forum Princess Brides and his role in the baby daddy drama than to keep it secret but he had to come up with a good strategy to pull it off. That’s why he returned to Kim’s house with liquid lubrication in the form of discount Chablis. Two liters would be enough to make the conversation painless. He waited until the first glass was consumed to confess.
“I understand that the church is important, but don’t cheat on me.” Kimberly said as she poured a glass of wine from the white cardboard box on the coffee table and looked at Ahmed as her eyes begged for the right response.
“I owe The House my life,” he said not finding the conviction he needed to convince Kim he was doing the right thing. Ahmed responded after first considering how defensive she was after finding out he was going to participate in the weddings. He knew that his future with Kim depended on his ability to be true to both his faith and his lady.
“I get that,” Kimberly said and then added, “If you do this, we’re done.”
“This isn’t about you or me; it’s about serving Yahweh and the minister’s vision for our community.”
“Bullshit, you don’t believe that. The whole thing is about knocking up those Asian girls,” Kimberly said while taking a deep swallow of the cheap grocery store vintage.
“Okay. I won’t do it,” Ahmed said in more of a threat than a promise.
He felt trapped and manipulated by this agitated valley girl who didn’t care about his church or his beliefs. He thought about how tough it would have been for “a shorty” to change his mind back in the day. Had he become pussy whipped? Or was he just giving his woman the room to share her opinion about their future together? His boys would say, “Show some balls, man!” Ahmed thought about what this situation could mean to his relationship with Kimberly as he stood up from the kitchen table and moved toward Kimberly.
She responded first.
“Cause I said so? No way, this has to be your idea, not mine.”
“You can’t tell me what to do and how to do it. I’m a grown ass man, and I’ll do the right thing for me,” Ahmed said.
“I’m just saying….”
“You just saying…. Right?”
“Having you in my life is all I really care about. Do you love me?”
Ahmed responded as only he could.
“Is that what this is about?”
“If you do…prove it,” Kim challenged him with acute silence before anticipating the only answer that allows Ahmed to be the guy that can make her happy.
“I do love you and I promise to find a way out of the ceremony,” he said while thinking about the choice he was making on the spot. It felt right and was consistent with his feeling for Kimberly and his faith in being the man that could find paradise.
“That’s all I want. This is the start we’ve been looking for,” she said, while standing nose to nose with him in the living room as the stale smell of box wine filled their nostrils. Kimberly touched Ahmed’s hand, raised it to her chest, and gently placed it by her heart. Tears welled.
They kissed deeply and their bodies melded into one. Ahmed gently unzipped Kim’s jeans and placed his hands into her panties. He felt her moisture and became more aroused. As they both pushed and pressed against each other, their tongues gently caressed and roamed their mouths as if looking for precious jewels in their bicuspids. They released their embrace as Ahmed stopped and looked at Kimberly lovingly.
“We don’t have to do this,” Ahmed said while trying to convince himself he really meant it.
Kim looked at him endearingly and grabbed him by the hand.
“Let me show you how I keep my bedroom. I bet it’s messier than yours.”
They walked hand in hand down the darkened hallway into her bedroom. When it was just steps away Ahmed confessed.
“My room is always a mess. Yours can’t be as bad.”
Kim giggled as they stepped into the closet she called a bedroom. In minutes the clothes, underwear, socks, and shoes that cluttered her room belonged to both of them.
