"One finds limits by pushing them."
Onika Maraj is a valorous and soft-hearted mother with a great head on her shoulder. So many odds has been stacked against her but Onika always manages to wing herself through any storm no matter how big or stron...
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"Babe."
She wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me close, gently rubbing my arm. In her embrace, I felt so protected and at peace.
"Babe."
"Hmph?" I said groggily.
My eyes remained closed as I snuggled up against her and laid on her arm. I felt her lips on my cheeks, neck, and lastly, my forehead.
I softly chuckled. "What do you want?"
"You ... and plate of waffles and chicken."
"Beyoncé."
"What? Babe, I'm hungry."
"I got something for you to eat."
There was a long pause before I felt a hard sting across my ass, forcing my eyes to pop open. I gasped, glancing over at her.
"Beyoncé!"
"I need some real food bae."
"That sounds like a personal problem."
"Wow. You really about to let me just starve huh?"
"Y'up." I smirked.
"Word? It's like that now?"
I laughed and shook my head, turning around in her arms. "I'm just playing baby."
"Yeah right."
"Quit. What you want to eat?"
"Some fried chicken and waffles." She murmured.
"Wow. Really?"
"And chocolate syrup."
"At three in the morning really?"
"Eggs too."
"See, now you pushing it."
We broke out in laughter as her hand rubbed down my thighs. "Please baby." She kissed my lips a few times and I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. You owe me."
"Mmhm. I got you fasho."
I climbed out of bed, grabbing the nearest t-shirt to cover my bare body, and headed downstairs. Tired and sore yet she still want— SPOILED!
