On the 12th day of Christmas My Baby Daddy Gave to Me: 2 Turtle Truffle Candies

Maya:

He gave his wife a Lexus.

Gave me two turtle truffle candies.

And still had the nerve to show up in her car with my name on his tongue.

Dante’s always had good stuff and bad timing. One minute he’s blowing my back out on the kitchen counter, the next he’s ghost for three days because wifey made gumbo.

I said I was done. I meant it.

Until he called me at midnight. Said he left her.

Said I’m the only thing that ever tasted sweet.

Now he’s back, showing up every damn day like that means something.

I want to believe him.

I want to slap him.

I want to ride his face.

Maybe I’ll do all three.

Dante:

I gave her two truffles and some excuses.

She gave me silence and a wet mouth full of revenge.

Maya always been different.

Smart mouth. Dangerous eyes. Cookie like a damn spell.

I fucked up.

Too many times to count.

But I left the other woman.

Moved out. Man’d up.

Now I’m showing up with more than good stick and charm.

She don’t make it easy.

And I don’t deserve easy.

But I’m ready to crawl if I gotta.

This time, I’m not just coming for the cookie.

I’m coming for the life we should’ve had.

 A filthy, second-chance, holiday hood romance with kitchen counter orgasms, daycare drama, bacterial shade, and one baby daddy who finally figures out what the he wants.