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wasn’t going to happen. Besides, I worked too hard to look this good to let it all go to shit. I know too many women who’ve never gotten their bodies back after giving birth, and I just couldn’t imagine losing my perfect curves.
    Turning to the side, I stared down at my stomach, making sure my stomach was still smooth and flat, and was glad to see that it still was. The only evidence was my swelling breasts.
    Leon knocked at the door. “Hey, baby, you wanna take a shower together?”
    I rolled my eyes. He can be so worrisome at times. I just gave him some, now he wanted to spend the rest of the weekend in each other’s arms. I was supposed to meet Jrue at two o’clock in Williamsburg for lunch and, more importantly, dessert.
    â€œNo, sweetie, because we’ll never get out and I don’t want to get my hair wet,” I whined like a little girl, just the way he likes. “I told you I wanted to spend the afternoon at the outlet mall. You wanna go with me?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.
    Leon was quick to object. “No, I’m going to kick back and watch the basketball game.”
    I grinned. I am so damn sneaky.
    Within minutes I was showered and spreading Beauty body lotion all over me. Jrue loved that scent on me. And who am I not to give my man what he wanted?
    I stepped into the master suite, then looked around the room and grinned. We’d been living in our home on Cary Street for over a year and I still couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. The master bedroom was a dream all by itself, with more than 2,000 square feet, large picture windows, a cathedral ceiling, and French doors that led into a master bath that was better than any spa I’ve ever been to with a Jacuzzi tub big enough for me and Leon. I moved across cinnamon-colored carpet where stone columns led into a spacious sitting room where Leon spent hours watching the game from a 55-inch flat screen that was mounted to the wall. He had gone downstairs, probably to find something to eat, and I was glad to have the bedroom all to myself. Leon loved watching me walk around the room naked, but after a while he’d be ready for round three, and I was trying to save some of my energy for Jrue.
    I stepped into my walk-in closet. For my birthday, Leon had a contractor come in and build me all kinds of neat shelves and racks perfect for all my clothes and accessories. One thing no one could ever say was that my husband did not love my dirty drawers.
    I brought a hand to my hip as I browsed the assortment of clothes in my closet. It was a shopaholic’s dream. Most of the items still had price tags hanging on them from my favorite stores such as Neiman Marcus, Saks Fifth Avenue, and Macy’s. Thanks to Nikki, I even occasionally scanned the shelves at T.J. Maxx, but I’m very selective about what I buy there, and even then I have to get there the same day the trucks arrived before everything was picked all over. There’s nothing worse than trying on a dress after several other women had it on. Just seeing the deodorant stains gave me the creeps.
    I finally decided on a pair of skinny denim jeans, a ruffle red blouse that showcased the twins in the best way possible, and fire-engine red heels. I even wore lipstick to match. A sistah’s gotta keep it cute.
    I grabbed a colorful leather purse and took one final look in the mirror. I had wrapped my hair so my weave draped perfectly around my shoulders. I sauntered down the double staircase into a marble foyer with a large crystal chandelier hanging overhead.
    I found Leon in the kitchen making himself something for breakfast. He knew when he married me I hadn’t known a damn thing about cooking. After ten years, nothing had changed.
    â€œHmmm, something smells good,” I commented as I moved into the beautifully decorated kitchen. It had stainless-steel appliances, dark oak cabinets, and chocolate granite countertops.