*In Stinkmeaner's voice* AWWW YEAAHH! IT'S A DOUBLE CHAPTER FEATURE NNNYYYUUUUGGAAAAA! Hahahaha! Sorry for the wait yall! I had to rewrite this chapter so many times, I done lost count! It became so lengthy that I had to split it into TWO CHAPTERS! Yes sir you heard right! Ya'll are in luck!

This is a more detailed version of what Jazmine is telling Huey. Not everything I wrote is what she would include in her telling of it, but I know you guys didn't want the descriptive version, so I turned it into a whole flashback memory!

This is Part I of Jazmine's story. It gives a full background of who Matthew is to Jazmine and the relationship they built and the endeavors they partake.

Part II will be uploaded as soon as I get done uploading Part I.

WARNING: For explicit language, suggestive sexual themes, and other mature content.

Enjoy!

Jazmine's Story Part I:

Jazmine held on tight to her boyfriend's back, with her arms looped under his armpits and around the front of his shoulders. The whole world passed by them at 95 mph as Matthew Caulton, captain of the high school football team, highest scoring shooting guard in the district and Senior class president, zoomed them down I-50 highway on his 2014 Harley Davidson Breakout.

Her golden curls trailed behind her wildly from the bottom of her full-face helmet. She rested her chin on his shoulder and squeezed him extra snugly. She enjoyed their drives very much. It was quality time in addition to beautiful scenery around them. It was always peaceful.

"Hold on!" he turned his head and shouted before revving the gas handle and accelerated ten more miles per hour in just two seconds. (Well not so peaceful anymore)

Jazmine gave an enthusiastic scream as the adrenaline rushed through her body. They flashed passed everything so fast, it felt like they were literally flying. Jazmine slowly released her grip from under his armpits and slowly spread her arms out like a bird. She felt so free with him, so weightless, like her heart was in constant flight.

Matthew Caulton was a tall, muscular, mocha-skinned man with peep, brown eyes and black hair tapered into a fro-fade. He had a perfectly lined up goatee and the whitest, most heart-reeling smile Jazmine has ever seen, probably any girl has seen.

He had been class president since sophomore year and like their Senior year, it was a piece of cake. He was a key starter on the football and basketball teams while Jazmine was head cheerleader President of the Spirit Squad. What more of a cliché could you ask for?

Jazmine thought the boy must have been sick, lost or confused when he approached her for the first time. Never in a million years would she have had the slightest courage to even say 'hi' to him, but here he was asking her to the after-party of their first home football game their junior year. The rest after that was history.

They enjoyed watching movies, going to amusement parks, taking long walks, skating, partying, dancing, basically doing anything together.

Now, as Seniors, they were literally inseparable. They were the power couple of Oak Bay High School in Savannah, Georgia. When they walked down the hallway hand in hand, other students would make way and eye them in adoration. It was no surprise when they won Homecoming, Courtwarming, AND prom king and queen both their junior and senior years. It wasn't a symbolic reign. They WERE the king and the queen of their school!

Going to a pre-dominantly black school was a new thing for biracial Jazmine, who was so used to being the only at least half-black person in class, but it was actually very easy getting used to. She loved the southern hospitality and the welcoming attitude she was surrounded with. She had learned to get in better touch with the other half of her heritage and she had to say, it was very enriching.

But nothing could prepare Jazmine for the exhilaration her first and only love she's ever known bestowed upon her. They worked so well together, their families loved their relationship, they had fun doing even the stupidest things, and they loved each other, so strongly than either of them could fathom.

It was graduation night when they professed it officially. They were in downtown, Savannah with the rest of their class that night, party-hopping and celebrating being officially done with high school. They had went to a hotel party where coincidently, Matthew had reserved a room in the same hotel.

He prayed that Jazmine didn't think it too forward of him when he discreetly handed her the small envelope with the room number: 1022 written on it and the room key inside the slot. Jazmine looked up at him with a surprised look. She didn't know what to think.

"M-m-Matt? What is this?" Jazmine nervously chuckled.

"The key to our room," Matthew informed her.

They had fooled around plenty of times, but it always came to a halt right at foreplay. The urges they shared were almost too powerful, but they still managed to have self-control. In addition, Jazmine was still the virgin out of the two of them.

Her mind became even more clouded when he stared at her longingly as he bit his bottom lip. He brought her in to share a flavorful kiss in the middle of the party. Jazmine matched the same intensity as him and gladly danced her tongue with his. Drunk onlookers hooted and hollered in encouragement at them, but they ignored it.

Was he really ready for her? Would tonight be the night? Jazmine was the first to pull back in complete stupor.

"I want to make you into a woman, J," Matthew whispered. "My woman…" he emphasized.

Jazmine gave a shudder and a wave of images flooded through mind, making her flood in other places as well.

She gave him a sultry look and whispered something in his ear, followed by kiss and lick on his earlobe. Yes…they were ready.

They waited like twenty more minutes before they snuck out of the party to make it seem less obvious. When they did, they made their way to the elevator where they resumed their passion until they reached the tenth floor, where Matthew lead them to their door and allowed her to slide the key card in. She opened the door and pulled him in after her by his collar.

That night, they gave themselves to the other fully and completely. Jazmine felt closer to him than to any human she's ever known, like they were practically joint together. Needless to say, that following summer was a…pretty 'steamy' summer to say the least.

When fall came, they both attended NYU where Matthew committed to just playing football while majoring in Business Administration and Jazmine started to focus on her fashion career. They had also moved in together in an off-campus apartment where they lived comfortably.

Although, she had started seeing him less and less as the school year progressed. She didn't complain though. She knew how strenuous and time-consuming being a collegiate athlete was. But what didn't sit well with her were some of the subtle signs that made her question his fidelity, such as: him texting the wrong message to her, him going out with his friends and coming home smelling like weed, alcohol and perfume, and her biggest suspicion, him staying out late every Tuesday and Thursday night.

She had noticed the pattern going on the third week. He told her those were nights that he goes over to his teammate's to watch film, but every night he stayed out later and later.

A few more weeks went by and the same routine continued. Every Tuesday and Thursday he would leave at night. She would sometimes complain and nag on him, other times she just let it alone. She either didn't have the energy, or she just didn't care.

What really made her worry was that he had stopped being affectionate towards her, and then completely ignored her altogether. He didn't kiss her in public, they didn't really go out together much, he didn't show intimacy at home, and he never responded when she tried to make him feel good.

It was starting to tick her off. She wasn't no sex-addict, but Damn! Going on two months and NO physical intimacy of ANY kind? She knew something was up and she was going to find out.

One Friday, while Matthew was at class and Jazmine was still at home, she went through his drawers, searched through his clothes, all through his closet, under their bed, looking for any sort of evidence. She felt like such an incriminating person. She didn't enjoy snooping through his things. It made her feel like there was no trust and trust was everything to her.

As she picked through his laundry, her whole world came crumbling down when she smelled that same perfume on a couple of his shirts again, along with smeared foundation on the sleeves of one and smeared lipstick on the collar of another. She looked further and searched through his pants pockets. Not much she could find, until she searched the last pair of jeans in his hamper, which contained a woman's fake, press-on nail with a rhinestone-studded daisy design.

Jazmine didn't even go to class that day. She spent a great deal of time thinking of all the possibilities that could explain this, searching for any reason to give him the benefit of the doubt. But she still felt that stabbing betrayal in her heart.

Her nerves began to mess with her as she kept anticipating for him to come home any minute. She didn't know why she was scared. Probably because she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to confront him and face possible further lies he would tell her. So she thought just a couple of drinks would boost her confidence.

But as it got later and later, the bottle became emptier and emptier. It was almost 3:00 am Saturday morning, where Jazmine simply sat in the armchair facing the front door, with all her evidence on the table beside her. She held a glass full of brown liquor in her hand while she held a cigarette in her fingers.

Her buzz had already been on and off throughout the whole day. But now, her pent up anger and frustration fueled the liquor even more. She was way past being in denial about the whole thing. The longer she was left alone with her thoughts and the more she drank, the more she convinced herself that it was true.

As Jazmine finished the last of her glass's contents, the front door finally opened, where Matthew stepped inside covered in dirt and sweat.

"Jazmine…w-why are you up?..and why you smokin' in my house?!" Matthew slammed the door behind him. Jazmine just stood up and blew out the smoke blatantly.

"YOUR house?..." Jazmine slightly slurred as she looked all around herself sarcastically. "You have t-to actually LIVE in a place f-for it to be yourssss.. ya understand?"

"Jesus Christ, are you drunk?!" Matthew began to reach out to her, but Jazmine pulled away aggressively.

"Don't fuckin' touch me! And what does it matter to youuu? Comin' home smellin' like liquor and a Victoria's Secret Angel's cunt almost every night and you gon' pass judgement onnn meee," Jazmine threw the glass against the wall where it shattered on impact.

"What the fuck, Jazmine?!" Matthew shouted as he flinched. "Calm down! What are you talking about?!"

"You must think I'm fucking stupid! You expect me to just sit here and be constantly disrespected by you?! Hell nah! You a fuckin DOG ass nigga!" Jazmine shouted in face.

"We been through this before and I'll keep saying it. I'M…NOT..CHEATING ON YOU!" Matthew shouted back. "You know what? This shit is getting real fuckin' old Jazmine. I told you I'm going through a process right now, damn!"

Jazmine scoffed and gave a sarcastic chuckle as she ashed her cigarette on the table and grabbed the evidence, throwing it at him.

"She's a verryyy dark skinned process," Jazmine sneered at him. Matthew looked at his make-up smeared clothes and realized he was in trouble.

"Wait! Hold up, you got it all wrong Jazmine. Let me explain!" Matthew defended.

"Nahhhh, nah, nah! Don't try and explain shit to me now! You already caught, nigga!"

"Jaz, you have to believe me! This is all a misunderstanding! It's not what you think it is!"

"How can I believe you?! How can I trust anything you say? Do I look like a fuckin' fool to you?!"

"You honestly do. Cause this shit is fuckin' ridiculous," Matthew retorted throwing the clothes on the ground somewhere and walking to the kitchen. "Since when did you become such an insecure fuckin' brat?"

"Excuse me?!" Jazmine rushed in front of him, blocking the entrance to the kitchen. "Nigga who you think you talkin' to?! If I'm insecure it's because of YOU mothafucka!" Jazmine shrieked.

Matthew just rolled his eyes and tried to move around her, but Jazmine moved in front of him.

"Man, come on! I'm thirsty, move!" Matthew shoved past her.

"I bet! Them hoes got you dehydrated, huh?" Jazmine taunted. Matthew gave an irritated sigh through his nose, but ignored her, opening the refrigerator and getting out a water bottle.

When he opened it and began sipping it, in a quick flash Jazmine reached and squeezed the water bottle, making the water burst through the nozzle and splash everywhere on him.

"Drink up," Jazmine muttered as she slammed the, now empty, water bottle down on the floor.

Matthew just stood there, stuck in his stunned position with the water continuously dripping off of him. He internally sought every ounce of strength and patience to not act like his color. He took a deep breath in and out.

"Jazmine…You are going to feel incredibly stupid…when you find out the truth about all this," Matthew growled as he got a towel and began drying himself off.

"What truth?!" Jazmine screamed. "You haven't told me shit!"

"Well now I'm not going to." Matthew shrugged. "I'm gonna let you keep thinking that way. I ain't gotta explain shit now."

"That's okay! That's perfectly fine! 'Cause you a LYING ass, CHEATING ass, DIRTY ass, BITCH ass, PUSSY ass NIGGA!" Jazmine exclaimed. Matthew just gave her a dull look and shook his head. "Going out wit ya "boys" all fucking night, entertaining these hoes and doin' God knows what! Then come home and try to hug and love up on me! Fuck that shit! FUCK YOU!" Jazmine shouted again storming out of the kitchen and down the hall. "….no better than yo clown-ass daddy," Jazmine muttered.

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Matthew shouted standing up and making his way out of the kitchen as well.

He heard her footsteps accelerate down the hall and into their bedroom, where she slammed the door shut. Yeah, she knew she fucked up.

Matthew stomped down the hall after her and tried opening the door, but she had locked it from the inside.

"JAZMINE! Open the damn door! You ain't 'bouta say some shit like dat and get away with it! Get yo ass out here! OPEN THIS MOTHAFUCKA RIGHT MOTHAFUCKIN' NOW!" Matthew roared as he repeatedly slammed his fists on the door. "…YOU HEAR ME BITCH?!"

Matthew's father wasn't exactly the picture-perfect father type, nor husband. He was a very sad and extremely abusive man. He had a notorious alcohol and drug problem for decades until the latter killed him. It was Matthew who found him dead, laying on the floor with a bloody, dirty syringe still inserted into his forearm. He didn't know the man much outside of his detrimental influence, but he still never thought illy of him. And Jazmine done crossed a VERY personal line.

"I swear to fucking CHRIST, woman, I will kick this mothafuckin' door down so help me!" Matthew began to powerfully kick the door. At this point, their neighbors were probably well awake.

Matthew hardly ever lost his temper, and never with her. But there's always a first time for everything.

"YOUUUU AAAIIINNN'TT GOONNNN DOOOO SHITTT NIGGA!" Jazmine taunted as she just sat on the bed with her arms crossed. "Better not bring nothing home to me that's all I know! And I ain't talkin 'bout no dirty needle."

Matthew kicked the door open, breaking the handle and almost sending it flying off of its hinges. Jazmine shot up off the bed in surprise, and somewhat fear. He stomped over to her and got in her face, but she didn't back down. She just glared right back up at him.

"You wanna say that shit again?" Matthew growled. But Jazmine just kept glaring at him, with tears starting to form. "Yeah, you sho' had a lot to say when there was a door in between us. Say some slick shit now."

"I'm not scared of you nigga!" Jazmine looked him up and down. "You think you can intimidate me kickin' shit down like you big and bad!"

"Jazmine, I am warning you." Matthew's fists balled up.

"For what?! What you gonna do?!" Jazmine raised both of her arms. "You gon' HIT me nigga?! Go ahead! Prove that you no better than yo punk ass daddy!"

And in a flash, Matthew raised his fist. Jazmine flinched when he swung, but realized that he had swung and missed and punched a 5-inch deep hole in the wall, right behind her, not even an inch to the left of her face. He stayed there for a moment, breathing rapidly like a raging bull with his fist still in the hole in the wall. Jazmine just stood there as well, trembling.

"Get..out," Jazmine whispered. Matthew looked down at her face with pure anger in his eyes. "Get out…NOW!" Jazmine pushed past him, but Matthew grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back against the wall.

"THIS IS RIDICULOUS JAZMINE! I TOLD YOU I'M NOT CHEATING ON YOU! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" Matthew shouted in her face.

"I want you to get a box, get yo toothbrush, pack up yo play station, get yo shaving kit and GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" Jazmine pushed him off of her.

"Bitch where the fuck am I supposed to go?!"

"TO HELL!" Jazmine answered with a quickness before she disappeared into the bathroom.

Matthew continued breathing with rage as he paced back and forth in their room. He literally could not believe this right now.

A full week passed after their huge fight. Matthew had moved out and where he moved, Jazmine didn't know nor care. They cut off all communication with each other and even went out of their way to make sure they didn't run into each other on campus. Jazmine was very convinced that their relationship was probably over.

Until, Friday night, Jazmine and a few of her friends were walking across campus, where they saw a huge crowd of people gathering at the school's Greek Row Yard. They made their way over to see what all the commotion was about.

Then they saw the fraternity Lambda Phi Lambda walking through the crowd with lit torches, some holding their organization plaque, and a few even wearing pharaoh headdresses. They were leading a line of 13 pledges who were all hooded in matching black and gold sweatsuits with their chapter letters and pledge season sewn into their left sleeve in gold. They had their faces buried into the pledge's back in front of them while they linked their arms under the person's shoulders in front of them. They were shouting chants as they marched in line, exaggeratively leaning to the left every other step.

Jazmine made her way to the near front of the crowd to get a good look.

"Hey! What's going on?" Jazmine asked a person next to her.

"It's the Lambda Phi probate!" the girl said in an obvious tone.

"Probate?" Jazmine asked.

"Yeah girl! Where have you been? They've been advertising it for the past two months!" The girl informed her.

The fraternity stopped in the middle where the pledges all finished their chant. Everyone got their phones out and started recording, while Jazmine just stood and watched. The frat brothers' presence was dominating, powerful and unequivocally intimidating. She could see why they were in the Lambda fraternity. It was the only black-founded fraternity on campus, so of course, it was the first choice for the very few black students at the school.

"NEOS!" The DP (Dean of Pledges) shouted. "BOW UP!"

The pledges instantly unhooked from each other and stood side by side facing the crowd, with their arms held out in front of them and knuckles touching. Down the line, their elbows connected in a straight line.

"GREETINGS TO YOUR OLDER BROTHERS!...SPEAK!" The DP ordered.

The pledges stated their greetings simultaneously. All you could see of them were their mouths moving, all enunciating and shouting at the same speed. The crowd cheered and applauded them. Next, they stated the organization's founders, purpose, ideals, quota, and other historical facts. Jazmine had to admit that it was very intriguing.

"NEOS! REVEAL YOURSELVES!"

One by one down the line, the pledges pulled their hoods back, resulting in an uproar from the audience. There were even two white men in the second and sixth spots and a Latino man in the eighth. Jazmine liked to see the diversity. But when they reached the eleventh man, Jazmine did a double take. It was Matthew!

There he stood, tall and erect, his arms strong and firm in front of him, with a serious and ferocious mug on his face. Jazmine gasped as she covered her mouth with both hands. Shame took hold of her. He really wasn't cheating on her! How could she be so stupid?! Shame and guilt immediately overpowered her. She continued to gaze up at him with tear-filled eyes as the rest of the audience hooted and hollered for them.

Then, they did a series of stepping, strolling and more chanting, until they each received a pharaohs headdress as a token for their official entry into the fraternity. When Matthew received his, he looked out into the crowd and somehow, he managed to spot her. Jazmine gave a scared look as she took a step back. Matthew simply winked at her, but Jazmine's guilt was too much to handle. She turned around and began walking towards the back of the crowd and away from the probate.

Two days later, Jazmine heard a motorcycle pull up outside. By the way the driver loudly revved up the engine a few times, she could already tell who it was, letting her know to come outside.

She walked outside of their apartment to be met with Matthew sitting against his motorcycle with his hands in his pockets. Jazmine gulped deeply as she began twiddling her fingers. He smirked and chuckled through his nose as he made a 'come-here' motion with his finger. Jazmine bit her lip nervously and slowly walked towards him.

"Hey, J," Matthew greeted.

"Matthew…" Jazmine whimpered.. "I c-can't tell you how..s-sorry…I am. I'm so…so..incredibly, sorry!" Jazmine hung her head as tears streamed down her face.

"I know…I know," Matthew said softly. "I forgive you Jazmine."

"But all the things I said! About you and…you're father!" Jazmine began to sob. "That was so disgraceful and wrong! And it's not like me! Just because I was drunk was no excuse! I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you!"

Matthew reached for her and brought her into his body, hugging her tightly. He held her cheek as he kissed her forehead. Jazmine hugged him tightly around his waist while she sobbed into his chest.

"I forgive you okay?" Matthew whispered. "For everything."

"Oh, Matthew, I'm so ashamed! I'm so embarrassed! I don't deserve your forgiveness or your kindness. How could you look at me the same after this?"

"Because I love you. I'm in love with you Jazmine. It was a big misconception. And I understand how you would react. I didn't exactly make the situation easier for you. I should have been honest from the beginning what I was doing, but it was against the rules."

"What do you mean?" Jazmine asked.

"The whole idea of pledging is discretion and abstinence. We're not allowed to tell anyone about it. We couldn't eat sweets or salts, we couldn't walk through grass on campus, and we couldn't be be seen with women, talk to women, or have sex with women." Matthew informed her.

"So…what about the make up and perfume I smelled on your clothes?...the fake nail?"

"That…" Matthew paused. "That was part of the process. They… paid bimbos to come to the frat house and locked us in a room with them a couple times. But I did NOT do anything with them, I swear to God! They tried brushing up on me and groping on me but I pushed them off. I I even got extra beatings because of it."

"Oh…" Jazmine let out. "You're telling me the truth?"

"Yes, baby," Matthew took both of her hands in his and kissed them. "I PROMISE I did not touch those girls. You are my one and only. I would never betray you."

Jazmine nodded and hugged him around the neck. Matthew pulled her in close and squeezed her around the waist, rubbing her back sensually.

"I missed you," Matthew whispered.

"I missed you too, baby," Jazmine said back. "Please come back home." She stroked the back of his neck with her fingertips.

"I'm already here girl. I ain't goin' nowhere," Matthew said in her ear followed by a peck right under her ear, earning him a soft gasp from Jazmine.

They slightly pulled away and locked eyes before leaning in for a heated kiss. Jazmine held his face as she stood on her tip toes, trying to get as much of him as possible. Matthew slipped his tongue in her mouth and swirled it with hers. She moaned into the kiss with gratitude as tears ran down her cheeks. His hands began to wander everywhere, and Jazmine giggled in the kiss when he reached past her hips and gave both of her ass cheeks a powerful squeeze.

"Baaee, stopp!" Jazmine moaned. Matthew smacked his lips.

"Mannn stop playin'. You know you like dat shit," Matthew brought her into his embrace again, but Jazmine was willing to pull away this time.

"So you think cuz you got them letters on…," she traced her fingers over the Greek letters of his jacket. "…that you can get whatever you want, huh?"

"Precisely," Matthew retorted.

"So… my Lambda man," Jazmine patted him down.

"What's up?" Matthew said lowly as he licked his lips.

"Since you're officially out…" Jazmine traced her fingers down his chest. "…does that mean that you can…" her fingers traveled past his belt. "Fuck women again?" Jazmine ran her hand up and down his manhood, which immediately hardened. Matthew gave her a lustful look.

"I don't know about women," Matthew groaned. "But after two sexless months, and that scene you caused last week, you 'bouta get this act right."

And in one swift motion, he picked her up by the thighs, resulting in a gasp from Jazmine. She wrapped her legs around his waist for support and allowed him to carry her back inside.

From that day on, everything went well for the two of them the rest of the year. Jazmine had gotten an internship for Vogue and Matthew and his team won their conference championship. He was also offered a full-ride football scholarship to transfer to West Virginia University along with two of his teammates. Of course he accepted.

Jazmine was so excited for him, but that meant that he would be moving away. They've never been long distance before, and she got nervous at the thought. But he reassured her that nothing would be different. They both promised to stay true and faithful during their time apart, but Matthew wanted to take the next step to solidify that promise.

That summer, Jazmine had randomly started to feel fatigued throughout the day. She got headaches and dizziness from just standing up too long or walking a long distance. At first, she thought that it was her period approaching because she also had cramps and was bloating, but then she realized….she didn't even have a PREVIOUS menstruation!

It wasn't until she was getting nauseous and throwing up every other hour, that she started to get nervous. She went to the nearest drug store to get a couple boxes of pregnancy tests and whole new package of bottled water. When she got home she drank almost half of the water bottles. When she felt the need to pee, she used two tests and waited several minutes for the results. And those were the longest minutes of her life.

Every possible outcome and scenario played through her mind. She didn't know what she was going to do if the results were positive. How was she going to tell Matthew? How would he react? Of course, they talked about having kids all the time, but she didn't think they meant this soon!

She could have sworn that they used protection! She thought long and hard of any possibilities, but couldn't think of anything! Until….she thought of that night a couple months ago on Matthew's 20th birthday. And they were drunk off their ASSES that night.

"You gon' have my kids baby, you hear me?" Matthew groaned in her ear as he sped up, crashing his hips down on hers, getting closer to their finish.

"Yesss daddyyy! Ouuu fuck!...MMMmm I wanna have yo babyyy!" Jazmine screamed.

FUCK! Jazmine thought as she remembered that intense and heated moment that night. And she KNEW the nigga ain't pull out….Great!...Just great!

Her timer went off, letting her know the results should be done. She solemnly went to the bathroom and looked at the strips on the sink. Her whole heart sank.

'Positive'

She covered her hand with her mouth as her eyes popped out of her head. She couldn't believe it! She…was…pregnant! Jazmine's eyes welled up with tears and it wasn't sadness tears much to her surprise. She was scared out of her mind, but she still felt wonderful. Now she had to figure out how she was going to tell him. And a great idea popped into her head.

Matthew walked through their front door, just getting off work from his summer job. He immediately smelled his favorite food: steak with sautéed peppers and onions, garlic mashed potatoes, and cheesy rice, radiating from the kitchen, where he saw Jazmine at work on the stove.

He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back towards him as he gently kissed the nape of her neck. He felt her shiver, then relax into his touch.

"You know how incredibly sexy it is coming home after a long day to see my woman cooking a hot meal for me?" Matthew whispered in her ear.

"No I don't. How sexy is it?" Jazmine baited pushing her bottom back against his manhood.

"You're such a tease," Matthew chuckled before she turned her head and gave him a kiss. "I'm gonna go shower okay."

"Okay, baby." Jazmine said. When he disappeared down the hall, she released a pent-up sigh.

'Damn! He didn't notice!' Jazmine thought. He would have to notice when they sat down at dinner. He just had to.

Matthew got in the shower and let the hot water fall on him. He decided that tonight was the night. He was going to ask the love of his life to be his wife. He didn't like to put a time-frame on things, but they've been together long enough to know that they were in love and that they couldn't be any happier than they were now. It was time.

He turned the water off and got out. He dried off and put on some comfortable clothes, putting a small, black velvet box into his pocket. When he came out, Jazmine had just finished making their plates and was taking them to the dining table.

The table was set up all fancy, with a white tablecloth, some candlelight and flowers in a vase. When she sat their plates down, he noticed a third plate sitting on the other side.

"You expecting someone?" Matthew asked.

"Mmhmm," Jazmine hummed. "We both are."

"Huh?" Matthew asked confusedly. "Dang..I thought it was just gonna be us tonight. I had a special night pla.." Matthew stopped as he looked closer at the plate, where a white plastic strip with a pink cap sat in the center.

He slowly walked closer to the other side of the table and picked it up. A grin crept on Jazmine's face as she watched him. Matthew's eyes widened in shock as his mouth fell open. He looked over at Jazmine who had the biggest smile on her face.

"Jazmine…are you serious?" Matthew asked making his way towards her. She nodded her head.

"You're going to be a daddy," Jazmine said softly.

"Oh my God, JAZMINE!" He picked her up by the waist and spun her in a circle a couple times. Jazmine gave a hearty laugh as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He sat her back down and kissed her feverishly. "I'm going to be a father! Holy fucking shit!" Matthew had to sit down for a second. He was starting to get dizzy.

"You're not scared?" Jazmine asked.

"You kidding? I'm scared shitless," Matthew laughed nervously.

"Yeah, me too," Jazmine agreed sitting down on her chair. "But we're going to be just fine." Jazmine held both of his hands in hers.

"I know, baby. We're going to be great parents. You make my life so complete… which is why…" Matthew's heart began to race as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the box.

Jazmine's face fell as she saw him shift off of the chair and kneel down on one knee in front of her.

"…I want to share every waking minute of the rest of my life with you. You are the love of my life, my heart, mind and soul and now you are going to be the mother of my child. I can't imagine a breath of life without you in it. I love you so, so much." Matthew said sincerely.

Jazmine's breathing was visibly deepening as her chest rose and fell, with her eyes watering already. Matthew took her left hand and squeezed it gently.

"So, would you, Jazmine Elizabeth Dubois, do me the utmost greatest honor, of becoming my wife?" He opened the box and there sat a HUGE pear-shaped halo diamond engagement ring. Jazmine covered her mouth with her hand as she gasped.

"Oh my God! Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" Jazmine exclaimed as she bounced up and down in her chair excitedly. Matthew smiled and took the ring out, slipping it on her fourth finger. He gave her a kiss and hugged her tightly as she began crying with joy on his shoulder. "Baby, I love you so muu-huh-huh-huuuch!" Jazmine sobbed.

"I love you too Jazmine," Matthew laughed. "Let's eat okay? I'm starving."

"Yeah, me too," Jazmine sniffled. "Eating for two from now on. So be prepared to make food runs in the middle of then night, mister."

"Greeeaaattt," Matthew muttered.

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