Kentrell put his thick, nicely rolled blunt back up to his lips, inhaling for a few seconds, held it in his mouth, then slowly released the smoke through his nasal passages.

His eyes were bloodshot red, and his head rested on Dayvon's shoulder, who was also smoking a blunt. Usually they'd share one, but they didn't feel like passing a single one back and forth right now.

It was currently 6:27 in the morning, and the two of them were out in the backyard's conversation pit, watching the sun slowly deem it's light on the horizon while talking about whatever came to mind.

They'd only been up for an hour or so, and decided to go smoke while Dream remained asleep. Surprisingly, both of them generously cut down on the amount of weed they smoked because she didn't like the scent of the herb. Another reason they hadn't in awhile was because of Dayvon's injury. He was healing well though.

"Nah. He know better. I keep saying it, but niggas better be lucky I ain't get his ass gone mane. I'm like that foreal." Kentrell shrugged, placing his lighter near the end of his blunt.

"Yo' ass crazy. You ain't have to do that." Von chuckled, smoke flowing through his mouth while he spoke.

"Yeah I did. I ah' crash out behind you and Nana 'bout whatever. Ion regret shit."

It was crazy how serious he was when he said that. Kentrell would literally go against the entire world just to ensure Dayvon and Dream's safety. They meant everything to him, and he'd risk it all for them, every single time.

At times, he couldn't even believe how wrapped up in love he was. It had happened so insanely fast that he hadn't even had the proper amount of time to get used to it, or sit and realize that this was real life. Love was such a foreign feeling to him, but he loved it when it came from them.

He found joy and purpose in being both a protector and provider for Dream, and an equal lover and best friend to Dayvon. Half the time, his feet weren't even on the ground because he was so caught up in the clouds.

This was the kind of love that was so genuine, you didn't second guess a single thing about it. The attachment that he had to them was one that couldn't quite be described. Whatever it was, he loved it with every fiber of his being.

"I love you for that shordy. Thank you." Von leaned his head down to kiss his forehead, and Kentrell's tilted back because he wanted a kiss.

Von's hand went around his neck, both of their eyes closing after their tongues immediately intertwined with each other's, quickly intensifying a kiss that was supposed to be small.

The soft pink surface of Kentrell's tongue slid over Dayvon's plump lips, earning a groan from him as he lost dominance over the kiss. His body relaxed underneath Kentrell's touch, but the erection in his dick was slowly growing stronger.

He could feel it beginning to curve in his Calvin Klein boxers, too big to remain straightened, which caused his groans to grow a bit louder against Kentrell's lips.

Then, he reached in his own boxers to free himself, eventually stroking the length of his dick while his tongue continued to slide sloppily against an aroused Kentrell's.

"Spit on it." He mumbled, pecking his lips twice more as soon as the kiss broke. He loved kissing.

"Aight, but don't get to doing no extra shit. I got it." Kentrell told him, and he smirked, leaning back to let Kentrell do as he pleased-but, he obviously wouldn't be following those directions.

Kentrell lowered his body, letting spit drip out of his mouth and onto the sensitive tip of his dick. It was almost a rose dawn color-a mixture of both brown and pink, leaking with his creamy pre-cum. His veins naturally strained from how turned on he was, traveling up his shaft.

First, he dragged his tongue around the base of his dick, purposefully moving slow to draw this out longer for Dayvon. His moans were like music to Kentrell's ears, and only encouraged him to tease him by sucking in the same areas he'd just licked.

Already growing tired of the waiting game that Kentrell was trying to play, Dayvon held his own dick, forcing himself down Kentrell's throat, and didn't stop until he physically couldn't push further.

"You know what I like. Don't run from me baby." His voice rasped, thrusting his hips forwards with little effort, yet still managing to slide deeper down his throat with each thrust.

Kentrell heavily gagged, causing spit to pool out of his mouth and created a mess over Dayvon's pelvic area, but he didn't care. He loved when it was messy, that only heightened his arousal even further.

"Fuuuuck," A long and drawn out groan came from Von, pulling Kentrell's front dreads up into a mini ponytail so that he could keep his eyes on his face.

"That's too much? Hm? Can you take some more for me?" His tone softened, and Kentrell moaned around his dick, his eyes slowly dazing. He widened his jaws, sliding his head down lower to take as much of him as he could.

"That's it baby, there you go. Thank you." He groaned out, the throbbing sensation of his dick growing stronger as he continued to push Kentrell's head down.

"I'm finna nut." He let out a loud grunt, his body going completely stiff as he released the knot in his stomach, shooting his load in the warmth of his throat.

Just because his orgasm had been triggered didn't mean he was letting Kentrell up, though. He kept him down on his dick until he was sure that his creamy substance had finished leaking, then finally let his head go.

As soon as Kentrell came up, he threw up a mouthful of spit onto the concrete, groaning to himself as he clutched his own pulsing dick in the palm of his hand. He had messed his boxers up due to how much he had nutted, strictly off of pleasing Von.

That usually only happened when he gave Dream head, so this had honestly caught him by surprise.

"You cumming? Huh?" Von grabbed his head again, and Kentrell's eyes briefly shut as a small pout fell over his face, stroking himself in his boxers.

"Mhm. I'm cumming." He spoke back, but only this time it was more of a small whimper, and Von smirked at what he had took part in causing.

Kentrell dropped his head on Von's shoulder, nutting for the second time while moaning in his ear. His body went limp, and he continued to moan under his breath while Von's hands roamed his body.

"Daddy got you. I'm right here." Von gently kissed his cheek, earning another groan from him as he tried hard to regain control over himself.

"I fucking love you." Kentrell mumbled after a few moments, listening to him chuckle from beneath him.

"I love you more. You done?" He asked, and Kentrell slowly nodded his head, his eyelids growing heavy as he continued to lay on top of Von.

"We gotta go shower, don't go to sleep." He chuckled again, using his upper body strength to guide Kentrell to sit up.

"You fucked up. Gay ass nigga." Kentrell wiped his mouth off, lazily smiling once he was given another kiss, this time on his lips.

"Be lucky I ain't break yo' ass i-,"

"Shut the fuck up."

Dayvon laid his face in the crook of Dream's neck from behind, inhaling her natural scent while she did her makeup in the mirror-or at least tried to. She couldn't get anything done right with how much he'd been on her toes, ever since she'd woken up two hours ago.

Today, she planned to go Christmas shopping by herself because God knows if they tagged along with her she wouldn't be able to get anything done. She was currently trying to get ready, but both Dayvon and Kentrell were acting like they couldn't live without touching her in some way.

"Why you always being mean to me?" Von asked her, sliding his arms around her waist.

"I'm never mean to you. I'm trying to do my makeup and you're all over me, Salem." She held a small frown, but it didn't phase him, neither did it make him let her go.

"Cause I love you, bitch. I ain't never gon' stop loving you, bitchhhhh-,"

"Chill, chill ma, I'm playing." He laughed, grabbing her arms once she turned around to hit him while he recited an old Vine video.

"You play too much. Kentrell, what are you even doing? Get out of my stuff." She took her makeup bag from him, and he frowned at her in response.

"Don't be snatching nothin' from me. You better take it right." He snatched it back from her, and she groaned in frustration, covering her face with her hands.

"Five minutes. Just give me five minutes by myself. Get out before I start crying, and I'm not playing." She removed her hands, low-key proud of herself that she wasn't crying yet.

"Three hundred seconds. That's all you getting." Kentrell slapped her ass while walking past her, and she rolled her eyes.

"Nigga I'm three hunna', bang! I'm coolin' wit' my youngins. And what we smoke, one hunna'. But nigga I'm three hunna'." Von rapped in her ear, wrapping his arm around her neck with his phone in his other hand, recording.

"Get that out of my face Dayvon, damn. You always playing." She ended up cracking a smile, making him and Kentrell laughed. She tried to play mad so badly, but failed every time.

Eventually, she was able to get them out of the bathroom, and got started on her makeup again. She did a bold but simple beat, and used matte setting powder so that her face would look good in front of her phone camera even if the lighting happened to be bad.

Next thing she did was put her clothes on. She knew that Kentrell and Von would protest against the outfit she'd chosen, but she didn't care. It was cute to her, and since she was pregnant, she wouldn't get to dress this revealing for much longer. Plus, she hadn't genuinely dolled herself up in awhile.

After adding some light jewelry and curling her shoulder length bob, the last thing she had to do was go find a purse to match her outfit. In the midst of doing so, of course her boyfriends were all over her with questions.

"What is you doing, mane? Put this on instead." Kentrell held out a pair of sweats and the matching hoodie to her, a mug plastered as his expression.

"Boy it's 89 degrees outside." Which was surprising, given that it was literally the middle of winter. And knowing Atlanta, it would probably be snowing tomorrow.

"You not even wearing a bra. Why is you tryna be a whore?" Dayvon enunciated his words, frowning at her as well.

"Wow. Y'all are so dramatic." She chuckled, holding Kentrell for stability as she pulled on her sandals, then moved her hair over her shoulders when she was done.

On her way to the car, both of them continued to debate with her the entire time over her outfit choice, but her mind had already been made up. That still didn't stop them from trying though.

"When you 'posed to be done? Nana why I can't come?" Kentrell asked her, raising one of his eyebrows.

"I'll see you when I see you." She simply stated, which caused him to dramatically roll his eyes with as much effort as he could muster up.

"Whatever. Gimme a kiss. I love you." He kissed her lips, and she held his face, her eyes fluttering closed a few moments later because Von's lips had immediately went to her neck. They were so adorably obsessive.

"Okayyyy, damn." She had a smile on her face as she pulled away from both of them, wiping her lip gloss off of Kentrell's mouth.

"Nah, that ain't fair. I ain't get no kiss." Von leaned his head down, and her smile spread further as she tilted hers back to let him get a kiss as well.

She let out a gasp as soon as his tongue slid in her mouth, feeling his hand wrap tight around her neck so that she couldn't pull away from him; because knowing her, she wouldn't let him get as carried away as he wanted to.

When she reached up to grab his arm, Kentrell grabbed ahold of both of her wrists with a taunting chuckle. It amazed her how synchronized the two of them were. They were always on the same type of timing, it literally never failed.

"Dayvon," She quietly whined, pulling her lips back from his with a small pout, and he smirked as his tongue ran over his smooth lips.

"You gon' give me some pussy when you come home?" He asked her, kissing the side of her face. He was definitely feening. It had been too long.

"No. Move, you know what you're doing. Utilize each other."

"I'm tired of hearing that. I still don't know what the fuck utilize even means." Kentrell sucked his teeth, and Dayvon stared at him with a blank expression. Sometimes he could be so slow, even when the context clues were so obvious.

"Aw, baby. Google is free." Dream closed her door, laughing at the look on both of their faces.

After talking to them in the driveway for a little bit longer, with some heavy convincing, Dream was finally able to leave. She ended up taking Midnight with her too, just because she had to compromise with her dramatic boyfriends-it was either she took Midnight, or they were sending security guards with her.

Besides all of that and the usual hectic morning shenanigans, she was so happy to be going Christmas shopping-even though she would be using Kentrell's black card. It was the thought that counted though, right?

Christmas had always been a very special holiday for her. It had nothing to do with the fact that it was a day for receiving and giving gifts, she just loved the positive energy that almost everyone absorbed during the season. One of the most beautiful things about life was seeing other people happy.

Dream usually spent Christmas Day at either Jayda or Ariana's family's house, but it had been shaky between the three of them.

A few days ago, she ended up taking Jayda on a lunch date so that she could hear her side on what had went down between her and Ariana. Dream just wanted a better understanding on her actions.

Jayda basically reiterated how she just wanted to give it another try with Dominique for the sake of her baby. A two parent household was what she'd grown up in, and she wanted her baby to have that same experience. It had never been her intentions to hurt Ariana, and she was upset with herself that it went that far.

Jayda could admit to being a little 'not all there' when it came to being in love, especially with Dominique, her partner for the last six or so years. She just couldn't let him go, even though the way he'd treated her tore her down beyond what words could explain.

People didn't see the side of him that she saw. They only saw the occasional cheating scandals in the blogs. They knew nothing about him waking her up with breakfast every morning, taking her on picnics and walks in the park-just to get away from the fast life they lived.

Nobody knew about him rubbing her sore feet every weekend after a night of clubbing, or about the facials he gave her every Saturday-just for the hell of it. Nobody understood why she was so deeply in love with her version of him. She didn't care to explain, either.

She couldn't even say that she regretted going back to him. What she did regret though, was dragging Ariana's feelings out, knowing that she would eventually be back in Dominique's love warp. She hated that their friendship was now ruined because of her.

Jayda had made plenty of attempts to apologize to her, but Ariana wasn't budging. Jayda and Dream didn't blame her for it either. All of them knew how stubborn she was, so honestly, her reaction wasn't unexpected-and was well deserved, too. Jayda had definitely messed up.

So, by the end of their lunch date, nothing had really altered Dream's opinion on Jayda being in the wrong. Even with that, their friendship mended back to normal because Dream couldn't be mad at her since Jayda hadn't personally done anything to her.

After leaving Olive Garden, they went to the mall to go sight see at baby stores-both of them excited for the babies they were now carrying. Dream started feeling bad because it felt like they were leaving Ariana out, but Ari wouldn't see Jayda for anything.

Hopefully they patched it up sooner rather than later. Dream didn't want to be in the middle of their squabble for much longer, and she missed hanging out with both of her best friends-together. They'd never 'beefed' with each other this seriously, and for this long either.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Dream lit up like a Christmas tree-ironically-at the sight of all the new items inside of Neiman Marcus. There were so many new products in stock, just in time for the holiday season. She was beyond ready to shop for Kentrell and Dayvon.

On top of buying gifts for them, she would have to visit a bunch of other stores to grab gifts for everyone else that she knew, too, including her father.

Despite the argument they'd had the last time she saw him, it was a ritual for the Amish to be with family for the holidays. Even if he didn't want to speak to her, she still wanted to drop off a few simple gifts for him. Her heart was too big for her own good.

Anywho, let the Christmas shopping begin!

I wasn't gonna give y'all a Christmas scene, but I guess I will. Whatever. Anyways, have y'all realized how much I cut back on the sex scenes in this book???? Lmao I be so tired of ppl saying I write smut too much-because they be right. Idc tho.