“Yeah. I guess I just want to know what you think about this. I know what I’ll be getting myself into if I decide to allow this to manifest between us, but do you think I should?”
“Well, baby girl, I can’t tell you how to get to Sesame Street. Use your GPS, chile.”
We both giggled. “Mommy! I’m being serious.”
“I am too, sweetie. The GPS is your mind and what you feel in your heart. Keep in mind that you have to factor in my grandbaby and the fact that he has a mental condition that may cause harm or put you in harmful situations. It’s only been a week, Autumn, and I can tell by your tone that you are certainly considering allowing this to manifest.
“Use your discernment. God gave it to every soul on Earth; some just never tap into it, but you know how to. It’s why you’re in the field you’re in. You’re an adult, and you make your own decisions, and you’re smart. If you’re feeling him that much, then I’m sure you know what you’re doing, baby. You don’t need anyone’s opinion on what you already know.”
I put the phone on speaker and took out the ingredients for the coffee. “Yeah, . . . you’re right. Can you pray for us?”
“Of course, baby. What’s this gentleman’s name?”
“Ghana.”
“I love that name. Very unique. Is he African?”
I smiled. “It is. And yes, African American.”
“Hmm. You've found yourself a Mandingo warrior. Lawd, help her.” We both laughed again.
“Alright. Close your eyes and let the prayer and the Holy Spirit guide you.”
I closed my eyes and bowed my head.
“Oh, gracious and Heavenly Father, the Father of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. We come to You as humbly as we know how and ask that You cover us in Your blood. God, You know what we stand in need of this morning, and You granted us the sight of it again; we ask that You cover these two souls who are hopefully joining together to become one. We ask that You touch Ghana and Autumn from the crowns of their heads to the soles of their feet.
“Give them wisdom and a strength that will carry them to the end of time. Lord, if it’s in Your will, give them a sign that You are walking along this journey with them. Give Ghana the peace his mind seeks and the love they both deserve. Send your Holy Spirit to guide them along this path that they have embarked on, and redirect any negative thoughts, feelings, and energy that may come their way.
“Order their steps, guard their hearts, and bring peace to their minds. These and all the things I ask in Your Mighty Name. Hallelujah. Amen and thank God.”
“Amen,” I replied.
“Amen.”
I quickly turned to see Ghana leaning against the entryway with his eyes closed. His pajama pants hung low on his waist, showing that perfect V-cut with no underwear underneath. That tool between his legs made an imprint that had me licking my lips.
His eyes opened and came to me. They were glossy as he walked closer to me with a small smile on his face.
“Is that him?” Mom asked.
I nodded like she could see me, unable to really focus since his dick had my attention.
Autumn, your mother just got finished praying, and here you go, lusting.
I shook my head at myself and smiled. “Yes, it’s him.”
“How are you, . . . Mrs. Blake, I presume?”
“Yes, it’s Mrs. Blake. How are you, son?”
“Better,” he replied, eyes on me. “Thank you for the prayer and faith in us. I know it’s still a little too soon, but the Big Homie knows what He’s doing. If I don’t know anything else, I know whatever this is that’s happening with your daughter is meant to be.”
Mommy tittered. “Are you sure about that?”
“I am, and you just confirmed it through your prayer.”
“Hmm. I’d love to put eyes on you. Autumn, when the time permits, bring your friend by the house to meet me. No rush, but soon, okay?”