Love at Last (Odell Beckham Jr.)

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Odell's POV

Two days into the honeymoon, I feel more at ease than I ever been in life. Mo had the sheets intertwined on her body. I decided to make her breakfast. As I wrap up finishing breakfast I heard Mo's footsteps.

I felt her hands around my waist. "Good morning." she says. "Good morning my babies. I made us breakfast." I say as she hops on the counter. I rest my forehead against hers. "I see you're feeling better." I say.

She smiles and looks over at the pot of grits I have on the stove. "Pure bred New Orleans." Mo says. I smile.

After we ate my phone was buzzing. Mo was in the shower. Everyone knows we're on our honeymoon. So when it rang again I picked it up. 

"Bout time you picked up Odell." I know that voice. Kiara. "How do you have my number?" I ask.

"So much anger. I bet your wife doesn't know about me." she says. I hear the shower stop. "Whatever you want you're not getting the best of me nor my wife." I say.

"Whatever. Best be prepared for war Odellllll." she says. The line goes dead and I hear footsteps behind me. 

"You ok baby?" Mo asks. "Yeah." I say.