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“Yeah, we got ice, but she likes theirs now go get the shit and bring two,” Joni fussed.

“Ni—,” I started, but his ass had already hung up.

I headed in the direction to get Tori’s ice before I went to the house. I got her greedy ass three, so she better talk to me nice today or I’ma melt all this shit. I hadn’t bothered getting breakfast because I knew Gee had already cooked. That woman made breakfast every damn morning, and I wasn’t about to pass up a free meal.

When I walked inside, Joni and Tori were stretched out on the couch watching TV. Soon as Tori spotted the cups in my hand, her ass sat up doing a little dance.

“You acting real fat right now, sis.”

“Aye, nigga watch that shit,” my brother warned me.

“Tae, give me my damn ice and shut the hell up,” Tori fussed.

“Nah, see. That’s exactly the attitude I’m talking about. You already being mean and I’ain even gave them to you yet.”

“Joni, you better tell your brother to give me my gah damn ice before I beat his ass,” Tori warned.

“Nigga, give my wife her ice before I beat your ass.”

“Damn, bro. You ain’t even gone take up for your own blood?” I questioned.

“Shit, she’s carrying my blood and that trumps everything, nigga.”

“Man, both y’all can kiss my ass,” I fussed, handing her the cups.

“And I love you too, brother-in-law,” she replied sweetly, already taking the lid off one of the cups.

I shook my head at her spoiled ass before heading toward the kitchen with Joni following behind me.

“Gee leave me something to eat?” I asked.

“You know she did. Shit probably in the microwave,” Joni said from behind me.

I found my plate waiting on me and heated it up.

“I asked her to move in with me last night,” I blurted and immediately regretted it.

“Ain’t that some shit. My little brother is finally ready to settle down,” he joked.

“I knew I shouldn’t have told your ass shit,” I replied, taking my plate out of the microwave.

“I’m fucking with you. What she say?” He asked.

“Said she’ll think about it. If you ask me, ain’t shit to think about. We’re always together anyway.”

“She’s probably just trying to process the shit. You see how hard it was for me to convince Tori to stay here, and we already had a whole kid,” Joni reminded me.

“Yeah, you right. I just want her at my shit all the time,” I said honestly.

“I feel you, and I’m proud of you, nigga… you finally growing up and shit.” He smirked.

“Fuck out my face,” I laughed his stupid ass off. “Aye, you remember that shit with Kat and Saint at the wedding?” I asked.

Joni nodded. “Yeah. Saint brought that shit up yesterday.”

“What he say?” I questioned.

“He said he’on know her from nowhere, but he thought it was strange how she was looking at him,” Joni explained.