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“You worried about the wrong shit,” Tae started as we took a seat. “What you need to be worried about is why every time I come in this muthafucka, my girl working on some nigga. You need to assign her female clients only or some shit,” he continued to rant.

“What you need to do is let me run my fucking business as I see fit before I ban your ass from coming in this muthafucka,” Saint warned.

“Yeah… aight,” was all Tae said.

Saint laughed before turning his attention to me.

“Wassup, married man? How’s married life treating you?”

“Shit, the same as it was before I got married. Ain’t shit changed but her last name,” I joked, making both of them laugh. “What’s good with everything?”

“We straight. Me and Tre got everything squared away for the next couple weeks. Ain’t nothing changed on our end,” Saint informed me.

“Bet,” I replied.

We chopped it up for a little while longer before Tae stepped out to go fuck with Gabi. Saint leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hand across his beard. I could tell something was on his mind, and from the way he kept looking at me, I figured he was trying to decide whether to bring it up.

“Wassup with you, nigga?” I asked.

“I wanted to ask you something about your mama,” he replied.

I immediately frowned. “What about Kat?”

“That shit at the wedding when she stopped me and asked if she knew me. I’on know that lady from a can of paint, but she was looking at me like she recognized me from somewhere,” he explained.

I remembered the exchange. Tae had already been on Kat’s ass, and I was too busy enjoying my wedding to give a fuck about it.

“I try not to think into too much shit Kat does,” I responded honestly.

“Shit was strange. She looked like she was trying to figure out where she’d seen me before.”

“Shit, ain’t no telling with Kat. She ain’t mentioned shit to me, though,” I answered.

Saint nodded and leaned back in his chair. I could tell he was still thinking about it, but there wasn’t much I could tell him. Kat knew a lot of muthafuckas. I wasn’t about to start digging into her past over somebody she thought she recognized. We’d be in here all fucking day.

“Just don’t let me find out you got some long-lost connection to Kat. Tae’s unstable ass liable to have a fucking stroke,” I joked.

“Man, fuck both you niggas. I’ain got no connection to that woman,” Saint replied, standing to dap me up.

***

“Daddy, can the babies sleep in my room sometimes?” Leah asked.

“Why you want them in your room, princess?”

“So I can take care of them when Mommy gets tired,” she answered.

Tori smiled while I looked at my daughter. She was serious as hell about helping with the twins, and I loved that she was already excited about being a big sister.

“That’s sweet, baby girl, but them little niggas gone be waking up every two hours wanting milk and shit. You sure you ready for that?” I asked with a smirk.

“Joni, watch your mouth,” Gee warned.

“My bad, Gee,” I replied, holding my hands up before turning back to Leah.

She thought about it for a second before shaking her head.

“No… they can stay with you and Mommy,” she decided, making everybody laugh.