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“Eat a dick, Lincoln,” Stacks countered.

Buck flipped him off before reaching for his drink. I settled back against the couch, glad we’d finally gotten everybody together without having some business to discuss.

“You let Gabi out your sight?” Saint joked.

“Shit, I’on see Eve with you.”

“Don’t worry about my wife, muthafucka,” Saint snarled.

“You sound like that nigga over there.” I pointed at Joni.

“Fuck out my face,” he laughed.

I glanced toward Mase, who was sitting across from me listening to everybody talk shit.

“Bruh, how married life treating you?” I questioned.

“Nigga, I’ain married yet,” he laughed.

“Same shit. Rah got your ass locked down already,” I teased.

“And I’ain complaining,” he replied, smiling.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Buck agreed, lifting his glass.

I shook my head, laughing. Between Joni being married with four kids and Mase getting ready to marry Rah, it seemed like everybody was settling down.

Stacks noticed me smiling to myself.

“What you over there thinking about, Tae?” he questioned.

I took another drink before answering.

“Shit, I’ve been thinking about asking Gabi to marry me,” I admitted.

Buck nearly choked on his drink.

“Man, get the fuck outta here!” he exclaimed. “You? The same nigga who used to swear he wasn’t never getting married?”

“I know you ain’t talking Mr. One Night Wonder,” I countered.

“Touché, muthafucka… Touché.” Buck raised his glass, and we all laughed.

Joni looked over at me, his expression turning serious.

“You really thinking about proposing, bruh?” he asked.

“Yeah. Her divorce is final, and we’ve been good since she came back home. I love her, and I know that’s who I wanna be with,” I explained.

“Then do it. You already know how I feel about Gabi. She’s good for you,” he replied.

“Appreciate it, bruh,” I told him.

“You got a ring yet?” Mase questioned.

“Nah, I gotta figure out what I want,” I answered.

“Take your time picking it out,” he advised. “That’s something she gone be wearing every day.”