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“Baby, grab that bag out the back for me,” she requested.

I looked over my shoulder at the shopping bag sitting on the back seat.

“More shit for them babies?” I questioned.

“Yes, Tae. Now get my bag,” she replied.

I laughed and shook my head as I got out. Between Gabi, Rah, and everybody else, KJ and Khori were going to have more clothes than they could wear.

We walked inside through the kitchen, where Gee and Ma Pat were putting the finishing touches on dinner.

“Wassup, Gee,” I greeted, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“I done told y’all about them lips on me,” she fussed.

“Gee, my mouth clean. It’s the nigga with all the kids you need to worry about,” I laughed as I greeted Ma Pat. “Wassup, Ma.”

“Hey baby… Gabi,” she greeted.

After speaking to the ladies, I headed toward the den. I could hear Joni and Mase hollering at the TV before I even made it to the den.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Joni yelled as I walked in.

“What happened?” I questioned, dapping them both up.

“Titan just burnt that nigga for a sixty-yard touchdown,” Mase answered, pointing toward the replay.

I looked at the screen and laughed as Titan blew past the cornerback, caught the ball in stride, and took that bitch straight to the end zone.

“Man, they need to quit putting these sorry-ass corners on that nigga,” I remarked, dropping into a chair.

“Shit, don’t matter who they put on him. Ain’t nobody in the league fucking with that nigga,” Joni replied, taking a pull from his blunt.

“Facts,” I agreed, pouring myself some cognac before settling into a chair.

We watched the replay of Titan’s touchdown. The Cannons were up twenty-one to fourteen, and that nigga already had two touchdowns.

“Titan putting up some crazy numbers this season,” Mase remarked, reaching for his drink.

“Shit, and he ain’t slowing down,” Joni replied.

We watched the rest of the drive before the game went to commercial.

“Where nephew at?” I questioned.

“Upstairs on that gah damn phone with Kayla,” Joni answered.

“I know he enjoying that damn car,” I remarked.

“Every time I turn around, he got somewhere to go,” Joni replied. “Long as he handling his business, though, I’ain tripping.”

“Bruh, you picked up the ring?” Joni questioned quietly while Mase was out of the den.

“Yeah, Thursday. Shit came out nice as fuck,” I answered.

“When you asking her?”

“I’on know yet. I’ve carrying this muthafucka around waiting on the right time,” I admitted.