“Uncle Mozzi!” The little diva broke away from her father the minute Mozzi hopped out of Coast’s jeep and ran to him.
“What’s up, Kbug!” He scooped her up and rained kisses on her little chubby cheeks.
“You’re welcome for the ride!” Coast yelled at his inconsiderate ass.
He faced her with his niece in his muscular arms.
“Who dat? She pretty,” the handsome, brown skinned boy queried. “What’s your name?”
“Coast,” she replied.
“I’m Kyro. This my little sister, Kara,” he introduced them.
“It’s nice to meet you! Your uncle is rude, though!”
“Nanna Desiree say he just a little touched.” Kara ran her hand over Mozzi’s waves, and Coast fell into a fit of laughter.
“She told no lies!” Coast pulled off, and Mozzi watched after her for a minute until Kong came up to him with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
He had plans to get with her sometime today since she would be around. Although he usually handled everyone with a long-handled spoon, something about her made him want to keep her close. He was used to ionic bonds. Mostly surface level shit with females with strong sexual attraction. With Coast, it was more than that from the moment his eyes looked into hers. He saw the future, and that had never happened before. Things with her were covalent. Where every woman in his life usually rushed to please him, Coast immediately challenged him. He didn’t even care that she was pregnant.
“Leave that alone,” his brother advised.
“What you talking about?” Mozzi set Kara on the ground.
“Nigga, I see that look. Stick to what you know.” Kong slapped a hand against his chest as Ayla and the kids appeared at his side.
For the past week, she’d become practically a part of the family. The kids were still adjusting and damn sure had their moments since she’d been present, but Ayla was doing her best not to lose her patience. There were times she had to take a breath and decompress though. She already used some of the bonus he gave her to pay for culinary school stuff, so there was no turning back. When she told Inari she was done coming to her and asking for things like a child, she meant it.
“The fuck that supposed to mean?” Mozzi’s face balled up, and he glanced toward Ayla.
He was getting used to her being around, and she could whip her ass off in the kitchen, so he’d shown up a few times for her meals. She was real chill and lowkey, much like his brother, butafter watching a couple of her YouTube videos, he knew she had another side to her. She wasn’t his speed, and although she was kind of outside Kong’s usual age range, Mozzi could see how they fit together. She was the same age as him, but it was obvious she had the type of upbringing that made her grow up fast.
“It means she don’t look like your type.”
“The fuck is a type, Kong? I ain’t got no type,” Mozzi objected.
“You do. High maintenance, obsessive bitches whose only goal is to please you.” His brother listed as he slammed the door shut to his whip and steered them toward the basketball court.
Ayla struggled with the pans in her hands, so Kong slid his duffel to Mozzi and helped her with them without even speaking.
“Thank you,” she uttered, shyly bowing her head with a timid smile.
“Whatever.” Mozzi brushed him off as they crossed the grass to the crowded court. “Nigga sitting here talking to me about types and looking like a whole family with his ‘employee’,” Mozzi grumbled, shaking his head.
Kong kept walking but flipped him the bird as Mozzi scoped out who was already present. The baddies were everywhere, scantily dressed like they were at a pool party instead of a community event with children present. He wasn’t mad at the display of titties and ass everywhere, though. He’d seen enough not to be mesmerized by these hoes, which was why Kong’s comment about Coast not being his type rubbed him wrong.
“Well, looks like you stuck to the timeline.” Bee greeted Coast when she arrived, carrying the flowers Laci had provided.
“Yeah. Kind of got caught up talking to Inari.”
“Oh yeah? About what?” Bee prodded curiously.
“This and that. She suggested I go over to the college and look through their course catalogue. Maybe find something to do with myself.”
“Imagine that,” Bee teased. “I guess it takes a stranger to light a fire under you.” She took the vases of flowers and lined them up on the table beside different baskets.
Coast noticed they were all filled with different items, men’s cologne, tickets to football games, concerts, and other snacks and random things.
