She laughed cutely, and Moose thought it was the sweetest sound.
“Make sure you save some of that energy. Kara is expecting a shopping spree the next time you see her since you missed her birthday,” Kong noted.
“I already know. I’m flying her to LA. We doing it big!” Moose lowered Rara in front of him, and she clung to his chest. “Damn a dumbbell, I’m just gon’ slide over here when I need a good arm day.”
“Fuck you.” Mozzi snatched Iara into his arms. “She supposed to be fat. Who the hell want a skinny, sickly looking ass baby?” Although Mozzi was holding her, Iara dipped in his arms and held both of hers out for Coast.
She wasn’t interested in mommy and me time; her eyes were strictly on her full breasts.
“Kong taking me home so I can check on Elan. My boy been good?”
“Now that’s a big muhfucka.” Mozzi’s brows pinched together. “He straight, though. I seen him the other day, but I been having Prime feed him and walk him. I also went through your spot to make sure you ain’t have no party favors other than weed in that muhfucka.” Mozzi let Coast scoop Iara from his arms before she started having a full-blown fit.
He dug into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out Moose’s pinky ring. His brother bit into his bottom lip, contemplative as he balled his fist in one hand and palmed it with the other.
“Found this in your car, though. You want it back?”
“Nah. Toss that muhfucka.” He pinched the tip of his nose.
“Proud of you.” Kong tossed his arms over his shoulders and gave one a squeeze.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get the fuck out of here. A nigga ready to get back to the money. I been missing out on all kinds of clients being locked up in that place. Some of ’em was willing to wait, but I need to make sure my shop good too.”
“Oh, I made sure Trini was on her shit. She need to take her ass to rehab next, though.”
“I appreciate y’all holding shit down for me,” Moose acknowledged.
“Come on.” Kong nodded for the door.
“Bye.” Coast waved after them, and Iara pulled at her shirt.
Sighing, she shook her head before unlatching her nursing bra like the pro she’d turned into and whipping out her breast. Mozzi always got both turned on and admiring in moments like this. Coast was never finer than when she was in mommy mode, but he could tell it was starting to get to her.
“You want to go out and grab something to eat?” he checked with her, even though he’d brought her exactly what she requested earlier.
He had no doubt she’d smash that too when the time was right. Coast ate like a grown ass man.
“Now?” Coast played with Iara’s hand as she suckled from her nipple.
“Yeah. Just to get some air. You always sitting in here. Taking care of me, making sure Rara straight.” Mozzi’s tongue swiped across his lips, and Coast batted her mocha brown eyes.
She didn’t necessarily feel the most attractive after having her daughter, but she was bouncing back, and breastfeeding was helping. Mozzi loved every change in her body, including the stretch marks. He would kiss all over her if she let him.
“I’m fine, Moses.”
“Baby, you fine as a muhfucka. No lies there.” He stroked some of her thick curls. “I’m just looking out for you. A nigga got a taste for some of them nachos over at El Reyes. You know you love they tacos too.”
Even though she had eaten already, she and Inari got kind of toasted, and tacos did sound good. Rolling her eyes, she glanced at him before peering down at Iara with one hand cupping Coast’s breast as she played with a loose curl from her ponytail.
“Okay. Maybe just for a little while.”
Coast finished feeding her daughter, and Mozzi let her go get fresh before the three of them loaded up in his car for a family outing. His wife’s mental health meant more to him than she knew, and he was going to do everything he could to protect it.
CHAPTER SIX
HARD TRUTH
Audiemar moved the dinner Phoebe prepared around on his plate. She always thought he was one of the most handsome, youthful looking men in Ree Heights. Suave, debonair, with a little gangster to him. Most people were intimidated by the tattoos on his hands, and although aged, she found them both sexy and intriguing. She enjoyed the roughness of them when he wrapped his hand around her neck or gripped her waist when he was busting her open from the back. The man had no problem laying the pipe at his age.
