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Bleu pressed her nose to Mia’s cheek, her version of a kiss.

“My sweet girl.”

“Bleu baby, we have to give Mommy her gift,” I said, scratching her back.

Mia stood tall and looked over at me. “You got me something?”

“Why wouldn’t I get you something, mamas? Get dressed so you can see it.”

She squealed and ran into the closet to find something to wear. I went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Since the party wasn’t starting for another couple of hours, there was no need to put my good shit on. By the time I was dressed, Mia was coming from the closet dressed in a pair of leggings, hoodie, and those damn Uggs she loved so much.

She damn near pushed past me to go downstairs. I shook my head. I had her gift delivered early this morning.

“Where is it?” she asked, searching the downstairs area.

“Come here.”

She huffed and walked over to me. I covered her eyes and opened the front door. Carefully, I led her down the front steps. Once we hit the bottom, she started squirming.

“Hurry up!”

“Don’t rush me, woman. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Titan Ahmad.”

I chuckled. “On the count of three. One. Two. Two and a half. Two and three-quarters⁠—”

“Titan!”

I grinned. “Three.”

I removed my hands. She opened her eyes and squealed.

“No you didn’t!”

She screamed as she ran to the blacked-out Bronco sitting in the front yard. I’d ordered this months ago for customization. The interior was pink and black and her name was stitched into the headrest. I had that bitch sitting on some nice ass black twenty-six-inch rims. It was very much my wife. She hopped her pretty ass in the driver’s seat and cranked it up, revving the engine.

I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door. “You like it?” I asked.

“I love it!”

She finally looked in the back seat to see the plethora of gifts. I’d been hiding them at my loft in the city because her ass would have found them here. There were items from all her favorite designers. Everything from clothes to shoes to jewelry and accessories was back there.

“Baby,” she said, poking out her lip. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“You deserve nothing but happiness today and always, mamas. Not just material things, but love and joy that they can’t bring. You deserve security, protection, and to be provided for, no questions asked. I’m gonna make sure you always have that.”

She smiled and cupped my face. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” I pecked her lips. “Wanna take her for a spin?”

“Hell yeah!”

I laughed as I closed the door. She put the car in reverse and backed out of the yard. The smile on her face made me feel good. If I had anything to do with it, it would always be there.

The party was underway and my wife was lit, even without any drinks in her system.

She was out on the dance floor with her girls and the kids fucking it up to the Cupid Shuffle. I was sitting with the guys on the heated patio, watching the babies. It was crazy that there were three of these little muthafuckas chilling in their strollers sleeping soundly. Neha had given birth to Semaj Michael Dillinger a month ago. The only person still pregnant was Romi, but she wasn’t too far behind.