Page 5 of Hired By My Rich Baby Daddy 2

"Let me holla at you for a second, Unc," I said, walking over to him while King hopped down and ran off toward the living room to find his tablet.

Unc wiped his hands on the towel hanging off his shoulder and gave me his full attention. "What's up, nephew?"

"I just wanna make sure King got everything he needs while I'm gone."

"Boy, I already got the fridge full. Got his little pouches, his fruit, all the stuff he like. Don't worry about that."

"And if something happens and y'all can't reach me, you got Simone and Gin's number too, right?"

He laughed, shaking his head at me.

"Ozyris. I practically raised you and your brother. I think I know what I'm doing." He reached over and patted me on the shoulder.

I couldn't help but laugh with him. "Yeah. You right."

No cap, at times, it was hard to even look at Unc. He looked so much like his brother, my pops, but he ain't lie. He did what he could, never even hesitated, so I was sure King would be more than okay.

It wasn't that I didn't trust him. It was just that every time I left, I felt bad.

"I appreciate you, Unc, more than you'll ever know."

"Lil' nigga, you getting soft on me?" he teased, punching me in the chest playfully.

"Man, hell nah. You know what the fuck going on." I kidded, and Ginger gave me a look.

"Uh… language!" she corrected me again, same as she had in the bedroom.

"My bad, baby. Damn," I said, and she looked like she was about to huff and puff and blow a bunch of fucking houses down.

I laughed and walked into the living room, where King was sitting on the couch, locked into some game on his tablet.

"Come here, man," I said, and he looked up and grinned before hopping off the couch and running toward me. I scooped him up and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek.

He immediately wiped it off with the back of his hand, scrunching his face up. "Ewww."

"Man, don't wipe off my kiss like that." I laughed and set him back down on his feet. "I'm leaving for my birthday trip with Auntie Ginger, remember?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "You gonna miss me?"

"Course I'm gonna miss you, King."

"I'll miss you too. I always miss you when you're gone for a long time." He paused, and then he asked it, quiet, like he wasn't sure if he should. "Are you sure you're coming back?"

That damn near broke me right there in the middle of the living room. I felt my throat tighten up, and I had to blink a few times to keep it together. I looked over at Unc, who was standing nearby watching us, then back down at King.

"Yeah, man," I said, crouching down to his level. "I'ma always come back for you. Every time."

I held my hand out, and we did our little handshake, the one we made up together, ending with me rubbing the top of his head.

"Catch you later. Love you," I told him.

"Love you too, Uncle Ozy."

I stood up and had to take a second because a nigga wasn't trying to cry.

Luckily, Opal walked in from the hallway right on time, dressed sharp as always, her silver hair pinned up neat.

"Good morning, Mr. Love. Happy birthday." She wrapped me in a hug and pressed a kiss to my cheek, and it felt like getting a hug from somebody's grandmother, but I never minded it.