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“It’s so good to be back. I love you, Nana.”

“I love you most, my precious Piper.” She kissed my forehead and held me back.

“Everything good in here? You ain’t choke my wife out did you, Nana?” Khalil asked, poking his head inside.

“Boy, hush. I would never.”

He laughed and came all the way inside, then stood in front of me. “I told you, you would be a’ight. If it ain’t one thing I didn’t know, I knew you were my nana’s girl.”

“I was a little funky with her for a minute.”

I beamed and kissed her cheek.

“I hate to break up this little kumbaya moment, but my soldiers got the AR’s locked, loaded, and ready to shoot a club up,” he said, making a gun gesture with his fingers.

“Khalil!” I yelled, reaching up to pop him on his head, but he was too tall, so it landed on his neck.

He laughed and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “Night, Nana!” he yelled over his shoulder and rushed me up to our suite.

Since being back with him, I was getting way more sex than I could stand.

But I wasn’t complaining at all.

One Year Later

“Say go, KJ. That’s my KJ. Go KJ. That’s my KJ,” I rapped along to the Wayne song playing on the Bluetooth, bouncing my baby boy in my arms. I had a moment of déjà vu and chuckled to myself, remembering I used to sing to Kiy in my living room when she was a baby.

Having my junior only added to the pure happiness I had been experiencing since Piper and I got back together.

It didn’t take long for me to manifest my boy. I had finessed my way in Piper’s pussy since we started back having sex over a year ago.

When we returned from Jamaica, Piper got extremely sick. She swore up and down that she had caught a virus or something, but I knew the truth.

My boy had touched down in egg land.

When we went to the doctor and confirmed that she was indeed pregnant, I threw a big celebration with all of our family and friends. Since Piper didn’t want to be pregnant walking down the aisle, we hurried and set shit in motion for us to have her dream wedding. We hired a wedding planner by the name of Pasha Hill from Perfect Destiny, and she and her team did their big one with making everything flow nice and smooth.

Not gon’ lie; a nigga cried thug tears seeing how beautiful she looked walking down the aisle to me. It was what I always envisioned, and our vow renewal was the new beginning to our happily ever after.

Of course, motherfuckas thought I was playing about them trying to fuck up my love life or fuck with me period, so I had no choice but to make examples out of them.

I was convinced Anais surely had some chromosomes and brain cells missing when she tried to sue me for defamation of character and assault with a deadly weapon. She tried to show footage of me entering her home with Piper and pulling my gun, but I had been to Anais’s house too many times. I knew where the cameras were and how to avoid them shits.

Sad to say, she didn’t win that case and was now working at Hilton’s Farm, shoveling cow shit like I said she would—courtesy of my PR manager’s father, Mr. Greg Hilton.

Her weak-ass daddy moved to Arizona to become a chairman on the board of the Arizona Wranglers, but he got demoted to assistant coach, so he couldn’t fund his daughter’s lifestyle like he used to anymore.

Shame.

It turned out that Lamar was the one to convince Anais to sue me, so my pops and I bought the bank he worked in, fired his bum ass, and got him blackballed from working at any other bank ever again.

He now worked at Chicken Shack.

After getting rid of all the toxins in our lives, we were able to finally be at peace and enjoy our time and family. We didn’t win the championship this year, but I didn’t care.

I had won something worth much more than any championship I’d accomplished.

Seven rings, MVP, a loving family, healthy kids, and a beautiful, big-booty, big-tittied, successful-ass wife.