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Manny

Appreciate it @Bronco - may need a hand guarding the cake table

Tag

There better be cake for us

Bandit

What are you gonna do, gatecrash?

Tag

If I have to

Manny

I’ll set Luna onto you @Tag and nobody wants that on their hands

Tag

Not scared of my ol’ lady

Ryder

Manny

Harlem

Yeah, right

Rock

What did I miss?

Manny

@Rock scroll back, there’s a lot to unpack

I click out, chuckling to myself as Crystal walks in the door. She’s carrying a shitload of boxes, so much so, she can’t see over the top. I jog over to relieve her of some of the load.

“Thanks, Bronc, I was trying to not make a second trip.”

“No problem. Where do you want ’em?” I fall in step beside her and she dumps her load on the pool table.

“These are the rest of the decorations, and the tables and chairs are coming later this afternoon.”

“Goin’ all out, kids won’t know what hit ’em. We were all just in the group chat. Harlem gave us the rundown on the activities,” I chuckle.

She smiles. Crystal is a cool chick, and she’s always running around doing something. Even now Ade has started pre-school, she’s here, there and everywhere, and shows no signs of slowing down.

“Oh, Daddy Harlem is a crowd favorite. He even offered to dress up as one of the kids’ favorite characters when they weren’t available. I swear that man is worth his weight in gold,” she muses.

“Daddy Harlem.” I shake my head. “He’s never gonna live that down.”

“Tell me about it.” She gives me a look. “Speaking of which, a birdie told me you have a hot date Saturday night?”

I sigh. “Good news travels fast.”

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