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“Really, Ma? This nigga literally just said ass and you ain’t say nothing.”

“You let me worry ’bout that,” she fussed. “And you watch your mouth too, Jackson.” She popped him on the back of his head.

“Man, I’m ’bout to go home wit’ my girl. This nigga come home and y’all tryna gang up on me.” Stacks frowned.

“Good luck with that. They ’bout to go shopping and shi-stuff,” Buck corrected before Mama could check him.

“How you know that?”

“This nigga.” Buck pointed at me.

“How you know that?” Stacks interrogated me.

“Apparently I talk to my girl, unlike you niggas.” I smirked because I knew that would get a rise out of them.

It felt good spending time with my family. The girls even joined us after their outing. I’ve seen Buck in a relationship before, but it was refreshing to see him give the shit another try, and be a father. He was bat shit crazy, but he handled being somebody’s husband and father effortlessly. Seeing Stacks in a relationship was odd to see at first, especially with his girl beingolder than me. It didn’t show though, so she was good in my book. I dreamed about days like this with my family and now it was finally my reality. I was gone revel in the moment because as soon as the dust settled I had some shit to do.

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Chapter Twenty

Stacks

It was the actual day of my birthday and the day of my party. I woke up feeling like that nigga because my girl woke me up to some birthday head before dropping that pussy in my lap. I didn’t even want to move, but I needed to get up and wash my ass. I let her do her thing before I went in there because she insisted on cooking me breakfast and didn’t want me to be the reason she didn’t get it done.

I finally finished my hygiene, and dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I picked up my phone and replied to the birthday texts before heading downstairs. When I made it to the kitchen, I smiled at the sight of the black two and five balloons with gift bags lined on the table.

“Happy Birthday, baby.” Kasha greeted me with a kiss that I deepened, forgetting Jace was present.

“Man, I’on wanna see all that.” He frowned.

“Sound like you hatin’ lil’ nigga.” I pulled him into a hug before taking a seat at the table. “Damn, all this for me?” I asked looking at the gifts lined on the table.

“Yeah. You’re the only one with a birthday today,” Jace’s bad ass said.

“You need to stay from ’round Buck’s ignorant ass.”

“Here.” Kasha pushed a box toward me. Glancing at her, I couldn’t help but admire her. My girl was bad as fuck. I opened the first box, and it was a Richard Mille watch.

“Damn,” I mumbled.

“You like it?” she asked.

“Hell yeah, I like it.” I went to open the other one, and it was an iced out tennis link chain and matching bracelet. “Oh, you showing out, huh?” I smiled.

“I’m glad you like it.”

I pulled her into my lap. “I’m gone show you just how much when we get back upstairs.” She blushed.

“Here. Open mine.” Jace passed me a box and a card.

I opened the box first, and it was a brand new pair of motorcycle gloves.

“How did you know I needed a new pair? My old ones damn sure ’bout outta here. ’Preciate you lil’ homie.” I stuck my hand out for him to dap.

Placing the gloves down, I opened the card, and my heart stopped because the front said, ‘I’m the luckiest kid to have a dad like you’. I snapped my eyes to his, then Kasha’s, before reading the card. It was empty, but he’d written a note on the inside.

Stacks, I know that you’re young, but I still feel like you’re my dad. You ask me about my day. You let me come and talk to you about anything. You play the gamewith me, and you make sure me and my mama straight. Like real men supposed to do. I know it’s your birthday, but the best gift would be if I can call you Dad.

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