Page 2 of I Found Love

“You gon’ tell my mama?”

I nodded again. “Go get her.”

He ran in the house calling for his mother who surfaced seconds later with her nigga right behind her. I didn’t blame bruh because if it was the other way around, Kenya wouldn’t have come to the door at all. I would have come to see what the fuck the nigga needed myself.

I dapped him up when they stepped out on the porch and just nodded at Brea.

“What’s up, Chez? What’s Bryson been begging for now?”

“Not shit.” I laughed because they knew their son. “I wanted him to be in my new video. We shootin’ in front of Big Ma’s crib in two days. I’m gon’ handle his wardrobe and shit and throw them some bread for lookin’ out. Just wanted to check with y’all first to make sure it was straight.”

“You know you don’t even have to ask, Chez.” Brea laughed. “He would hate us if we didn’t let him.”

“Facts.” His pops laughed. “As a man, I have to say I appreciate you lookin’ out for him and his friends. I work twelves almost seven days a week, so I miss a lot, but you show up and he loves that shit and I appreciate it.”

I was a busy nigga. My business was growing and a nigga had a family now, but I still wanted to be present and show up for them. I couldn’t always mix and mingle with the crowd for safety reasons, but I was there and they knew it.

“Ain’t shit. I appreciate y’all for lettin’ a nigga come around and shit. They give me something to do in my rare down moments,” I replied. “I wanna give something to Bryson before I go holla at Trey and Shaun’s mom’s. Tell him to come to my car.”

They nodded and I dapped Bryson’s dad up again before heading back to my ride and waiting for him. He surfaced a few minutes later, running down on me asking was I about to give him some bread and shit.

“Naw, G, you gon’ get paid in a couple of days.” I laughed. “I wanted to give you this.”

I handed him the box with the small Gucci shades and badge on top of it and he frowned hard.

“What’s this?” He examined the badge. “I ain’t no fuckin’ police.”

“G, what I tell you about ya mouth?” I snatched his lil’ ass up. “You know I ain’t with that and neither is your parents.”

“But you askin’ me to be twelve knowin’ we don’t fu—mess with them,” he caught himself.

“Naw, Iain’taskin’ you to be twelve, G.” I laughed. “Me and Kenya gettin’ married soon, and she wants you and the other two to be ring security.”

Three months ago, Kenya and I were just chillin’ at the crib. She was playing with our daughter while I chilled on the couch and shit, when I got inspired to pop the question. I’d bought the ring and had a conversation with her pops weeks before that, but I didn’t know how and when I was going to do the shit.

I’d talked to her sisters and Sam, trying to come up with the perfect way and time to do the shit, but I couldn’t settle on shit. The moment when it was just the three of us in our element felt perfect. She thought I was joking at first, but when she turned around with Nai in her arms and saw me on one knee with the ring her asssawhow serious I was. We agreed to wait until the timing was right forusand that was our moment.

“Told you Yaya was feelin’ me.” He smirked.

“Yeah, aight.” I chuckled and released him. “You know I don’t play about my girl, so tread lightly my guy.”

“You jealous, bro.”

“Man, watch out.” I lifted the door to my Lambo and slid inside, hitting the button to bring my car to life. “I’m gon’ push up on Trey and Shaun. I’ll see y’all Saturday. Tell ya moms my assistant will reach out with the details for the wedding soon.”

After I left his crib I went to see the other two boys and their mothers who both were more than happy to let the boys shoot with me Saturday. I also gave them both the same badge that I gave to Bryson. They were equally as excited about the shit and De’Shaun was emotional per usual. I was close as shit to Bryson because he was the one that lived next door to me for years, but I had a soft spot for Shaun because he had it the roughest.

Once I finished up with them, I called Jionne to give her their info and get the shit we would need for them before I headedhome. I had been missing my girl and kid all fuckin’ day, so I was turning it in for the night so that I could go see them.

The smell of food hit my nose as soon as I walked in the crib and my baby’s babbling filled my ears. I followed her voice and the sweet aroma to the kitchen where I found Nairobi in her highchair watching her mother and grinning as she sang along toYou’re Everything, a single that my new artist, Grey had just released.

I stood back watching them and smiling before I made my presence known. “You should let me sign you with them vocals.”

They both looked my way and smiled bigger, melting my heart immediately. This is what a nigga looked forward to every day. This was my daily motivation.

Their smiles.

Their happiness.

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