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“Hey, baby.”

I place the water on the table next to her. Leaning in, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

“What are you reading? You better not have lost my page.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “War About You” by Nek Mills. The main female character beats niggas.”

I laughed. “Shar and Mia would love that then.”

I eased into the hammock behind her, making sure I was careful not to land us on the floor. She closed the kindle and turned to face me. Wrapping her arms around my waist, she rested her head against my chest.

“How’s your mental, my love?” I asked, stroking her back

“A five. I don’t want to fight with my son, Stanley.”

“I know. We’re gonna figure this shit out when they get back. If I have to go upside his head, I will.”

“No, Senior. I don’t want things to get physical. Just like I would never allow Deuce to put his hands on you, I don’t want you putting your hands on him, unwarranted. You’re my man, but that’s my baby.”

I grinned. “I’m your what?”

She rolled her eyes and playfully slapped my chest. “I said you’re my man.”

“I heard you. I just love to hear you say it. I promise, I won’t touch our baby without justification.

“Good. Because I will act like my daughter in law and you won’t get none.”

“You lying to your damn self, but I’ll let you think that. Everything’s gonna work out. I promise.”

“You can’t promise that, Senior.”

“Has Big Daddy ever lied to you?”

She rolled her eyes. “Stanley, please.”

I slapped her ass and pulled her closer into me. “Answer the question.”

She kissed her teeth. “No. You’ve never lied to me.”

“Okay then. Gimme some suga.”

She tilted her head up and kissed me. It started off innocent, but quickly migrated into something sensual. I pulled her leg over my waist and palmed her ass before giving it a hard slap. She moaned softly into my mouth.

“Stanley,” she whined. “That hurt.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” I said, massaging the sting away.

“Not y’all out here being grown! Y’all didn’t learn the first time?”

We both sighed as we looked up to see Shar and Salima standing in the doorway with grins on their faces.

“Why are y’all here?” Stephanie asked.

“The kids wanted their Pop Pop to ride with them to Grams’ house,” Salima said.

“No lie, I just wanted to be nosy,” Shar admitted. “My husband told me to get the tea while he’s gone.”

Steph rolled her eyes. “I can’t stand y’all.”