“Why you can’t look at me then?”
“What you want me to say?” Coast whipped her head in his direction, eyes ready to fill with tears. “This woman that I don’t even know, and who clearly thinks very little of me, is trying to demand access to my fucking child! How you think I feel?”
“That’s why I’m asking. You bottling all that shit up ain’t good for you.”
“What else am I supposed to do?”
“Tell me how you feel, so we can figure this shit out together,” Mozzi countered. “You should already know how I’m coming behind you and our daughter.”
Coast softened. Every time he called Iara theirs it warmed her heart, but she couldn’t help the fear it put in her when she thought about Shalice trying to turn her baby against her. She knew that Iara was only four months old, so that was pretty much impossible right now, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t attempt to do so in the future. Sipes was poison, and she got bad vibes from his sister too. Enough to know that she couldn’t trust her around her child.
She trusted her husband to do exactly what he said, because he’d never let her down. It was herself she couldn’t quite get a grip on. She’d been overly anxious and stressed for weeks now, and it only seemed to grow worse. Since the day they got that subpoena, she’d been dreading this day in court. Now that it was gone, she had something new to worry about.
“I know.” She finally forced a smile on her face as Mozzi pulled up to their home and parked.
“Me and Kong heading up to Premier to get Moose today. You gon’ be good, or you need me to stay?” he asked,leaning against the middle console and studying her pretty but perplexed face.
“I’m good. Go get your brother. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you. Besides, Inari was supposed to be coming by to chill for a bit. “
With Ayla gone, Inari hadn’t been the same. After the funeral, and still not being able to locate that bitch, Mira, she had to try and distract herself with something. She adored Iara and spending time with her, which Coast was grateful for. When Mozzi wasn’t around, she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t sometimes feel overwhelmed with their baby girl, like she had no clue what to do with her.
“Aight. You want me to bring dinner back?”
“I would love a lobster, some of those garlic mashed potatoes, and asparagus from Ocean Prime,” Coast requested.
“I got you.” Mozzi sloped forward to kiss her soft lips.
Moaning against his mouth, Coast eased her tongue inside so the two could properly say goodbye to one another. With his hand on the back of her neck, he brought her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her. Coast straddled him, middle growing wet as his dick sprouted to the occasion beneath her. He knew how to get her in the mood with little effort by being his usual supportive self.
“You take really good care of us.” Coast pulled back and searched his electrifying eyes, which were always filled with so much admiration for her, no matter how she looked.
“Just doing my job. You and that little girl back there own my entire heart.” With one last soft peck, the two parted ways and got out of the car.
Mozzi grabbed Iara’s car seat off the base so he could carry her inside while Coast picked up her purse and the diaper bag to trail him up the steps. Once they were settled in the living room,he kissed his daughter on her cheek, which caused her to stir and look up at him.
“Call me if you need me.” It wasn’t just a statement, it was assurance.
He made sure to always be readily available to Coast. He didn’t want her to ever question where he stood as her husband.
“I will. Tell Moose I said hi.”
He slapped her ass and bit into his bottom lip before backtracking to the front door. The minute Iara heard the door close and didn’t see Mozzi anymore, she looked at Coast, and her little lip quivered.
“Don’t start that,” Coast chastised.
The attachment between those two was so real. No one would ever guess that Mozzi wasn’t her biological father the way he loved on her and vice versa. When he stepped into a room, she lit up. If he left, like now, she automatically knew and would pitch a fit. Coast watched her little lips part as her fists balled at her side, and she let out a high-pitched wail.
Shaking her head, she kicked off her shoes and leaned forward to unlatch and free her child from her seat. She whimpered a little, but the minute she was close enough to sniff out the breast milk, she lunged for Coast’s chest.
“Greedy little girl.” She unbuttoned her shirt and removed the latch to her nursing bra so she could whip out her very full breast and pop it in her daughter’s mouth.
Coast zoned out thinking about court, Shalice, and watching her baby girl feed hungrily from her. It was all so much to process. How could she let that woman around her child? She didn’t know her. As far as Coast was concerned, she didn’t deserve to either. Sipes was nothing more than a sperm donor in the equation. She didn’t want to share her child with a woman who would more than likely speak ill of Coast and Mozzi when they weren’t around. She’d zoned out, watching Iara shut hereyes and eat peacefully until she started to slip back into a doze. This was nothing new. She didn’t even like fooling with the bottle too much, especially if Coast was nearby. She’d fall asleep with her nipple partially in her mouth and snoring like a bear cub.
“Hello! Coast, are you there!” The banging on the front door and Inari’s voice on the other side stirred Coast from her thoughts.
Cradling her baby girl in her arms, she shuffled over to the door to let her inside. It was no surprise that she came bearing gifts. Every time she dropped by, she was showering Iara and Coast with something. Smiling and rocking on her feet, Inari rushed past her into the foyer.
“Inari, at this point you’re going to have her closet filled before she’s even able to wear any of this stuff.”
