“I’m going to put her to bed.” Coast bypassed her man and used her foot to nudge him.
His drunk ass slipped, making a splash on Inari and Moose when he hit the water. Coast continued to stroll along like she hadn’t done shit, and everyone else laughed.
“Payback is a bitch, wife!” Mozzi swiped his hand down his face to get rid of the excess water as he swam to the edge of the pool.
“That’s for even suggesting another bitch come in my house and clean a damn thing!” she yelled at him on her way inside.
“Ohh, you in trouble, Uncle!” Kara called from her position under Audiemar.
“We heading out,” Kong announced. “Kyro, Kara, get your stuff so we can go.”
“Okay! We having a sleepover at Ayla’s again!” Kara quickly scooted away from her grandpa, and Kyro was right behind her, racing inside.
Ayla paused long enough to kneel and kiss Audiemar on the cheek. His eyes lit up in surprise when she pulled back and smiled at him.
“Thank you for everything. I hope you have a good night,” she told him, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze.
He returned both gestures as Desiree sailed outside with a joint burning in her hand.
“The hell, Des? Where you get some weed?”
“Like I ain’t got the hook up?” Her face balled up, and she exhaled. “I got it from Moose’s stash.” She waved a hand in his direction.
“Just rude.” Moose shook his head. “Old ass shouldn’t be smoking anyway.”
“Ain’t nobody come at you like that when you was going around here snow blowing for months,” she accused, watching Moose’s face fall as Inari snickered into her hand.
“What’s snow blowing?” Tiara questioned.
“Something you won’t ever know nothing about if I can help it,” Audiemar told her.
“We gone.” Kong grabbed Ayla’s hand and pulled her toward the door.
“I’ve arranged brunch tomorrow. I expect everyone here around noon. I loved seeing you all here today, but these old dogs are tired, and I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight!” Everyone called to her as she swirled around and sauntered behind Kong and Ayla.
“Pop, you need to check your mama.” Moose shook his head. “Who she think she is?”
“Please, Des is, has, and always will be that girl,” Inari declared.
“And you better know it!” their grandmother shouted through the open sliding doors from the kitchen.
Moose swung his head toward Inari, and she tipped hers to the side and pushed her lips out as if to say, ‘See what I mean?’
“Moose, race me in the pool,” Mozzi challenged, still swimming near the edge where he and Inari were seated.
“Nigga, no. I’m high as hell.”
“So was Michael Phelps.” Mozzi sniggered. “Come on. A band says I can beat you to the other side.”
“A band?” Dane spoke up. “Yo, sign me up!”
“You ain’t got it,” Inari quipped.
“Ma, I got the stamina, though.”
“And what you gon’ do if you lose, Dane?”
