Take care of our girl. Tell her I love her.
Tulla.
“Wait, so she’s really gone?”
“Her husband brought Tiara by when Tulla didn’t pick her up from school. She’s being indicted on all kinds of shit.”
“So, she ran?”
“Looks like it.”
“Does Tiara know?” Inari questioned.
“Yeah, we talked about it. She’s sad. I mean, at the end of the day, no matter what I think about Tulla?—”
“She’s still her mother,” Inari finished for him. “That poor baby.”
“But we got her, right?” Moose checked with her, stuffing everything back into the envelope and leaving it on the counter.
“Of course.” Inari stepped closer and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Moose did the same and yanked her closer, sealing the space between them. He couldn’t tell no other man what to do, but having a woman like Jane Blackmoor in his life had versed Moose long ago on what the strength of a woman really looked like. It wasn’t the bitch always wanting you to break bread and spend money but not bringing shit to the table or trying to flip it. It came in the form of a woman who was busy, usually had her own motion, and wanted a partner. Inari fit that bill. She was everything and more.
“Just tell me what I need to do. I’ll make Dane step up too. He’s got a car, so he can do drop-offs and pick-ups. She’s going to be just fine.”
“That’s why I fuck witchu.” Dipping his head low, Moose kissed her glossy lips, and Inari moaned into his mouth when their tongues met in slow swipes. “Can you do me a favor, though? I texted Bee, since she’s keeping all the kids anyway. Can you drop her off over there? I got one more client, and it might take the rest of my day, at least up until it’s time to hit Ayla’s event.”
“Yeah. I was going home to pack a bag so I could come spend the night at your place tonight anyway. You need me to grab your suit when I drop my stuff off?”
“Fa sho. Good looking out. I’ll meet you at the studio.”
“Okay.” Inari gave him one last soft peck and nudged away. “Titi, get your stuff so we can go, baby.”
Moments later, she rushed to the front with her back pack slung over both shoulders, and her thick curls blowing behind her. Inari grabbed her things from Moose’s suite and threw an arm around Tiara when she returned. The two walked toward the door together, and Tiara stopped.
“See you later, Daddy.” She waved to him and Moose’s heart damn near beat out of his chest.
He straightened up behind the counter, and Inari caught the flicker in his eye. Watching his chest swell with pride and his eyes fill with tears he couldn’t hide, she grinned.
“Yeah, see you later, daddy.” With a wink and her sexy smile, she held the door open so they could leave.
Moose stood there watching them get in Inari’s car through the window before pulling off. Hearing that took him higher than any drug ever could.
Mozzi admired his wife, curled up sleeping in bed in nothing but her nursing shirt and some tight ass boy shorts hugging her plump ass. Iara lay content in her arms against her chest, gnawing on her tiny fist and making the cutest little baby noises when Mozzi stepped into the room. His anger from her not answering the phone subsided the minute he laid eyes on them. He peeled his leather racer jacket off and tossed it onto a nearby chair before he went to wash his hands. Pressing his nose into her neck, he inhaled that baby smell of powder and lotion. The faint aroma of her mama’s milk on her breath got him every time.
“How’s my pretty girl?” he cooed, stroking her back.
Coast was on some real childish shit since he mentioned hiring somebody to clean their house. He was joking, but she was tight about the comment, so she’d been giving him hell. One minute she was cool, and the next, she was telling him to get another bitch to do some shit. He loved his wife to death, but she was crazy as hell. Rocking Rara in his arms, he talked to her gently while pacing the room. On the edge of a desk in the corner, he spotted something that drew his footsteps in that direction.
There were several black and white still photos she had taken of Iara while she was sleeping. One even at an angle she had taken while breastfeeding since she had her titty in her mouth. His baby girl looked so cozy with her thick curls all wild over her head. Beside the photos were also some sketches of cartoon images of Rara in her onesie with a binkie in her mouth. Coast had some serious skills.
“Looks like your mama been keeping busy.”
“Where the hell you been?” Coast demanded, eyes still closed as she stirred in bed.
“Had to meet up with Elyse and Kong to handle some shit.”
“Feel free to put your daughter to sleep so I can take a shower and have my coffee in peace.” She shuffled to the other side of the bed and climbed out.
