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“For what? Somebody must have pissed you off?”

Zon cut his eyes at Blue. “Yes.”

“You beat his ass?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Daddy proud of you.”

“He called you little, and I beat him up again.”

Blue could hear Azayna’s laughter in the background as Egypt’s voice went up an octave.

“That nigga said what?”

“Yep, and he told me he gon’ give me a black eye,” Zon nodded his head and looked at Blue, satisfied that he’d told his father. “Daddy, you wanna see this nigga?”

“Hell yeah, let me see his bitch ass.”

“No, Zon!” Azayna yelled, still laughing.

Unafraid of anything, Zon marched right over to Blue and held up his iPad to Blue’s face. As soon as Blue seen Egypt and Azayna’s face on the screen, his smile grew.

“I choked his little ass out too. What you gon’ do about it?” he taunted, making Azayna giggle harder.

“Leave my baby alone, Blue.”

“Fuck him up again, Zon. That nigga ain’t talking about shit.”

Blue snatched Zon’s iPad from him, gaining a kick to the shin immediately after. “Aye, y’all need to whoop this baby. He’s bad as fuck. Cussing and hitting grown folks like he won’t get his ass beat,” Blue spoke that part closer to Zon’s ear, having to duck to dodge the punch Zon threw.

Azayna and, surprisingly, Egypt was both laughing as they watched Blue interact with Zon.

“Blue, leave my child alone. He likes to fight.”

“You better tell him to leave me alone before I take my belt off. I’ll whoop his lil’ ass.”

“My lil’ nigga certified.”

“Yeah, he is. Lil’ punk ass,” Blue pushed him again. “Get this iPad before I break it,” he tossed it back to Zon.

“I don’t like him,” he tried to whisper.

“So, nigga. I don’t like your lil’ baby ass either.”

“He’s grown, Zon. You have to be nice to him. Can you do that for Mommy?”

He nodded, somewhat softening to his mother.

“Just let him live today, blood. He’s your Papa homie.”

“Like Uncle BB?”

“Yeah, just like Uncle BB is daddy homie.”

Zon looked at Blue once more before looking back at his iPad.

“Okay. Mommy, I’m hungry.”