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Tasha folded her arms across her chest. Priest had done pretty good at convincing her. "Priest, you're getting them adjusted to a lifestyle that they won't want to let go," she warned him.

Priest carelessly shrugged his shoulders. "They won't have to let it go," he asserted convincingly.

Now, Tasha was the one letting out a sigh of defeat. "Fine," she muttered as she playfully tossed Priest's arm off her shoulder.

Glad that she finally decided to move in, Priest clapped his hands. "Finally!" he groaned dramatically, causing Tasha to laugh.

"Don't get all excited. This is just temporary," she warned him.

"We get to stay here?!" King asked as he and Jaden rushed back toward Tasha and Priest.

Tasha looked down at them, a light smile on her face. "Yeah, only for a little while, though," she told them, causing them to cheer in excitement.

"I'm gonna reach for permanently," Priest winked at an overly excited Jaden and King.

In a jesting manner, Tasha side-eyed Priest as she shook her head. After the full walk-through of the condo, Tasha couldn't help but feel as though she had made the right decision. Thecondo was nicer, had more square footage, and was in a far better area than their last house. It looked like the properties she would gawk at in the magazines during her lunch break. Now Priest was making it happen for her, and she couldn't help but to be grateful.

"Thank you," she said as she turned to Priest.

Priest waved her off before pulling her into an embrace. "It's nothing, Tasha. You looked out for me when I was down to my last two dollars in my pocket. It's my turn to return the favor now."

Priest had really come from nothing, and Tasha had given him as much as she could when possible. She could recall the times when she would invite him to dinner, making her own plate scarce so she could feed him. She had a heart of gold, which she transferred to Jamari. She taught her kids the importance of generosity and acceptance, and for that, Priest felt obligated to keep his promise to her and her sons.

"You've made everyone proud," she praised him in a light voice. "Just be careful out there."

Priest nodded, letting her words resonate with him. She was still hurting. Priest's support made things a bit better, but the grieving pain of losing Jamari still ate at her. "No doubt, Tash. I got you for life," he assured her.

Eventually, Priest ended up taking Tasha and the boys back to their home in Harlem so she could begin the process of packing up their things. After dropping them off, Priest decided to stop by Remy's house across the street. His dark orbs surveyed the home, and Priest noticed a silver Jaguar parked in front of Remy's place.

Making it that far, Priest opted against turning back and leaving Remy with his company. Britain planned to check up on him anyway, so Priest thought it would be nice to save her the trip.

Bypassing Remy's gate, Priest proceeded toward the porch, his thick, bushy brows furrowed together as the door opened, only for Britain's mother, Seven, to be making her way out of the house.

She had her purse in hand and was fully dressed in her powder blue scrubs along with her Nike running shoes. Priest abruptly halted, standing before Seven with a smirk on his face as his arms folded across his chest. "Damnit!" Seven called out as she clenched her chest out of fear. She didn't expect Priest to be standing before her; however, she was grateful that it wasn't Britain.

"I scared you?" Priest asked.

Seven scoffed as she perched her hand on her hip. "Of course, you scared me, Priest," she stressed. "What are you even doing here?" Priest knew Seven wasn't necessarily giving him attitude. She was just panicked by the fact that he popped up out of thin air.

"I would think I'm the one who should be asking you that, but you're a grown woman and you do as you please," Priest replied nonchalantly as he shrugged his shoulders. "Have a nice day, Mrs. Jewel." He smiled to her lightly as he brushed past her to head up to the door.

Seven sighed deeply as she turned around to catch Priest's attention. "We were just having coffee. He's lonely in there." She pointed to the house where Remy spent most of his days. He didn't get out much, and it wasn't really an issue since he was fine with that.

Priest screwed up his face. "He's not lonely. That's just Remy. He's a loner."

"And you believe him when he says that?" Seven tilted her head to the side questioningly. "The man sits at home all day in his thoughts. Plus, he just had surgery on multiple gunshot wounds, which could possibly lead to depression."

Priest never thought about it that way. Everyone knew Remy needed to get out more, but he never stressed it, so no one else did. It never dawned on Priest that maybe something wasn't right. "I never thought about it like that," he admitted.

"See," she stressed. "That's why I have coffee with him on occasion."

Priest nodded with a light chuckle. "I see."

"Just don't tell Britain," she requested.

"Not my place."

Seven eyed Priest up and down. She was thoroughly sufficed by Priest's response. "She did good picking you, y'know that?" Seven complimented.