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I don’t know what they’re talking about. My baby is an angel.

She refuses to leave my lap, but she’s quiet when I record, just staring at me, a big gummy smile on her face.

And when I’m fucking with the knobs, trying to mix and master my shit, I tell her which does what, and I think she’s listening.

If I go by how much she drools on my hands.

The hours fly by as I start recording different elements for these songs that have been stuck in my head for months. Some of them since my first lamaze class with Mace. Sean always tried to push me to sing more. Said I wasn’t blessed with this voice to only hum in the shower and shit.

When I got big, I did start voice lessons to get better. You gotta fine tune any instrument, and my voice was no different. But what I’m doing now, an entire R sure, deep, and powerful strokes. Macy moans every time I graze a specific spot, so I keep at it.

When she tries to palm my stomach to push me away, I knock her hand off of me.

“Nah, take this shit. You a big girl, right? You can handle everything I give you, right?”

Her brows furrow as I start going harder, giving her all my dick. She locks her legs around me by the ankle, pulling me closer. I interlock our fingers and lean down, sucking her lip into my mouth.

“Sha–addy,”

she whispers, just as her second orgasm milks my nut out of me.

We squeeze each other’s hands as we come together. But I don’t stop. Nah, I keep stroking, emptying every last lil dy I got in her womb, while trying to remember if she got on birth control after she had Sadé.

I try to keep as much of my weight off of her, but she hugs me, and pulls me down, damn near purring like a cat when I settle on her.

“We can’t stay like this, Mace,”

I murmur in her ear.

“But you feel so good,”

she whispers, clenching her pussy to prove a point.

“Stop. We gotta get Denver home before–”

“I’m already here, nigga. You ain’t riding with my lil nigga in yo sex mobile.”

I lift up just enough to see Nut slamming his door. He yawns, stretching as he walks toward the building.

“Don’t worry, I waited until I seen the car stopped rocking. Nasty asses. Yo devil spawn could be terrorizing yo whole shit and you wouldn’t even know. Gone fuck around and have another baby, and then you gone have to find yo own nanny. Evil asses shouldn’t be procreating anyway…”

His rant is cut off when he goes inside the building, and only then do I slide out my girl.

I take a step back to put myself back in my joggers, but Macy doesn’t let me go far. She slides out the seat onto the step and wraps her arms around my neck.

Her smile man… my chest expands gazing at her face, flushed with satisfaction.

“We good now?”

I ask, sliding my hands over her hips to her ass.

She rubs her fingernails up and down my scalp lightly. Running her tongue over that plump upper lip of hers, she grins.

“Not a fucking chance, nigga. Put that thing away in front of our baby.”

She reaches down, rearranging my still-hard dick until it’s sticking up. She pulls my boxers and joggers up, lowkey giving me a wedgie, until it’s all the way concealed and then pulls my wife beater down.

“I’ll take my niece home because y’all don’t need to be handling her without washing them hands,”

Nut calls out, strolling by us with a dozing Sadé strapped in her seat, and a yawning Denver.

We wait until Nut gets them strapped in and pulls off before we bust out laughing.

Mace is still smiling when her laughter dies out, shyness playing out for the first time tonight, before she taps my chest and gets back into my Jeep.

I lean inside and kiss her cheek, strapping her in before closing her door.

I don’t realize how bad I’m fucked up until the next morning, when I wake up and her side of the bed is cold. And I grab the pillow she was laying on, bring it to my nose, and inhale her scent.

Fuck. I need to hurry up and finish this shit.