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“I’m going to marry her,” I told Givens as I watched Legacy sleep. She’d been by my side for the last few days, making sure I was good, and I knew she was running on fumes, but baby never complained. She was going nonstop between practice and preparing for her season to start and trying to help me navigate my life. Mama didn’t want a big ass funeral and had set up a simple gravesite service. Pastor DeCorte did the service, and a few people spoke on Mama's behalf. After the funeral, we rode through the city; Legacy didn’t even ask me what I needed. She knew I didn’t want to be around people and needed time. We drove for almost four hours, only stopping to get some gas at the end and then coming home.

When we arrived, we showered together, climbed into the bed, and chilled. She curled under me and fell asleep. Shit was the most peaceful thing I’d ever seen.

“You call Yale?” he asked.

“Nah,” I answered, shaking my head. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed Legacy’s bonnet to put on her hair. “She’s supposed to be in town this week, so I will talk to her then.”

“She’s coming to town willingly?” he laughed. “Amethyst must be gone because ain’t no way she would be coming if he wasn’t.”

“I think so.” I secured her bonnet, leaned back, and wiped my hand over my face. “Pyrite is flying her in.”

“Bullshit,” he replied and kissed his teeth. “That nigga ain’t flying her ass in, and his brother doesn’t know.”

“Yeah, he is,” I laughed. “Pyrite told me himself.”

“Amethyst gonna crash the fuck out,” Givens grunted. “The arena about to be lit.”

“Probably,” I said, shaking my head. “But Pyrite already got his hands full with the Baker. I know you saw that nigga’s black eye and busted lip.”

“I did,” he answered. “I asked him about it, and his twisted ass smiled and said it was well worth it.”

“That nigga getting beat the fuck up by that woman, and he likes that shit,” I laughed.

“Hell yeah, he is,” Givens agreed. “But let me get off this fucking phone and go check on my woman and daughter. They are downstairs yelling about wanting food like they didn’t just eat a few hours ago.” He kissed his teeth. “Greedy asses.”

“Bet,” I said, then hung up. I put the phone on the end table, pulled Legacy close, and closed my eyes. I wasn’t tired just yet, but I was going to relax.

* * *

“Move in with me,” I told Legacy as she bathed. She lifted her eye mask and stared at me with a blank expression. “You’re never at your spot as it is. There’s no reason to keep wasting your money on a place you’re never at.”

“Aceyn–”

“Don’t sell your spot; put it up for rent and collect your money. I talked to Bizzy about helping you, and he said he could get the paperwork drawn up and sent over; all you have to do is give him the word.” I ran my hand over my hair and shrugged. “Think about it before you say no.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding, then put the mask back over her eyes and rested her head against the tub's edge.

“Okay?” I questioned, and she nodded.

She lifted her mask and smiled at me. “I thought about it. Okay, call Bizzy and have him draw up the papers.”

“Damn, for real?” I asked, and she playfully rolled her eyes.

“Like you said, I’m always here, and at this point, I’m wasting money. If Bizzy can get it rented out, then great, I’ll take the extra income.” She shrugged, and I nodded. “And if he can’t, then that’s fine, too. I can go back when you annoy me.”

“Get the fuck outta here.” I reached into her water and grabbed her ankle. “We locked in; even if I get on your nerves, we are still sleeping under the same roof.”

“Promise?” she shyly asked.

I let go of her leg, stood, walked to the end of the tub, and bent down so we were at eye level. “Easy or hard way.” I kissed her, hating the small doubt she had in her when it came to us. “Either way, it ends the same.” I stood and adjusted my shirt. “Now, finish your bath so we can eat.”

“What are we eating?” she asked.

“I’m cooking,” I answered, and she immediately started shaking her head. “What you mean, no?”

“Baby, I mean this with all the love in my heart, but I am not in the mood to question how you make food.” She pulled the drain and stood. “I’m going to take a quick shower, and then we can get something.”

“What?” I laughed. “Nah.”

“Aceyn, we are going out to eat.” She exited the tub, walked to the shower, and turned it on. “I won’t be long. I swear.”

I kissed my teeth and crossed my arms over my chest. “You trying to say I can’t cook, Point Guard?” I questioned.

“Yes,” she answered with a single nod, then closed the shower door. “Hell, fucking yes, I am.”

“Girl, fuck you,” I laughed.

She pushed the shower door open and gave me a sexy look, “We can do that first, then get something to eat.”

“Bet,” I said, pulling my shirt over my head and stepping out of my shorts. My dick was hard as fuck, and getting between her thighs was precisely what I needed to do. “You want Hood?”

“Yes,” she answered as I stepped into the shower and closed the door behind me. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and I picked her up. “I want Hood, but remember that I always need Aceyn.”

I pushed my dick into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head.