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FAMILY REUNION…

“Now, who cooked the food so I know whether to eat that shit or not?” I asked Kabrina as I helped her from the car.

Her family reunion was at a park, and I could already see a table full of food that was swarmed with people wearing the same T-shirt. Kabrina had one on and had given me one. I wasn’t planning on wearing the shit, but when I realized how much it meant to her, I threw it on.

I quickly figured out there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to make Kabrina smile or be happy or stress free. Seemed like it was a nigga’s life goal now. Truthfully, I didn’t know how I lived a full life before this girl. Memories of life before us seemed bleak.

“My aunt Rosette. She’s the best cook, and though she complains every year about having to make every damn thing, she also knows she doesn’t want anyone helping.”

“Aight. We gon’ see. I got some refined ass taste buds because my mama can throw down and my sister-in-law don’ spoiled us,” I said, making Kabrina chuckle.

“You like her food over mine?”

“She’s a professional, but at the end of the day, I would want yo’ food over hers. I’d want anything from you. A bowl of cereal you make for a nigga would taste better than her famous pork chop dish to me.”

Kabrina blushed before I kissed her as we walked through the grass toward where all the family was.

Immediately upon spotting Kabrina, they all walked over, and her Aunt Bell was the first to pull me into a hug, which was the least she could do since I’d given her ass fifteen bands. Just another fucking example of how I’d do anything for Kabrina.

I couldn’t remember the last time I did some shit like that or gave a woman a knot of cash to get her nails done. She brought something out of a nigga that no woman had before, and even though it should’ve been that way because she was my wife, it scared the fuck out of me how open she had my ass.

But I was gon’ roll with it. I didn’t wanna be so hesitant and scared that I caused some shit I wanted to work so badly, not to work. And if she fucked me over, I would just never give my heart to another for the rest of my fucking days.

I wasn’t too worried, though, to keep shit real. If I trusted anybody with my heart, my thoughts, my feelings, anything, it’d be Kabrina.

“Ooh, he is handsome!”

“This is Rosette, the one who cooked everything.” Kabrina simpered as I hugged the older woman.

A couple more people walked up to greet us, and when I turned my attention on them, it was like my heart stalled. The dark-skinned woman before me smiled gently as the brown-skinned man beside her tried to kind of slink off behind her.

“This is my best friend Sharon,” Aunt Bell told me.

“Nice to meet you… Unique?” Sharon wanted to be sure.

“Um, yeah. Unique.” I nodded, and I felt Kabrina look up at me, probably wondering why I’d gone from smiling hard as fuck to having delayed ass responses void of any smiles.

“This is my husband, Kyle.” Sharon turned a bit, tugging her husband up in front. “Our sons Deacon and Adriel are over there playing basketball.” She pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. “But this here is little Faith.” She smiled down at the little girl whose back was pressed against her legs.

I couldn’t even focus on anyone else other than Devante Compton or Kyle.

“Uh, nice to meet you, son.” He stuck his hand out uncomfortably, and even though I’d planned to shrug this shit off and act like I didn’t know him, him calling me son and doing that exact fucking thing—pretending he didn’t know my ass—set me off.

“Nice to meet me?” I laughed mirthlessly, causing everyone in the small circle to look on with confusion. “I know it’s been a minute, my nigga, but you remember me.” I nodded.

“What?” Sharon questioned, eyes bouncing between her husband and me for answers.

“I have no idea what he’s talking about, honey.” He shrugged and looked at her as if to say I was crazy.

“Baby—”

“She know she yo’ new beard? Or you still prancing around this muthafucka acting like you straight?” I snapped, cutting Kabrina off and causing Aunt Bell, Aunt Rosette, Sharon, and a few men nearby to gasp.

“Unique! What are you talking about?” Kabrina exclaimed.

“I have no idea, but I have never in my life met this young man.” Devante stood ten toes on his bullshit, eyeing me as if he was tough.

Again, that set my ass off, and next thing I knew, I’d shoved the fuck out him, making him fall into the dirt on his ass.

“Unique!” Kabrina screamed as I got ready to charge on that nigga. His wife jumped in front of me as his baby girl screamed, and that was what caused me to snap out of this shit.

As badly as I wanted to stomp a mud puddle in that nigga, I wasn’t about to do it in front of his daughter. She was young as fuck but not young enough to ever forget her father getting his ass handed to him.

Same time, I knew I couldn’t stay here and mingle in the same circle as this nigga, so I made an about face and started back for the car.

I turned back to look over my shoulder once more to be sure I wasn’t seeing shit and that was actually my father. But as Sharon helped him to his feet, mouth moving, probably cursing my name, I got another look at the nigga, and it was definitely him. His knowing eyes landing on me only confirmed the shit further.

I wasn’t in my whip for ten seconds before a fuming Kabrina was banging on the passenger side window for me to unlock the door and let her in.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” I said, only now seeing how embarrassed she probably was at my behavior. “I can’t stay though. Maybe I can take ya people out to eat or something this coming week.” I started my car, but she pressed the button to turn my shit back off.

“I want you to tell me what just happened, and I don’t wanna wait until we get home.” She was turned in her seat, arms folded, dark hair still clipped up. Her light face was flushed, making her look angry but innocent and me feel like shit even more.

Her hazel eyes had darkened a bit, signaling that she was pissed off, and rightfully fucking so. I peered down to take a breather before I said anything, catching sight of the family reunion shirt I had the nerve to be wearing while acting an ass.

Running my hand down my mouth and beard, I caught her eyes and said, “Remember what I told you ’bout my biological father?”

“Of course. That he was gay and that he left you guys once your mother found out and wanted a divorce.”

I nodded, glad she remembered enough to where I wouldn’t have to go over the shit again. If I had to, I might just hop the fuck out and deck that bitch ass nigga.

“I didn’t tell you that he moved on, got married and shit around the same time my mama got pregnant with Banks.”

“Okay but…” She stopped talking and her eyes widened. “Are you saying Sharon’s husband is your father?”

“I am.” I nodded. “Fuck.” I grumbled.

“I knew something about his son was familiar—his demeanor—but couldn’t see why.” She looked down for a second then back up. “The shape of the eyes too. You guys look like your mother, but your eyes are the shape of his.” She turned in her seat to sit straight, so I started the car. “This is crazy.”

“If you wanna stay, love, we can. I promise I won’t act up. I’ll keep it chill.”

“No. I wouldn’t ask you to do something like that. Is this the first time you’ve seen him since?”

“Yep.” I pulled off. “My brother saw him a few years ago, and he pretty much said he didn’t regret abandoning us and changing his name.”

She shook her head and replied, “I remember as a child Aunt Bell said Sharon’s husband came out of nowhere, and she always thought it was suspicious and mighty convenient that he had no siblings and his parents were dead.”

I chuckled. “He doesn’t have any siblings, but my grandparents are very much alive as you might’ve seen at Banks’ party.”

“Oh my gosh!” She covered her mouth, probably recalling meeting them.

“Aye, keep this to yourself for right now, baby. I wanna tell my brothers first.” I placed a hand on her exposed thigh, caressing the soft skin of it.

“I will.” She put her hand on top of mine, making me flip mine over to grasp hers. “I’m sorry about all of this, baby.”

“Not your fault, love. You ain’t even know.” I drove onto the freeway, not knowing what to feel.

I felt fucked up for letting that nigga see that I even cared. I felt like shit for acting how I did in front of Kabrina’s people. And I felt sick all over again, like I had years ago, seeing that nigga move on like it was nothing—like we weren’t shit to that nigga. He was the living version of the statement you could always make more kids.

The fact that he’d been a father to me for eight years, then was able to just stop was crazy. Nigga was around me constantly from birth and just left like it was nothing. I could barely go two weeks without FaceTiming my fucking nieces and nephews, yet this nigga was able to abandon six kids and not even send a fucking letter.

As soon as I parked in my driveway and cut the engine off, Kabrina unbuckled herself and climbed over the gearshift to sit in my lap. Before I could ask what she was doing, she embraced me tightly, giving me something I didn’t know I needed as I relaxed in her arms.

“I love you, KK,” I said the shit before my brain could even catch up. My heart had clearly taken over.

She pulled back only slightly, still holding onto my neck as she kissed me gently. “I love you too.”

* * *

“What was so important that you would invite us over and not have no fucking food laid out?” Khari asked as my brothers and I, excluding Asif, sat in the den.

I thought of asking Asif to come, but he was busy, and this shit had nothing to do with him, same way Nori didn’t have shit to do with us. I felt like it would be a waste of his time, him being away from his girl, work, and kids to discuss a nigga he didn’t even know.

“Shut up, nigga.” Lequay laughed, not serious at fucking all.

“I need y’all all to shut up.” I cut in since all five of them niggas started on their usual shit talking session.

“What the fuck got Unique serious for once? Yo’ side bitch must be pregnant,” Cemone said, and again, them niggas were laughing.

“Kabrina gon’ leave yo’ stupid ass.” Bashar nodded.

“As she should. Cause?—”

“I saw Devante.” I cut Shakur off, and finally, they got serious. “I went to Kabrina’s family reunion, and he was there acting like he ain’t fucking know me.”

“Don’t tell me yo’ wife is his daughter.” Khari’s lip curled as he sized me up like I was knowingly in a sibling relationship.

“No, nigga! The fuck?” I frowned and watched them all visibly exhale out of relief. “Her aunt’s best friend is his new wife. The one he moved on to. Tell me why that nigga got three fucking kids. One is a girl, which Ma used to say he couldn’t even make.”

“Damn. So what the fuck happened?” Bashar quizzed.

Shaking my head as I stood up to pace, I replied, “After he played dumb like he ain’t know me, I blew up. I lost it. I was planning to ignore his ass, but when I saw he was planning to ignore me too, I couldn’t take it. I pushed the nigga and was about to haul off on his ass, but his daughter was in the way and… I couldn’t.” I sat back down.

“Why you let him see you sweat?” Lequay asked.

“I know. That wasn’t my fucking intention. But when he said nice to meet you, son … I just… all my damn plans went out the window.” I shook my head at myself as Lequay nodded to say he understood.

“We need to expose that muthafucka again since he wanna have amnesia and play house with another bitch.” Khari scooted to the edge of the couch like he was drumming up a master plan.

“Nah, we need to ignore his muthafuckin’ ass like we been doing.” Lequay disagreed.

“For real. He wanna pretend we don’t exist, that shit is fine with me.” Shakur spoke up.

“We need to take a vote, and whatever the majority votes for is what we do, even if it ain’t what we want individually. Aight?” I suggested, and everyone nodded. Lequay and Shakur as well, even though it took their asses a minute.

“Everybody who wanna expose that ho ass nigga, raise up.” Khari raised his hand, and so did Cemone, Bashar, and myself.

“Well shit.” Shakur shook his head, seeing he and Lequay were in the minority.

“Aight, so we expose that nigga, then what? All he gon’ do is scurry the fuck off and start over.” Lequay shook his head.

“Nah, nigga.” Khari shook his head in return. “Before, we were nobodies, and he could run from the shit. He ain’t gon’ be able to recover from his six sons exposing his ass, four of them being famous.”

Khari made a good point, causing everyone including Lequay to nod in agreement.

“He gon’ be fucked for real and not in the way he like,” Cemone’s stupid ass said, making the room let out subtle laughs.

“Is that what we want though? For him to be desolate and unable to provide for his family?” Shakur questioned the room.

“Man, fuck that nigga!” Khari snapped. “Nigga didn’t give a fuck about none of us when he left. Me, I get it since I was older, but y’all was all minors, and that nigga didn’t give a damn how y’all were being provided for. He knew his son had a heart problem and let the insurance lapse and couldn’t even be man enough to tell our mama. Had it not been for Prime, Shakur could’ve been dead. That ain’t no nigga I wanna protect. Any muthafucka that can cause harm to any of my brothers, and that’s including Sif, got a problem with me.

“So I couldn’t give less of a fuck if that nigga is desolate because while he was laid up like a bitch with no bills, our mother was forced to work two fucking jobs, one of them being a strip club, all so we could have a fucking meal!”

The room was silent as Khari talked, everybody drinking in his words and nodding at them. A lot of times people didn’t know who was older or the oldest, but at certain points you could tell—like now.

“I’m with it. What’s the exact plan?” Lequay asked, jaw slightly clenched to show Khari’s words had gotten to him just like everyone else in the room wearing sour expressions.

“We show up to that church like I did and then let that muthafucka have it.” Shakur suggested, and everyone bobbed their heads in agreement.

We stayed together, hammering out the details like the date we’d plan to do the shit, where his church was located, and what services Devante’s church held so we could be there at the right time. Once we figured out the best date for everyone’s schedules, especially Shakur and Cemone who traveled the most, they left.

Locking up, I went off to find Kabrina in the bedroom watching some movie while she shoveled popcorn into her mouth.

“So what did they say?” she asked as I lay down and ate one of the kernels.

“We gon’ tell everybody who he is at his church—during.” I looked up at her since she was seated Indian style.

“Damn. I mean, I get it, but it’s kind of fucked up. At the same time, it was fucked up how he did y’all and acted like he didn’t even know you.” She shook her head. “I feel bad for both sides, but I’m always going to be Team Unique.”

“Team Unique, huh?”

“Yes.” She giggled as I laid her on her back, kissing her lips. “Comes with perks.”

“The wet and tight kind?” I kissed on her neck, running my hands up her dress.

“Yeah,” she moaned as I caressed her pussy through her panties.

Once I started to feel the crotch dampen, I tugged them down while slipping my tongue into her mouth. She helped me from my clothes as I pushed her dress up before pulling it over her head.

“This fucking body,” I commented, taking a nipple into my mouth as I circled her opening slowly. “You know how sexy and beautiful you are?” I complimented, sucking the area between her breasts before moving to the other while plunging a finger inside of her.

“Mmm,” she cooed as I began to work another finger inside, trailing my mouth down her flat stomach before putting her legs on my shoulders.

I flicked my tongue over her clit as I continued moving my fingers in and out of her, over fucking joyed at how much she was leaking already.

“You know this the best meal you could ever give a nigga, right?” I attacked her bud, moving in sync with my fingers as she started to cum.

“Oh—oh my gosh.” Kabrina gripped the back of my head as she came apart, but I kept licking, kept sucking, and kept plunging until I felt like she was lifting off the fucking bed as she exploded.

Licking up every bit of her sweet ass nectar, I sucked on her inner thighs before kissing and sucking my way back up to her perfectly round breasts. I kissed her nastily for a brief moment before flipping her ass over, lifting her hips, and sliding in from behind.

“Stay just like that.” I moved in and out slowly at first, allowing her walls to become adjusted to me as I bit down hard on my lip so I wouldn’t moan too fucking loudly.

Kabrina’s pussy was hands down the wettest I’d ever encountered, and I didn’t know if it was just me or if she got this wet all the fucking time, but I liked to think it was the former.

I watched myself glide inside of her and come out drenched as she cooed. I made sure to pin her shoulders in place so she couldn’t run from one fucking inch as I dove deeply inside with every stroke.

Once I could get in with ease, I started to slowly speed up the pace until our skin was slapping together in sweet fucking harmony.

“Fuck.” She whimpered, her small hand grasping at the sheets as I hammered her shit from behind. I kept her cheeks apart so I could see her pussy in perfect view as I pounded it.

I watched the skin on her ass redden from me slamming her pussy, and for some reason, that turned a nigga on.

“Got damn, KK.” I grunted, knowing I was close as her walls clenched my shaft before she leaked everywhere.

Gripping her ass cheeks harder and keeping them apart so I could go as deeply as I fucking wanted to, I drilled her roughly, causing the room to fill with sounds of our moaning and skin colliding until we were both finishing yet again.

We collapsed to the bed as she craned her neck some so we could kiss.

“Unless you want a baby, Mr. Compton, you better start pulling out.” She caressed my beard, panting a bit as she throbbed around me.

“I want any and everything with you, love,” I admitted in-between kisses, making her kiss me harder.