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He used to keep a clean face, but two years ago, he started allowing his beard to grow out, so it was thick and sharp.

His line up was perfect, and instead of him having waves in his hair, he had soft textured, short curls that was very fitting on him.

His eyes are what would make any woman fold.

They were dark brown, but they were bold.

His eyes were always focused on what was in front of him, and when he would stare at a person, it was as if he was studying them, and if you weren’t a confident person, it could make you shy away from him.

He didn’t have a whole lot of ink on him, but his hands were tatted, and there was a mural of our daughter, Sarai, that was painted on his back, and it took up his entire back.

Looking at him, I knew the bitches couldn’t wait to suck his dick, now that the divorce was final.

I’ve had the pleasure of getting blessed with that dick since I was a teenager, so I already knew the whirlwind of fun that those hoes were in on once they got a taste of it.

“If that’s the way you going to go about this, I would need to call a fuckin moving company to come out here and load it up with all the shit that I bought you over the years then!

Soraya, stop fuckin playing with me, alright!

Since when the fuck I been the kind of nigga to ever take some shit back that I gave to you?

In court, I didn’t ask for you to hand over shit that I gave you over the years!

You got the keys in your hands, so walk your ass over to that truck, get in the car, and move that motha fucka!

Make me say it again, and watch we give these niggas a show! ” he was in my face, barking at me.

My nostrils were flailing as I looked up at him.

I then turned my head to look at the men that were still standing in the driveway, and they had all been looking over at us, but once I turned to look at them, they turned their heads, pretending that they hadn’t just been staring, and getting entertained.

I walked away from him, and I went over to the g- wagon.

When I pulled the door open, it was burning up inside.

This truck hadn’t been touched in months, plus it was burning up outside, so that explained why the car felt like hell.

When I started it up, it rumbled, and because the circular driveway was so large, I was able to just slowly drive the car over to the other side, where two more of my cars were parked.

This way, it would be out of the way, and they could have access to Law’s cars that were in the driveway and be able to gain access to one of the three car garages and pull out his last two that were there.

I shut the car off, and I stepped out, closing the door behind me, and locking the doors.

I walked over to the garage, where I knew held the last of his cars, and I keyed in the code, so that it could rise.

From there, I walked back in the house. I went over to the key rack, grabbing all Law’s keys, and I walked out of the door with them.

He was standing in the driveway, with his arms crossed, watching the men as they started on his first car, getting it attached, so that they could load it on the flatbed.

When I approached him, he looked down at me, and I just placed all the keys in his hands.

He never thanked me for it. He just took them, and I walked away, taking my ass back inside the house.

I chose to go out into the family room, where I cut the TV on.

Even with it being on, I wasn’t paying it much attention.

I’d zoned out and was in my own little world.

The TV was hanging up on the wall, and right behind it was a brick wall that was used for the accent wall, giving it that elegant, kind of rustic touch.

Surrounding the wall, and TV was a custom entertainment center that was done by Closet Factory, and there were glass doors, and inside those glass doors were décor, and family pictures.

The one picture that I was staring at was the one that held all three of my babies.

Legend, Creed, and Sarai. This picture was taken when Sarai was two months old.

My twin boys loved their baby sister. They thought that she was their child.

They would walk around the house, carrying her, treating her like the princess that she was.

When Sarai passed in her sleep, I just never returned to that person that I used to be.

Something broke inside of me. It turned me cold in a sense.

After having my twin boys, Law and I had gone thirteen years without having another child.

I was content with it just being a family of four.

Law was deep into his career, and so was I.

My ass ended up pregnant, for the first time ever being sloppy with my birth control, and I accepted it, and I fell in love with my baby the first time I heard her little heartbeat.

Then, when I found out that I was having a girl, I was so thirsty to meet her.

It was hard living in a home, being the only girl.

Then, my boys were such manly boys, just like their daddy, so they weren’t trying to do any of the things with me that I liked to do.

Just as quickly as I’d got a little mini me, that looked just like me, she was taken from me, and I still have no understanding as to why me, and my family had to go through that.

My baby girl was so beautiful too, and the happiest baby.

I found myself laughing to keep from crying as I thought back to her first few days on earth, and Law used to always ask me if something was wrong with her because she never used to cry.

Our boys were spoiled crybabies, but Sarai wasn’t like that.

I used to always tell him that she’s just happy.

The plans that I had for us. The fun things that I knew we would do with each other was stripped away from me, internally breaking me.

I sat here, and I just stared at the picture for as long as I could.

The only thing that took me away from the daze that I was in was the sound of the doorbell again.

I didn’t think that he would need me again.

I just assumed that since he had all his keys, and they were loading up the flatbed, that he would leave when he was done. I guess I was wrong.

I walked over to the front door, and I pulled it open.

Law was standing there, but I looked past him, and I stared at the tow truck, and all six of his cars were loaded onto it.

He’d come out of his suit jacket, leaving him in just the dress shirt that he had tucked into his black slacks, that fit his muscular body so perfectly.

The sleeves to the dress shirt were rolled up, stopping right at his forearms. The top two buttons of the shirt was undone, and his tie was a little loose.

Tiny beads of sweat were on his forehead because at least thirty minutes had passed, and that Miami heat was nothing to play with.

I hated that his appearance was so fuckin daring.

To the point that my throat tightened up as I was staring back at him.

“They finished. I’m about to dip out too. Can I come in right quick to piss?” he asked me.

Instead of answering his question, I just moved out of the way, so that he could come inside. I wanted to tell his ass no, and to piss in the bushes, but I’d just got my ass cursed out, and I wasn’t trying to go there again, so I did the mature thing by moving out the way.

The smell of his cologne lingered as he walked, going for the guest bathroom that was downstairs.

He knew his way around this home. Hell, this home was built for us from the ground up.

We both had our own insight, and we picked out every single detail of this home from something so simple as the tile floor that we used for the pool out in the backyard.

Because he knew his way around, I didn’t have to stand around and babysit him.

Instead, I closed the front door back, and I went into the kitchen, where there was a couple of dishes left over from my sons not washing them this morning after eating breakfast, before I dropped them off to school.

I went ahead and filled the sink with some hot water, and dish soap, and as I was doing that, Law made his presence known, standing by the kitchen entrance.

“I want to sit down tonight and have a conversation with my boys. Technically, in our agreement, tonight would be your night to keep them, and I won’t get them until Friday, but Yaya, you know when it comes to my kids, I’m not the kind of nigga to be put on a schedule, and be told when I can and can’t see them.

I would like to see my boys every day if I could.

I know Creed has baseball practice tonight at school, and Legend has his stuff with the engineering club.

You mind if I grab them after that, take them to dinner, and I’ll bring them back over here? ” he asked me.

Even though we agreed on 50/50 in court, I knew that things would get tweaked a little bit once we were out of the courtroom.

I know the kind of hands-on father that Law was.

Like he said, if he could have it his way, he would be with his kids every day.

I would want the same thing. I would never fight him on getting his sons.

Hell, with my emotions all over the place today, I think that a little girl time with my sister and my best friend Milan would do me justice.

“That’s fine,” I let him know, and he just nodded his head.

He looked as if he was getting ready to walk away, but I cleared my throat, so that I could ask him something.

“Did you delete our sex videos out of your phone already, or were you just saying that in court?” I asked, wanting to see proof that he’d deleted them. His words weren’t good enough for me.