Real men move in silence! I don't talk a lot I let my actions and possession do the talk for me! I'm young and I grind harder! – Michael Ace

A Month Later...

Knight... 

"78...79...80...81...82." My personal trainer June counts as I do sit ups. Since I've been home, I've been working thanks to that job Jefe got me. It's funny as hell though, because I'm a big ass dude, with a button up and tie at a desk. Looking like hulk and shit. But it's cool, the pay and staying out of the pin is all that really matters.

It's been pretty quiet for the most part since I've been home. Word on the street is Sirod is trying to kill a nigga, but she got another thing coming. She also has no clue what to do, with no plan or crew. The only people she has are her twin daughters, and they bout dumb as their mother.

It amused me that Sirod thought she was staying in my house though when I got out. The house is still in my name and the cars. She couldn't change shit to her name, because she got married to that clown Dimitri. She would have to either use  her real name or ask for the divorce. And we all know she wasn't doing that shit. 

"99...100." June finishes. I sit up out of breath, grabbing my Deer Park squeeze bottle and gulping the water down to a finish. I throw the bottle away.

"Aye that's my shit turn that up." I tell him. He laughs, shaking his head while doing as requested. I stand to my feet, going over to the weights picking up the 200 pound irons.

"I know that she got the sauce (sauce), I know she saucy
And it's always wet, she never ever had to use lip gloss on it
She need me deeper than six, not a coffin
We're not making love, tryna get nasty." I switch the lyrics around to Rihanna – Sex With Me. Brannon laughs, walking in the gym. He just got done doing boxing training across the hall.

"Fuck yo old ass know about sex, and haven't been inside a cat in years." He states, walking over to the bench press. I laugh, lifting the weights.

"Nigga age ain't nothing but a number. I might be pushing 60 but this body pushing at least 25. Ask my options, they know what I'm working with." I chuckle.

"50 lifts each." June instructs. I nod, counting my reps mentally.

"Options?" Brannon asks confused.

"Options meaning females young blood." June chuckles.

"Oh hoes! You got hoes?" B laughs. I shake my head no.

"My mama taught me to respect women B, I don't call a female out her name unless she disrespects me. Not hoes, bitches, side pieces or whatever else y'all kids say these days. I call them options." I explain. 

"So you looking for a Mrs. Dubois basically? Is that what you saying?" I laugh, switching over to the other arm. Sirod and I got a divorce. We settled it in court a couple weeks back. She said she didn't want a damn thing from me, which was fine. But if she thinking she's killing me to get it, she got another damn thing coming because my kids not gone let that happen and neither am I.

"Nah I'm not looking just yet. But I got the top three that could be wifey material. All of them came over last night as a welcome home gift. I had one on my shoulders eating her out like I haven't eaten a meal in days, and other two sucking me up." I shake my head in a daze just thinking about the events that occurred last night. Best welcome home ever.

"What the hell?! Why you ain't call a nigga! I could of took at least one of them off your hands. Sharing is caring." Brannon smacks his lip as June and I laugh. 

"You can't handle the nasty ones nigga." I joke.

"You don't know what I can't handle." I shake my head, continuing to work out as I thought about how quiet it's been since I got back, but I've been very observant. Can't get too comfortable out here. 

"So what's the move?" B questions. I guess I should introduce this nigga since he's talking so got damn much. Brannon's father use to work for me, he was one of my guards. Best security I ever had, he was my boy. 

He died though in a horrible car accident going to see Brannon being born. So I helped his mother with raising him. I remember when he got older he called me his dad, and it warmed my heart because I wanted a kid. Sirod wasn't trying to get pregnant at the time, so B prepared me when I had Jr.

Anyway I had to explain to B who I was. He was upset, but understood. He's basically my protector now, taking over his father job. He's damn good at it too. Like my guardian angel. He's like my second son. Well first since he's three years older then Scrapp.

"I guess out to celebrate, a nigga finally got off of parole." I chuckle, sitting the weights down.

"Oh we at Club Envy with it then!" B excites.

"Strip club it is. You coming June?" I question.

"Naw, my wife's birthday tonight. Maybe another night though." I nod, dapping him as he got his gym bag, heading out. It's now 6 in the morning, so I guess B and I can run my four laps. I hope he ready cuz I don't get tired.

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Zee...

4 Hours Later...

I stir in my sleep, feeling a draft from the covers being pulled off me. I whine, reaching behind me for them but nothing. Bricks pulled them completely off the bed so I couldn't cover back up.

"Bricks." I whine as he kisses my spot, turning me over away from him. I open my eyes to him hovering over me with a sneaky smirk on his face. He takes my panties off, and I sigh rolling my eyes. 

"What are you doing?" I question annoyed. He laughs, reaching on the nightstand for something.

"About to eat breakfast." He chuckles, scooting back on his knees while setting my legs the way he wants them. As he looks at me, he kisses my inner thighs, popping a cap open. When I see the bottle, I immediately cover my face in embarrassment.

"Bricks." I whine as he chuckles. I feel the syrup slowly touch my clit, hissing as I tried to close my legs but Bricks wasn't having that.

"Not uh. Stay that ass right there and take your hands off your face." I do as told, gasping as his whole tongue invades my womanhood.

"Mhmm, feel good don't it?" He whispers, kissing my pearl. I nod, bitting my bottom lip to hold my moans in. He smirks, flicking his tongue sucking my pearl next. I grab the sheet underneath me, panting as he pulls back pouring more syrup. I feel it slowly slide down on the lips as he enters  two fingers. He pumps in and out, his thumb rotating in fast circles on my clit.

"Damn." I pant, grinding into his fingers. My body shakes rapidly, as I moan in whimpers. I squeeze my walls around his fingers feeling my muscles tighten.

"You getting close baby?" He questions going deeper. I nod, hissing as I arch my back. 

"Keep going ri- right there! Oh shit." I moan feeling his fingers curl. He sucks on my clit again, still going as my eyes roll back and toes curl. I wanted to hold my legs back so bad, but he didn't want me moving them. 

"I bout to come." I moan, putting my hand on his head. He removes it, picking me up by my waist as he spreads my legs into a split. He devours me, sitting up in the middle of the bed. I release on cue as he keeps going in a husky groan, cleaning me up. He squeezes my waist, moaning from the taste that lathers his tastebuds as I swallowed in defeat.

"Fuck." I pant as Bricks lays me flat on my back, climbing off the bed. I curl up, turning on my side as he laughs, slapping my ass making me smile.

"You gone be mad as fuck." He chuckles, licking his lips. 

"Why?" Just then, my alarm goes off and I sit up fast.

"My doctor's appointment is today! We get to see what I'm having baby!" I clap excitingly  jumping on him, making us fall. Bricks laughs while hissing in pain as we both hold our heads.

"Damn. You could of announced that you were about to attack my ass." He chuckles, irritation evident in his vocals. I laugh, standing as I help him up.

"Sorry I got excited." I giggle, traveling to the bathroom. "And why would you say i'd be mad?" 

"Because I got you up two hours before your scheduled appointment." He hisses, checking his forehead in the mirror. He's so over dramatic. 

"No that was a good alarm, a damn good one, and nothing is going to pop up on your forehead. Get out!" I tell him, pushing him out the door and closing it.

"Your big ass head gone leave a mark! Damnit." He mummers through the door. I roll my eyes up, getting in the shower. I look down at my stomach rubbing it. I'm two months into my pregnancy with a small pudge. But when I look down I over exaggerate what it looks like because of the hormones and mood swings.

"Hopefully you won't be a drama queen like your daddy." I chuckle.

"My face!" Bricks whines.

"Or a conceited whiny baby." I mumble.

"Who you talking to?" 

"Or crazy." I whisper laughing to myself. I just can't wait to find out if I'm having one or two babies. Its a little pass the weeks so I'm know I'm ready to find out. I already got the names picked out, and Bricks said he had some too. But I think mine will be better. 

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Bricks...

I watch as Zee kicks her feet, humming a song as we wait on the doctor to arrive. We actually should of been here a month ago, but because Dr. Bradley didn't like that Zee aborted the baby, she quit being her doctor so we had to find another one which took weeks.

Sadly we have to come out to Washington for one of the best OBGYN doctors in the area. She said when it's time to give birth though, she'll be happy to drive the hour to deliver the baby. I know one thing, if my unborn has problems because of Bradley's dumb ass, Ima beat her ass. We missed one trimester, and that's the important one too.

"Hi, Mr. And Mrs. Gomez, I'm Dr. Kings. We spoke briefly over the phone about a mishap, but good vibes today. No negatives. How are you feeling today, mommy to be?" Zee smiles and laughs. This is the happiest I've seen her in a long time. I couldn't help but to smile myself.

"Fine just excited." She admits.

"Oh yes, you get to see the baby for the for the time! That's always the exciting part. I remember when I was pregnant with my boys. Best day of my life." Kings smiles.

"You have kids? How old are they?" Zee was always a curious person. She asked questions left from right, all day everyday.

"I have a two sons, Kyle and Kenyan and about your age. Kenyan however was shot down a couple months ago. Wrong place at the wrong time." We both nod in understanding. The south was nothing but blood wars. Innocent people getting shot, police brutality, and drugs getting sold to kids younger and younger these days. It's horrible.

"Sorry for your lost." Zee and I say in unison.

"Thank you, let's see whats baking in the oven though shall we?" Kings turns off the lights, Zee lays back lifting her shirt. I get up, standing beside Zee as Kings turns the ultrasound machine on.

"Can I do it?" I cheese. Kings nods handing me the gel and the camera tool to roam around Zee's stomach.

"That cold." Zee laughs, jumping from the gel touching her skin.

"Sorry." I laugh. I put the device on stomach, seeing nothing but tissue until I spot something shaped like a baby. I smile from ear to ear when Zee gasps, in excitement. She really having my seed.

"Is that the baby! It's so small. Hi little Jefe." Zee coos and waves causing me and the doctor to laugh.

"First time mommy's are always the cutest. Well it looks to me your baby is fine and growing properly. Your only 8 weeks and some change. The development of the head and spine is already there. Next to develop are the limbs." Kings clarifies.

"It already look likes it's going to have your big ass head." I tease in laughter at Zee. She smacks her lips, pinching my arm in laughter.

"My head is not big. And move over, I see something in the corner." She informs. 

"Where, here?" I question moving the camera to a view of nothing in particular.

"No, move to the left." She whines.

"I am at the left. You forget my left is different from your left?" I tell her. She rolls her eyes.

"Well fine then my left." She mumbles, I move again and still nothing so she moves it for me squealing.

"Twins!" Zee screams in excitement, pointing to the screen. I laugh, jiggling my ear. Loud ass.

"Why does it look like that though, it doesn't look like the other one." I examine the differences, glancing at Kings as seems to be in deep thought. 

"Yea. Could be because of the way it's laying, or it hasn't fully developed yet we don't know exactly, but it's too early to tell definitely. But congratulations you're having twins! Yay!" Kings laughs and claps. Zee claps as well in a fit of laughter and rose cheeks. We're really having babies and I can't wait to find out the genders. 

I just hope Zee doesn't back out, or freak out while pregnant. She already had one episode that night in the bathroom when she cried herself to sleep. I just want her to know she's in good hands and no one can hurt her. As long as we got each other and our babies, nothing else really matters.

"I love you." I tell her, kissing her. She gently caresses my face.  I pull back seeing her in joyous tears as she wipes mine. We both laugh.

"I love you too."