Lost One

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❝TAE❞

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙳 the ringing and buzzing phone that caused the chocolate and tatted hand to reach over with his free arm and grabbed hold of the device; while his other arm was occupied by his wife as she sleeps peacefully in his California king bed. Staring tiredly at the bright screen, one eye open, seeing it was a number calling outside of the state. He started no to answer, but his right thumb pressed the button to do exactly that.

He cleared his throat. "Hello?"

"Uncle Tae?"

The voice had familiarity, awaking Tae. "Troy?

"You..uhh, tryna pick me up? I woulda called Pops—"

"Where you at?" Tae lifted up abruptly that caused his wife to groan and wake up at his action.

Shantey pushed her hair out of her face as Tae pulled on his boxer briefs and listen to Troy in his ear. "I'm in Portland. . At the police station."

"It's gonna take me a minute; but I'm comin."

"And Uncle Tae.. don't bring Pops, please?"

Tae exhaled deep out of his nostrils. "Yeah, Troy. But you gone have to answer me once I get there."

"I know. I gotta go."

The line disconnects as Shantey lifted upright with her breasts on display. "Couldn't warn me before you hopped up like that?"

"I'm sorry, baby. I gotta dip to Portland." Tae answered, walking to the walk-in closet and hitting on the light. "Troy at the police station."

"What!?" Shantey inquired, hopping out the California king bed and slipping into Tae's shirt on the ground. "I'm going with you."

"No; I'm not bouta have you out this late pregnant." Tae stated as he came out the closet fully clothed.

"Tavon, I'm pregnant; not crippled." Shantey responded, "Besides the kids are with Scottie at my place with our little booty calls. I'm going to grab something from Romeo's closet."

Tae made a quick call to his private pilot to have the jet ready before walking out and waiting on Shantey at the door frame of Romeo's bedroom. Shantey was soon exiting in her eldest son's Off-White Paint Script hoodie and sweatpants. She was putting her hair in a bun and asked, "Can we stop by a Carl's Jr? McDonalds? Jack in the Box? Whatever's open 24-hours. I'm hungry."

"Yeah. We need to go down; come on."

The couple got in the F-150, pulling off to the nearest fast food restaurant before going to the private airport terminal.

"Did he sound okay?" Shantey questioned.

"If you asking if he sounded sober; no, he didn't." Tae pulls up to the luckily empty drive-thru as he let the tinted window down, "What you want from here? Don't be indecisive."