LUCIOUS & COOKIE: TUG OF WAR (REMASTERED)

IT'S HER BIRTHDAY

It's now mid-February, and today's my baby girl's first birthday. The year has flown by, and she's so big now that I can hardly believe it. Brushing my hair in front of the full-length mirror, my thoughts drifted back in time. I remember the nurse handing her to me when she was born, the feeling indescribable, she was so small and vulnerable.  A beauty like no other, she took hold of my heart at that very moment, and she still holds it in the palm of her hand.

That whole sex tape business was a mess, I thought to myself while sliding on my shoes, of course Olivia handled that quick, fast, and in a hurry...in true Olivia fashion just as I knew she would. She didn't charge me anything, instead she asked for my help with a client of hers that was trapped in a bad deal and needed a new label to treat him right. She assured me that he was talented, and after listening to his stuff I agreed.

The look on Baretti's face was priceless when we met, and I revealed to him what had happened. That stupid bastard never knew what hit him and as for Ryan Morgan, well there was no way in hell I was just going to let his backstabbing ass get away with his grimy actions. I didn't let Olivia know what I was going to do, but the plane she had him taken away on was mine, so I had his trifling ass dealt with once the pilot let me know where he and his brother landed.

Now, that whole situation is an afterthought. Jamal's still on pleading terms of mercy with me but Cooks was adamant about me not firing him from his position within the company. It took me a while to make up my mind, but in the end, I decided to let him stay. There's just no way that Andre nor Hakeem can handle the duties of the job, so I really don't have much of a choice and I definitely wasn't gonna give the position to an outsider.

My contempt for him is waning by the day, but it's still hard for me to push my anger towards him completely to the side. Although, at my love's insistence, I'm trying my best.

But enough about that because today's Laylah's day and of course I went all out for her. Over the past month, Cookie kept getting on me about the amount of money I was spending in preparation for this event. Insistent that I was doing too much cuz it's only her first birthday and she won't even remember everything that had taken place.

That doesn't matter to me, my baby's worth it and there's nothing that I won't do for her.  I chuckled a bit, my thoughts diverging onto my daughter, she may have a lot of my features but she's so much like her mother it's crazy.

From crawling all over the house to wobbling into every room, once she started walking, she's a busy body that always steals the attention of every eye around.

"What you up in here laughing bout Lucious?" Cookie snickered, her heels echoing as she trapsed into our bedroom with the littlest Lyon firmly within her arms. I turned to them with a huge smile on my face.

"You two." I replied then peaked lips.

Laylah reached for me, so I took her into my arms just as her mother replied, "You've got her lil ass so rotten you know that right, she's such a damn daddy's girl." She smirked, lovingly gazing up at us.

"You jealous?" I teased, kissing Laylah on the cheek, prompting Cooks to smile in response.

"Oh Nooo." She clapped back, adjusting the bow atop of La's head, before grabbing the copper and pink fur from the bed that matches her outfit.

"I mean it would have been nice if my only daughter's first words could have been mama, but I guess two out of four ain't bad." She pouted. Our baby girl fiddling with the pink handkerchief within my copper Armani jacket pocket, my eyes drifting over my shoulder towards my wife.

I licked my lips once Cooks bent over to adjust the strap of her thigh high boots, her hair flowing freely, as the fabric of her dress inched up towards the base of her ass.  My mind tumbled down the rabbit hole, visions of her bent over the balcony last night engulfing my senses as she stood upright and glanced over her shoulder back at me.