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The city was so damn quiet in that way it only gets late at night. Streetlights stretched across the windshield in slow, golden stripes, disappearing into the dark behind us.
Y/n was leaned back in her seat just enough to look effortless, one hand on the wheel, the other resting heavy and warm on my thigh. That hand had been there the whole ride, fingers curled just enough for me to toy with them. Tracing the lines of her knuckles with the edge of my acrylics, letting my thumb sweep slow across her skin.
Old school rap played low from the speakers, bass humming just enough to match the rhythm of the road. She didn't sing along, didn't even nod to the beat. Just drove. Cool. Unbothered.
But God, the way her pants hung without sagging, the way her shirt draped across her shoulders, the way she sat behind the wheel like she was born there. It made my chest tight. My baby was tall, broad, and smooth in a way that made strangers stop mid sentence. And she wasn't even trying. That's what killed me.
Mama had the kids tonight. A rare little miracle. No tour rehearsals, no meetings, no trips for her businesses. Just...us.
"You know Rumi wants to be in the show, right?" I broke the silence with a small smile.
She let out a low laugh, the corner of her mouth lifting. "What? Baby girl's personality too big, they ain't gon' know how to handle her. You think that's the right move?"
"I don't know." I admitted, glancing at her profile. "But that's my baby. She watches Blue and wants her moment, you know?"
Y/n hummed, her thumb brushing my thigh absently.
"I mean, we'll talk about it more later." I went on. "It's not a terrible idea, though."
"I didn't say it was." She said, eyes still on the road. "That's how Blue Blue found her confidence. Who knows how it'll hit baby girl."
That made me smile big ass fuck. Just thinking about our children growing, learning, and finding their confidence in such a challenging space. Much like the two of us.
"You think Sir will ever wanna do stuff like that?" I asked.
She laughed under her breath. "Fuck no. That boy ain't gon' want no parts. He like me. I let y'all do y'all thing."
"Even though I want you on stage with me..." I teased.
"I told you. I'ma be supporting from the audience. That's y'all show. I'ma let you and the girls have it."
"Mm. Okay." I said softly, letting it go.
The car fell quiet again, except for the low thump of the music and the faint hiss of the tires on the road. I was looking at her instead of where we were going. My baby was so damn sexy with the way the passing lights caught on her cheekbone, the set of her jaw, the tiny twitch in it when she was focused.
