Recap:
Rakim and his three baby mamas moved into a new home. He started a new operation with younger recruits. Dianna ended up being a traitor, but Rocky helped fake her death and has her working for him to prove herself.
Ella- Rocky
Khassidy- Nemiah
Whitney- Royce
Royce turns one.
Rocky has a new girlfriend named Monica w/ a son of her own named Kalin
But the police chief on his payroll wants something to do with him
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Rocky
"So I'm really just letting you go for family's sake. I never had an issue with you or your dishwashing wig"
Monica smiled. "You are something else"
"Don't smile at me, I feel like you about to do some crazy shit"
"Come see me before you see her" Monica pat my chest and walked away.
"All that ass" I switched from looking at Monica, to looking at my stripper.
"Da da!" Royce called from outside, running around with all kinds of balloons attached to him. An army of balloon animals waited nearby for their king.
"Y'all tryna get my son to float away, what the hell? He ain't gon' make it to his second birthday"
"Birday!" He ran up to Whitney.
She scooped him up. "Hi, birthday boy!"
"Ma! Toy!" He pointed to his stack of gifts.
"Da da" Nem rolled around the house in her walker.
I picked her up and brought her outside.
She saw the donkey and screamed excitedly. "Daaa! Go!"
"An ass for a pain in one" I looked at her. "Yeah, I'm talking to you, Nem"
Khass slapped the back of my head.
Monica and Kalin were sitting with some bunnies.
Rocky was asleep in the chair with Ella.
"You seen your cake?" I asked Royce.
"My wipe!"
I had gotten him a wipe cake.
I had to at least entertain myself.
"You're a character, Rakim" Whitney commented. "Thank you"
"Thank me for what? That nigga came out of my balls. That's me right here" I picked Royce up.
She provides the pussy to make it happen.
Shit, he could have been anybody's son.
Maybe she should be thanking me.
He yawned.
"Aight, y'all need to go wash y'all dirty ass hands so that we can sing happy birthday to my nigga before he falls asleep!" I demanded.
"Fat muffin!" Amina stole my child, and he laughed excitedly as she showered him with kisses.
I took a look around, and noticed Delaine eyeing my original babymama.
"Ella!" I hollered out.
Delaine looked at me, and looked away quickly.
I thought so.
Wesley was sitting down in the grass with his kid, talking to his babymama.
I walked over to Delaine.
