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"I'm sorry we can't go anywhere fancy for your birthday, babe," Nai pouted. Today was Armani's 25th birthday, and they were seated at a restaurant that he'd been wanting to try for a while. They couldn't travel like they usually did on birthdays, since Nai couldn't fly, nor could they go on a little road trip since she was already overdue.
"Baby, don't apologize," Armani responded. "I'm not disappointed, I get to spend the day with my baby and my babygirl, I'm good," he assured her.
"I wanted it to be extra special this year though, it's your 25th!" she said.
"This is special. Every birthday I get to spend with you is special, mamas," he winked, making her blush.
"You're such a flirt, babe," she giggled. Ever since they first met, he never stopped flirting with her, it was just something he did. He enjoyed making her blush and giving her butterflies in her stomach, just to see the look on her face when he said something slick.
"When you got a wife that's pretty like mine, you can't help yourself," he shrugged, and she just continued blushing.
They continued at dinner, laughing and joking around until it was time to give Armani his present. At first she couldn't think of what to give him that she hadn't already given him for a previous anniversary or birthday, or Christmas. But after some thinking and planning she found one a few days ago that he'd love.
"Okay! So I know you never got to see the Lakers before," she prefaced while he opened the envelope. "So, I got you tickets to see them when they play the Hawks, this Friday," she smiled when his jaw dropped. "And I got you something to wear to the game, of course,"
His eyes went wide and he dug through the bag quickly. He already had a Lakers jersey but he had wanted another one for some time now. So when he pulled out the white and gold 24 jersey, he nearly passed out. Everyone knew Armani loved Kobe, everybody loved Kobe, but especially Mani. His jersey was an old 32 that he got from his dad when he was 15.
"You're lying. This mine for real?" he looked at her and back at the jersey. She nodded with a smile and a huge grin broke out on his face. "Are you serious, baby?! Thank you, man, I love it," he said excitedly.
