Chapter 5 #5
Fatherhood had damn sure changed him. If Moose wanted to be in his daughter’s life, nobody was going to stop him.
“If y’all ain’t with me on this, then fuck it. I’ll do this shit on my own.”
“Hold up,” Mozzi called out when Moose stormed toward the door.
“I’m with whatever you on. You just gotta stop and take a minute, bro.
You just got home. First of all, you have to think about Tiara in this situation, right?
Whatever you do after this is going to affect that little girl.
You ready to pick up the pieces of all that? ”
“I deserve to know my daughter.” Moose’s eyes drifted to Iara rubbing her hands against Mozzi’s beard and leaning in to slobber all over him with kisses.
He’d missed that with Tiara, but he wasn’t going to miss any more time.
“You right, you do,” Mozzi agreed, looking down at Rara staring up at him like he was her world.
Or at least part of it.
“Here. Hold your niece for a minute. She been seeing your ugly ass on FaceTime enough.” Mozzi walked Iara over to Moose and sat down next to his wife.
“Yo, she chunky as hell. What you got, protein powder in your breastmilk, sis?”
“Shut up.” Coast rolled her eyes, and he held Iara over his head with both arms.
She laughed cutely, and Moose thought it was the sweetest sound.
“Make sure you save some of that energy. Kara is expecting a shopping spree the next time you see her since you missed her birthday,” Kong noted.
“I already know. I’m flying her to LA. We doing it big!” Moose lowered Rara in front of him, and she clung to his chest. “Damn a dumbbell, I’m just gon’ slide over here when I need a good arm day.”
“Fuck you.” Mozzi snatched Iara into his arms. “She supposed to be fat. Who the hell want a skinny, sickly looking ass baby?” Although Mozzi was holding her, Iara dipped in his arms and held both of hers out for Coast.
She wasn’t interested in mommy and me time; her eyes were strictly on her full breasts.
“Kong taking me home so I can check on Elan. My boy been good?”
“Now that’s a big muhfucka.” Mozzi’s brows pinched together.
“He straight, though. I seen him the other day, but I been having Prime feed him and walk him. I also went through your spot to make sure you ain’t have no party favors other than weed in that muhfucka.
” Mozzi let Coast scoop Iara from his arms before she started having a full-blown fit.
He dug into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out Moose’s pinky ring. His brother bit into his bottom lip, contemplative as he balled his fist in one hand and palmed it with the other.
“Found this in your car, though. You want it back?”
“Nah. Toss that muhfucka.” He pinched the tip of his nose.
“Proud of you.” Kong tossed his arms over his shoulders and gave one a squeeze.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get the fuck out of here. A nigga ready to get back to the money. I been missing out on all kinds of clients being locked up in that place. Some of ’em was willing to wait, but I need to make sure my shop good too.”
“Oh, I made sure Trini was on her shit. She need to take her ass to rehab next, though.”
“I appreciate y’all holding shit down for me,” Moose acknowledged.
“Come on.” Kong nodded for the door.
“Bye.” Coast waved after them, and Iara pulled at her shirt.
Sighing, she shook her head before unlatching her nursing bra like the pro she’d turned into and whipping out her breast. Mozzi always got both turned on and admiring in moments like this. Coast was never finer than when she was in mommy mode, but he could tell it was starting to get to her.
“You want to go out and grab something to eat?” he checked with her, even though he’d brought her exactly what she requested earlier.
He had no doubt she’d smash that too when the time was right. Coast ate like a grown ass man.
“Now?” Coast played with Iara’s hand as she suckled from her nipple.
“Yeah. Just to get some air. You always sitting in here. Taking care of me, making sure Rara straight.” Mozzi’s tongue swiped across his lips, and Coast batted her mocha brown eyes.
She didn’t necessarily feel the most attractive after having her daughter, but she was bouncing back, and breastfeeding was helping. Mozzi loved every change in her body, including the stretch marks. He would kiss all over her if she let him.
“I’m fine, Moses.”
“Baby, you fine as a muhfucka. No lies there.” He stroked some of her thick curls. “I’m just looking out for you. A nigga got a taste for some of them nachos over at El Reyes. You know you love they tacos too.”
Even though she had eaten already, she and Inari got kind of toasted, and tacos did sound good. Rolling her eyes, she glanced at him before peering down at Iara with one hand cupping Coast’s breast as she played with a loose curl from her ponytail.
“Okay. Maybe just for a little while.”
Coast finished feeding her daughter, and Mozzi let her go get fresh before the three of them loaded up in his car for a family outing. His wife’s mental health meant more to him than she knew, and he was going to do everything he could to protect it.