A/N: So we meet again everyone. I'm back with this story. After a long wait, here is the next chapter.

Travis above.

"Now... we have a decision to make Lee. Are we going with the blue socks or the purple socks. Speak now or forever hold your peace."

Lee stares widely at the two options presented before her big eyes. A soft giggle comes from her body as she grabs at the pair of blue socks. Rhys smiles at his daughter's antics and places her selected socks on. Rhys can not believe how big his little cub has gotten in the past week. She has begun turning over on her belly and trying to crawl to her freedom. He couldn't help but feel his heart strings tug everytime he sees her move like upside down turtle.

Rhys picks up Lee from the ground and carries her into the kitchen. It being the weekend, and trying to earn some extra cash from Henderson, the three boys were outside cleaning both Henderson and Trents cars. Rhys, with Lee held tightly in one hand , brought out a bucket filled with soda on some ice.

"Yo Ty stop it before I beat your lanky ass."

"Beat my ass? J you got to be fucking tripping balls thinking you can beat me!"

Both boys shout in protest as they are both soaked by the high pressured hose. They both groan and glare at a satisfied Malik who just shrugged and made his way over to Rhys.

"Don't think hiding by your wife Malik gonna stop me from getting you back.", Jordan laughed. Ty smacked the back of Jordan's head which sparked a new soap and rag battle with the two boys.

"When do you think they will grow the fuck up?", Rhys asks. Malik gives them a look of disappointment and shook his head.

"Think Eli might grow up before them."

Speaking of Eli, Eli has been making his presence know in the community as of late. He has been hanging out with other kids his age after school and even brought home a flyer to join the junior track team which he is currently attending his first practice for . Rhys is proud of Eli finally opening up more to others. However, he is a bit lonesome without his continuous presence.

Suddenly, a loud blaring stereo of some trap song came blaring through the neighborhood. A black lowriding car pulls up diagonally into the driveway. Besides, Rhys, who was in obvious confusion, everyone else seems unphased by this introduction. In fact, Jordan was smiling widely at this newcomers appearance. The music soon came to a stop as the door opened revealing a tall olive skin male.

From the looks of it, the male looked South Asian. His hair was styled back with some gel with some graphic line designs on the side. He was dressed in some classic streetware style and had the cleanest white air forces he has ever seen.

The male greeted Tyler and Jordan as if they were close. Rhys thinks if Malik was closer he would greet him the same way.

"Ay, Travis, where you been man? You said you were only going to be gone for a week. Hell it's been forever.", Ty says looking the male up and down.

Travis smiled. "Yeah, that what my parents told me. But you know them. Say we heading to my cousins wedding and next thing I know I'm balls deep in some Aunty's friend daughter's and so forth. " he says with a cherry voice but his face showed differently, "It was just crazy. But hey, I'm back so let's not study on all that other shit.".

"Hey its cool. I feel ya. Things have been hectic here.", Jordan says. His eyes involuntarily landing on Rhys.

Travis follows his line of sight and focuses on Rhys. His eyes goes up and down only stop by the baby.

"Uh Malik, you got busy and got a man pregnant and didn't tell me?", Travis says making his way to the two. "Actually, you may need to get Murray on this shit cause this baby ain't matching up."

"Kid ain't mine Travis", Malik said flatly.

"I can fucking tell that kid ain't yours.", Travis eyes level up to Rhys. "So what your situation red, you a new groupy?"

"I'm Rhys. And you are Travis right?"

"Oooo you got a Westsider. How cute.", Travis grins and pinches his chin. Malik flicks his hand off of Rhys placed a distance between the two.

"Alright! I could see that you two are involved. I'm no homewreaker." Travis say holding up his hands backing away.

An awkward tension filled the parking lot before Jordan punches Travis in the arm.

"So you coming back school. If so, sorry to break it to ya but basketball tryouts closed." Jordan joked.

"Eh, it cool. Kinda trying to focus on my studies as my mom continues to push."

Tyler feigns a heart attack. "Travis Patel studying? The devil is a damn lie. "

"Hey take it from me. This our last year and unlike some of you all, I got things I wanna do in my life." Travis pointed. His eyes cast off down the street and linger for awhile. "Um...you think Kique home?".

It was Jordan turn to be the grinning fox. "Why? Gonna try talking her up again? You know she a tough one."

Travis rolled his eyes, "Fuck off J. I just want to check up on her. " Travis daps up Malik and Tyler before turning to get in hid car. "Check y'all at school."

"Yeah later!"

The trap music refills the roads again as the car speeds off down the road. Rhys looks up at Malik but Malik has already moved back to the car he was cleaning.

'Kique you got your hands full.', Rhys thought.

"Ey Rhys, ain't Eli's practice over?", Jordan says from his squated position behind the car.

"Sh.....shoot! Yeah. Thanks. Good luck with the cars!" Rhys says as he rests the bucket with drinks down.

He makes his way down the street to the track field a block and half down. The weather was cooling down as the winter months approach. Cool wind and minimal sun made it a nice day for a walk with Lee. Lee, who has been dozing off since he began walking, slept peacefully on his shoulder. As Rhys approached the field, he spots Eli doing a jog around the track. Something in Rhys felt uneasy looking at Eli's face. He seemed unsettled. His jog was chopy and his eyes keeps glancing back very often.

That's when Rhys found the reason. Standing there in a short pants and white Addidas shirt stood a man that sent chills down his body everytime. He wore shades, but from the tingling on the back of his neck, he knew that he has been spotted.

A toothy grin encapsulates his face. Broad shoulders tense as he approached the frozen red head. A shadow growing bigger as it casted a shadow over Rhys' body.

What could Rhys do?

"Nice to meet you again Rhys.", a voice filled with heat.

"Officer Oscar."

A/N: Question. What song do you all think Travis was listening too.