Bruuuuuh the ring in the media so mfn sexy mane. Lol anyways...

Beside every king is a bad ass queen, so girl let's make this chess move. - J. Cole

ZAYA

Prod just pulled up to the hospital. I look over at him. "You coming in?" I ask him. He shakes his head no. "I don't want to but if you want me to, I will." he answers. I sigh then look back at Chevy then shake my head. He's knocked out sleep with his pinky finger in his mouth. Eighteen years old still sleeping with his pinky in his mouth. That's a shame.

"I was gonna ask big baby back there if he wanted to come in with me." I say, frowning. "Let me wake him up for you then, baby." he says, slightly smirking. He pulls his pistol out then shoots into the seat right next to Chevy's head.

Chevy jumps up screaming.  "Craig, what the hell?" I scream at him. "My baby wanted you." Prod nonchalantly says, then turns around in his seat as if he didn't just almost shoot his son in the head.

"Daddy, are you serious?" Chevy yells at the top of his lungs, shaking and crying. I don't even blame him. "Always doing some unnecessary shit!" I snap at him, then get out his car making sure I slam the door behind me.

He starting to irritate me so bad playing so damn much. Chevy gets out. "That nigga irk me, mane!" he snaps. "Same here." I groan. Prod hops out the car. "Zaya, why you been so irritated lately?" he asks me. Everything has been getting under my skin lately and I honestly don't know why.

I roll my eyes. "I'm good." I answer, walking into the hospital doors.  "Me and Chevy just gone go visit Reshawd while you go check on yo half dead boyfriend." he says, chuckling. I flip his ugly ass off then head to the elevator.

I walk into Tyler's room. He's sleeping. My eyes tear up. He shouldn't even be laying in this bed right now. He didn't even deserve this.

I go shake him to wake him up. "Lady, I said I didn't want that nasty ass hospital food." he groans without opening his eyes.  I laugh. "Those pain killers got you high as hell." I say, smiling at him. His eyes light up and a huge smile spreads across his face. "Beauty!" he exclaims, struggling to keep his eyes open. He is high as hell right now. I wonder what they gave him.

"Hey, baby." I say. He grabs my face then kisses my lips. "I'm glad you're okay." I say. "I'm perfect now." he says smiling at me.

The door opens. I roll my eyes as Prod and Chevy walk in. "Why the fuck are you here. You inked up bastard!" Tyler snaps. "Ya inked up bastard." Chevy mocks in a country voice, laughing.

"Nigga, fuck you. Shut up before you leave out this mothafucka in a body bag. Imma give yo ass a toe tag, bitch ass nigga." Prod calmly says.

Tyler flips him off. Prod walks over and twists Tyler's middle finger until it breaks, sending him in an uproar of screams.

I slap his ass in his face. "Nigga quit! He's clearly gone off the medicine!" I scream. "Zaya fuck that nigga! Fuck him!" he yells, then punches a hole in the wall. "Fuck him! I'm constantly losing my damn mind trynna figure out why I ain't good enough for yo ass no more, stressing over you and shit! Fuck the mothafucka, shit!" he hollers at me, then storms out the room.

Chevy makes an O with his mouth. "Well, uh... Rick Ross has titties." he awkwardly says, scratching his head.

I shake my head at him. Tyler looks at me. "If you don't want to be with me, tell me because I will fucking lose it if you play me for that mothafucka." Tyler says.  "White dude, chill. Ion wanna see you go down, bruh." Chevy warns him.

"I love him but I wanna be with you." I say. "Make up your mind then." he says. I roll my eyes then walk out.

PROD

I'm in the car smoking a blunt. I turn the radio up then shake my head, listening to I Wanna Know By:  Joe. I be trying to do right to please her but it's like it goes unnoticed.

She walks out the hospital then gets in and stares at me. "What?" I ask. "Move on." she bluntly says.

I look at my blunt. Did I fuck around and put something in this hoe? I know she didn't just sit here and say that.

"What?" I ask her. "I said move on. When I fucking wanted you, where were you? Cheating on me! You can't accept the fact that I'm ha-" I cut her off by snatching her to me and kissing her. She starts kissing back as tears roll down her face. "Craig, I can't do him-" I cut her off by kissing her again.  "Zaya, shut the fuck up." I say, then kiss down her neck.

"You talking too much. Moan instead." I say, then start kissing her body while I slide her straps down. I don't care how old we get or how many times we had sex, I can't get enough of her.

Tapping on the window distracts me from getting ready to eat her. I look up. "Fuckin' cock blocker." I mumble, then flip Chevy off.

We riding in silence. Chevy cry baby ass wanted to stay the night at my crib. I just pulled up to Almond's house. "Zaya... stay the night with me, aight? I got a mansion in Orange County. We can get all the kids to come and we'll just spend the night like we used to do when everybody was together." I say. She lightly smiles.  "They're grown... they don't wanna fool with us." she says. I chuckle.  "Mane, I'm grown, but ion wanna live by myself no more so I'm down." Chevy says. "We know yo childish ass down. How bout we get King, Zaria, Célina, Keyair, and Reshawd then? He getting released tonight. I'l get DJ to go get him." I say. She nods her head.

All my kids and grandkids over at my mansion and the shit feel so good. All of them decided to come except Prince and Kwame cause they don't live in California no more but it's all good.

Keyair runs over to me then holds his arms out. I pick him up. He smiles. "Pooted." he says, laughing. I playfully fan my nose. "Eww, lil man, you funky." I joke. He falls out laughing, clapping his hands. Legend crawls over to me then opens his arms. I bend over and scoop him up in my left arm. Him and Legend start staring each other down. I chuckle. I wish I knew what they thinking. Keyair's face turns red then he slaps the shit out of Legend.

Legend starts screaming and crying. Zaya takes Keyair out my arms then lightly hits his thigh twice. "No hitting." she sternly says. "Say you sorry." I say. He looks at me crazy. I raise my eyebrow at him. "Sorry." he says, then lays his head on Zaya's chest. I shake my head. I can tell Reshawd raised him. He only three and defiant as hell, just like Reshawd.

Reshawd rolls over to me in his wheelchair. "Wassup, Reshawd Cripple?" I joke, purposely changing the last name.

He rolls his eyes. "The doctor said I got two weeks in the wheelchair, then therapy for my leg, plus crutches." he whines.

"At least you ain't dead, my nigga. Let me see yo neck." I say. He winces in pain as he turns his neck. I shake my head at the bullet wound. "Mane... you need to thank God. You barely made it. I thought I was gone have to bury you. I started plannin' a funeral." I admit.

He glares at me then chuckles. His eyes trail over to Zaya's ass while she plays with the babies. I face palm myself. He grins. "Daddy... she so sexy to me... like, I don't care what nobody say. She sexy inside and out." he says, blushing and staring at her. I raise my eyebrow then grab his wheel chair handles. "What you doing?" he asks, looking at me crazy. I snatch the handles down, making his chair flip backwards on the floor.

He screams out in pain. All the kids dying laughing at him. "First you shoot next to your son's head, then you flip your injured son's wheelchair. What the hell is wrong with you?" Zaya screams, making everything get quiet.

Juanye' bursts into tears.

I watch her help Reshawd up. He glares at me. I flip him off then chuckle. He grins at me then puts his tongue between his fingers like he eating pussy then points at Zaya while she walks off.

I walk over to him. "You disrespecting the shit outta me, Reshawd. You ain't too old for me to cave yo chest in and don't think cause you in a wheelchair you exempt from an ass whoopin." I lowly say. "We clear?" I ask. He grins. "Crystal." he says, chuckling. He rolls away to where Zaya is.

How the hell did my son fall in love with her? That shit nasty as hell. The same woman he grew up calling momma is the woman he wanna fűck.

DJ picks Juanye' up.  "Come here." I tell him. He follows me out to the kitchen. "You let her go, why?" he asks "Cause she did what any pissed big sister woulda did and she Summer and Juanye momma, mane." I say. He nods his face. "I moved her back In with me." he says, looking away.

I blankly stare at him. "Aight." I say, then walk out. I wanted to cuss him out so bad but I'm working on my anger issues. I be disrespectful as hell, I'm tryin' to work on holding my tongue.

I walk back to the living room where everybody at. Célina plops down on my thigh, then starts tracing the tattoo of Keyair's name on my back. "What you want, baby girl?" I ask her. I can't believe she fourteen now. "Daddy... can I go to public school? Homeschooling and security guards gets boring." she says. I raise my eyebrow.  "I got those guards for yo protection. But uh... ion know about public school. You a freshman and it's  boys and I'll fuck around and get locked up if you fuck with one of them niggas, Célina you know that." I say. She pouts. "Daddy, Reshawd can come too. He's a sophomore, he can help me with my work and keep boys away." she suggests, smiling.

Reshawd rolls over to us. "I don't wanna go to school. I'm good with home school." he says. "Daddy... when I lived with Uncle Tylinn in Memphis, I went to regular school. I miss it, daddy." she whines. I sigh. "Ion know. I'll talk to yo momma and see how she feels." I say. "She already told me I had to ask you since you're the man of the house and what you say goes. Come on, daddy..." she whines. "Quit whining, ion like that shit, you know that Célina." I say. "I'm sorry. But please, daddy." she says, smiling. I blow.  "I'll think about it. Don't bug me for an answer." I say. She smiles then springs off my lap. "You did what I told you to?" I ask. "Yep." she says, grinning. I pull a one hundred dollar bill out my pocket then hand it to her. Tonight gone be the shit, I can tell.

ZAYA

Everybody sitting outside by the pool on the couches out here eating barbecue our chef made for us. It's so good, especially the lemon pepper chicken.

"Yall wanna watch a movie?" Prod asks. "Yes!" Arique, Naly, and Ronnie scream, jumping up and down. Prod chuckles.  "Press play for me, Heaven." he says. The kitchen staff walks out. The video starts playing a slide show of old pictures and a couple videos of me and him on the outdoor theater screen.  "Awwww, look at yall!" Holland exclaims at our old wedding picture.

I laugh, wiping tears out my eyes. It's so simple but this moment is so priceless.

It starts playing the video from when he proposed to me. My eyes widen. I start screaming my head off along with the girls as Mary J. Blige walks out along with Trey Songz singing We Got Hood Love to our family. Trey daps Prod up then hugs me.

Prod grins at me, extending his hand. I stand up. He wraps his arms around my waist tight as we dance to Mary's voice. This song is so relatable. The kids start taking pictures of us.

I'm such a punk, crying in his chest cause I'm so happy right now. I feel so important. "How did you?" I ask. "I'll do anything to make you happy.  Believe that shit." he answers,  then kisses my ear then neck.

"Sing to me." he whispers in my ear, then goes back to kissing on my neck. I moan out cause it feels so damn good. It feels genuine, like he actually values me and I like it.

"Don't you get it? Right now, we're writing history. A thousand years from now, they'll talk about you and me. I know sometimes I go hard for no reason at all. Put your soul through the business and test the weight of your heart. Cause when your back's on the wall and there's a shortage of friends, you know that I'm with you until the end." I sing to him along with Mary.

Both of us and the kids start singing along to the chorus. " You know that hood love is a good love, that's me and you." Craig and I sing to each other. We start passionately kissing while Mary sings the next verse. I'm so caught in the moment, I could take all of his twelve inches right here on the spot with his sexy ass.

His hands move down to my ass. "Ewwww!" Naly, Ronnie, Zaria  and Arique exclaim. That ain't stopping shit, this moment is beautiful.

He pulls me closer, making me feel his erection one hundred percent.  "Now I play tough but not for too long. You are someone I depend on. No matter how I act at times, I could never walk away. I thought about it plenty times, but no one could take your place." he sings along to Trey in my ear.

I smile at him while Mary finishes up. He walks over to Trey then gives him a man hug. He turns around and gets on one knee in front of me with a huge diamond ring shining at me. I can literally see myself in those.

The kids start screaming in excitement. I coulda sworn Reshawd rolled his eyes then fake smiled.

He grabs my hand and kisses it. "No more fuck ups, I swear. I love you and I know you love me too. Let's get married again and this time we gone do it right. No cheating, no lies, no secrets, no niggas, and no hoes. Just me and you, baby. I changed. I want this shit. Imma treat you right, Zaya. I know I used to say it a lot but forreal, mane, this real shit. You trynna be my wife? My knee getting tired sitting down here, baby." he jokes, making everyone else laugh.

My eyes tear up.  "Yes... no? What is it?" he nervously asks me. I open my mouth but it's like it's impossible for anything to come out my mouth right now.

"Prod... I... I don't know." I say, wiping my eyes. The kids faces drop. "What the fuck, what you mean you don't know?" he asks, standing. "It's so soon and... and... look, I'm sorry." I mumble, crying. "I'm just not ready yet." I add.

He looks down then starts breathing heavily. "Look, I'm sorry." I say, going after him. I grab his arm, trying to snatch him back. He pushes me off him. "Mane, get back. Go be with yo half dead doctor boyfriend." he snaps, then kicks one of the lawn chairs off into the pool. He turns around and starts screaming in frustration, throwing tables, chairs, punching the ground and everything.

"Stop! You scaring the kids!" I snap, noticing the younger ones eyes water. He glares at me with a cold stare, the same look He gives niggas before he kills them then shakes his head, angrily chuckling.  "I shoulda known." he says, then walks into the house, slamming the door hard behind him.

I'm too embarrassed to even look at anyone.  I go towards the door. A hand on my shoulder stops me. I look down at Reshawd in his wheelchair.  "Don't go after him, forreal. You got yo reasons, I'm sure. Let him calm down, then yall can talk it out." he awkwardly says, then rolls himself away from me.

I walk to the gabezo then sit down in the center of it, crying in my hands. I forgot all all about Tyler tonight. He was far from the reason for me turning him down.

COMMENT 30

THE RING IN THE MEDIA. THAT BITCH BEAMING MANE

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