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"And I know that sounds stupid, but I want to share everything you love with you. Every piece of your life, I want to be a part of, and how can I be a part of a life that I didn’t help create? We have a beautiful home, thriving businesses, and a beautiful, perfect little girl together.”

She dropped her head for a moment.

“But then in one sentence, I got reminded that you had an entire life without me. There was a Hov without Ciara, and it just doesn’t sound right. I always wanted to carry your son. I wanted your son to be my son, and I wanted to love your first born just as much as you do. As I thought we were doing with Faith. How am I supposed to do that now if your first born isn’t mine?"

A tear dropped down her cheek that I caught with the back of my finger before it fell too far.

“Baby, listen. What’s mine is always yours, and you know that. I had plenty of things before I met you that I have given to you to share, including my whole fuckin heart.” I touched across my chest.

“If Rj is my child, then I hope that you will accept him and be a mother to him as you are to Faith. What’s mine has always been yours. My child belongs to you even if you didn’t give birth to him.”

“I’m not sure Jasmine would appreciate that.”

I looked over at Jasmine in her mother’s arms.

“With all due respect because I know she’s going through it right now, fuck Jasmine. You are my wife, and I care about your feelings first. Jasmine will have no other choice but to understand that, and if she doesn’t, then she will have a problem with me. A problem that will never touch you ever. That's on everything.”

I looked her in her eyes, and she nodded her head.

Ciara stayed quiet for a while after that, staring toward the hallway RJ was down.

Then she looked over at me.

"What about your boy out there?"

"Who, Crew?”

“Yeah. He got a lot dumped on him today, too. Did he know that you and Jasmine had anything going on in the past?"

I shook my head.

"Nah."

“Well then that is even more of a reason for you to go out there and talk to him.”

“You're right. I’ll go out there in a little while.”

“No Jehovah, go out there now, baby. That’s your brother, and you need to make it right.”

I agreed with her and then stood up from the chair stretching before leaving her side.

I walked out of the lobby doors and spotted Crew standing by his car with his arms folded across his chest. Ciara was right and I needed to approach him like a man instead of running from the shit.

While I was walking up to him, he was staring in another direction like he didn't see me coming, but I knew better. This nigga wasn't the type to stop watching his front, back, and sides at all times.

When I got close enough to talk, he started shaking his head before I could open my mouth.

“Nigga, I don't want to talk about that shit right now. Just let me be.”

“Nah, I can't do that, bro. We need to discuss this shit like men. Last time you and I were at odds, we let shit drag on too long, and we don't need to do that right now.”

Crew laughed through his nose and looked down at the ground while rubbing his hand across his beard. Then, in one quick motion, he pulled his gun from his waist and held it toward the ground. He never pointed it at me, but he gave me a look that said he would.

“Why shouldn't I murder you, Hov? Because I love you like a sibling? Because you and I have been through too much shit and are supposed to keep it one hundred with each other?”

He bit his bottom lip, but this shit didn't faze me. Crew didn't really want to shoot me, and I could tell. He was hurt, and I understood that, but both of us being hot headed wasn't going to solve anything.

“Can't we just discuss this shit like men without guns being drawn?”