I palmed Myome’s ass and yanked her against me.
“The fuck you doing, Twin?”
“Celebrating your birthday early.” She blinked up at me. “I’ll be on tour for your birthday and you deserve to be celebrated so…” She gestured around.
The space was nicely decorated with a good amount of people in attendance. One of my songs played and I shook my head and hugged her tighter. I wasn’t sure of the last time I did something big for my birthday. I typically just did stuff with my family but this was nice and I appreciated that Myome had planned something to honor me while prepping for a tour that started in less than two weeks.
“Thank you, Yo.”
“You’re welcome, daddy.”
I kissed her and smiled against her mouth before I wrapped my arm around her and walked over to my family. I hugged my parents then Chandler and dapped Hazel, Charm, then Lee.
“Don’t let Chandler get you fucked up out here,” I warned.
He laughed. “You know I’d never put my hands on my wife.”
“You wouldn’t want to,” I said seriously.
“Berlin, stop.” Chandler pushed me lightly and I grinned but reached over and pushed Rome.
“You fucked up for going along with that shit,” I said.
“Man, look. It was the women’s idea.” He shrugged.
“Yeah, alright.” I looked around the packed building again and whistled. “How’d you get this done?”
“Me and Chandler make one hell of a team,” she offered and I smiled.
I loved knowing my woman and family got along well enough for them to speak about shit not having to do with the business.
“Thank you again,” I said.
“You’re welcome. You deserve this and so much more.” She looked up at me and exhaled. “Which is why I got you a little gift.”
“A little gift?” I repeated.
“Mhm.” She nodded and dug into her jacket pocket.
She pulled out two boxes, stacked one on top of the other, and offered them to me.
“You want me to open them now?”
“Only if you want to.”
“A’ight.” I handed her the smaller box, popped the big one open, and whistled. “Damn, Yo.” I looked at the new chain she’d gotten me with a series of nice ass rings lined up beneath it. I whistled. “This how you coming?”
“The one in the middle is an upgrade to your wedding ring.” She bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” I nodded and grinned as I slid my wedding ring off. I slid it into the box and maneuvered the new one on.
It wasn’t flashy which was cool because I wasn’t that type of nigga. It was a nice gold though and matched the band on Myome’s finger. I liked it. Even though I liked my little gas station band because it was low pressure and I could get work done with it on, I liked that she wanted to upgrade me. I appreciated that shit.
“Are you just saying you love it or you really love it?”
“I really love it.” I slid each of the rings she’d gotten me onto a finger, threw the chain on, and tossed the box at Rome, hitting him in the shoulder before I collected the second box from her.
When I opened that one, I did a double take and whistled when the nice ass watch she wore glistened on her wrist.