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Feeling slightly paranoid, Dig a Hole drove around the block several times before pulling into his driveway. Noticing his boo’s car was home he proceeded into the house hoping she didn’t go into their bedroom closet and find the fifty grand he left in the grocery bag on the floor. Upon entering the home he was immediately met by the smell of smothered pork chops. Knowing she wasn’t one to half step when it came to getting down in the kitchen, he started smiling knowing there were several other dishes to accompany those smothered chops.

Quietly creeping up behind her, he playfully smacked her on her apple-bottom-shaped ass. As she turned around, he started rubbing the huge belly protruding from beneath her DKNY blouse while rubbing gently on his babies and kissing all over her neck knowing this is what she liked him to do.

This being his first child had him overwhelmed with joy because not only was there going to be one, there were two! At times he would allow himself to slip into thoughts of taking the half mil he had stashed and moving down south with his boo and soon to be babies, simply because it would be a safer place for them to raise their children. He visualized living a normal life, being able to ride with his kids and not fear retaliation from something him or one of the guys did.

But hey, that’s another life. His reality is “it’s Bogus-Motherfucken-D-Siple ‘til the world blows up, and this is his city.” To leave it would be giving what was his away; something he couldn’t imagine doing. So if the bitch niggas wanted his city, or him, they better come with them choppers blazing, because it’s a known fact he keeps a banger and it stays cocked and ready for whatever comes his way. It was a hobby sending bitch-made out-of- town niggas back home in pine boxes or plastic bags. Many of the unfortunate ones have yet to be found.

Coming back to his present mind, he asked Candyce, “How long before dinner’s ready?”

She replied with a look that told him she wasn’t in no rush. Laughing it off he proceeded up to their bedroom to see if his stash had been disturbed. Seeing it hadn’t been touched, he moved it to the secret safe he had hidden in the wall. Putting the fifty racks in there, he made sure it was closed and secure and decided to relax and lie down, but not before stripping off his leather Pelle Pelle coat, Sean Jean jeans and sweatshirt, along with the bulletproof vest. He pulled the Mac 11 Submachine Gun from his custom holster, placing it on the dresser, and laid back on his four-poster New York king size bed, contemplating the event the night would bring forth and remembering how this particular lick came about.

KeKe had been dating the head of the Detroit boy’s click for about four months now, gaining his trust by taking trips with him and assisting him with minor transactions; at times even allowing him to cook the shit up in her house. And now was the time to reap the rewards of her labors. This particular cat was a pillow-talking nigga. After getting comfortable with her he revealed his entire operation. The only thing he left out was the info on his connect. He, like many others, fell for KeKe’s pretty hazel eyes, thick thighs and that ass of hers that would put J-Lo to shame. KeKe was the definition of ghetto fabulous. She found out that her trick Steele was giving his workers the night off to go to Auggie’s strip bar in downtown Minneapolis, leaving his spot easily accessible to be hit.

Hearing Candyce approaching with a hot plate of that fire soul food awake him from his deep thoughts and brought him back to his senses. Immediately he grabbed the plate and started to devour the food as Candyce slipped behind him and began rubbing his bald head and shoulders. She threw all her love and passion for Dig a Hole into her massages. She didn’t know much of what he did in the streets, but let him know through her touch just how much she worried for his safety and how much she loved him. It was her silent way of telling him “Please come home safe, I can’t live without you.”

This was a nightly ritual, one that he couldn’t resist. No matter what he was doing he made sure to come home for that bomb ass home cooking and love that only Candyce could give him. Sure he had bitches around the hood that he would order to fix meals and prep for his arrival, but that was only to make them feel like they were worth something - he never really ate their food or gave a fuck about them. These bust downs served a purpose, one they would never have seen coming. Candyce had his heart and she had a natural instinct of putting your boy at ease with the touch of her hands.

He knew she loved the gratification it gave her to know that no matter what her man was doing out in the streets he always found the time to come home and allow her to spoil him. It was her way of giving him back the piece of mind that he gave her after her father’s death. She was forever indebted and devoted to him for all that he has done. Although he was out most of the day, she cherished every moment she had with him and made him feel like a king when he was home. He knew for the first time in his life Candyce loved him unconditionally for him, not for what he was in the streets, and would never betray him.

Finishing off the plate rather fast, he glanced at the clock noticing it was almost six o’clock. Getting straight up and walking over to the dresser, he grabbed his entire black Dickie outfit with black Air Force Ones and looked over at his Boo.

She asked, “Where are you going?”

Knowing that it would only lead to upsetting her even more, something he tried not to do because of her pregnancy, he headed out the door without answering.

Not one to question him for his actions, Candyce watched Dig a Hole walk out their bedroom door without a word or resistance. As soon as she heard the front door close, a tear fell from her eye and she said a silent prayer to her Savor pegging him to allow her children’s father and her world to come home safely.

She couldn’t quite explain it but she couldn’t help but think that her two little babies inside her started to toss and turn in the same rhythm that her worried heart was rampantly beating. This started to alarm her even more; although she was extremely concerned for her man, she knew she had to calm herself down and relax her babies. If she were ever to lose his two precious babies, she would never be able to live with the disappointment of letting Dig a Hole down knowing that she couldn’t control herself and deliver his babies safely into his world.

Candyce shook it off and quickly went downstairs to the kitchen and prepared a soothing cup of tea to help relax herself. When it was ready, she sat at the kitchen table and began rubbing her babies, singing “If You Can’t Come, Send One Angel Down” a song her mother used to sing to her when she was a young girl.

Dig a Hole was all she had in this world, her only family. As she sat there singing and rubbing her belly she wished so badly that she had her mother to talk to. Even though he treated her so well and made her feel like she was the most important person on the earth, it was so lonely when he was gone, especially now that she was soon to become a mother.

So many things were running through her mind, she was an only child and didn’t have any experience with babies. Not being able to share her feelings, concerns and happiness with her mother weighed heavy on her heart. She found herself more and more lately speaking out loud to her mother, asking her for her advice on motherhood.

Feeling more at ease, Candyce started to clean up the kitchen and decided to call it an early night.