Epilogue

JaRue

a year later…

Things have been beyond perfect since Hassan has entered me and Infiniti's life. He has been the perfect husband and father that we could ever ask for. That could be the reason why I was now six months pregnant with our son. That man couldn't keep his hands off of me and I didn't try to stop him. I missed working with The RCF, but I still got to see them since Hassan works so closely with them. All the women are so nice, and I appreciate them accepting me and Journei. Kim and Journei hit it off immediately because they were the only two that didn't have biological kids, and they had matching non-filters.

Today was supposed to be the day of my baby shower, and it was in full swing. Journei along with my mother, her mother, and Hassan's threw us this elaborate baby shower at The Richmond Royale hotel. I've never been here, but I knew it was the latest hotel and owned by Kyandri. His wife Denver did all the decorations, and she brought my boxing theme to life, and I loved every bit of it. All of our families were in attendance and all the Richmonds. It was like we were all one big, happy family. It was time to for me to open gifts and I was down to the last one when Hassan stood up.

"Wait, you got one more," he said with a smile. "Where's my baby girl?" he asked for Infiniti.

"Here, Daddy!" she squealed with Peace and Knight's daughter following close behind.

"Here, baby. Give this to your mama." He handed her an envelope, and she happily passed it over to me.

"You and these envelopes. You know they give me PTSD." I joked.

"Woman, open up the envelope and stop fussing."

Playfully rolling my eyes, I opened the envelope and pulled out a certificate. When I looked it over, it was a birth certificate with Infiniti's name on it, but her last name was no longer Bryers. It was now Ashby. Looking up at Hassan with tears in my eyes, I couldn't believe this man loved me and my daughter that much.

"Why did you do this?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I? She's my daughter, so what did it look like for her to have another nigga's last name. Fuck him. Now everyone in my home has the last name," he boasted.

"How did you do it?" I asked.

"It was pretty easy seeing as though he hasn't seen her or paid child support. All I had to do was to pay him a little visit and have him sign over his rights." He shrugged.

"And he did it willingly?"

"It was either that or perform his own surgery, love." He smirked.

Doing the best that I could, I got up and kissed my husband like we were the only ones in the room.

"Thank you," I said.

"For what, love?"

"For giving me all of you."

The End.