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Monya—as do I, but I would prefer if she just let me and Jason handle this. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to Janet, or my moms, ’cause we both know where there’s one there’s the other.”
    Cartier fidgeted in her chair and then continued. “And I really hate to keep asking Janet to be patient, but that’s what she has to do for right now.” Cartier shook her head. “And forget about me and Jason keeping on the low. It took all of seventy-two hours for the whole world to know we were back but fuck it . . . what can you do?”
    A few hours later Cartier was packed and ready to go. She leaned in and kissed Monya’s forehead. “As soon as you walk out of here, I’ma whip your ass for all the stress you’ve put me through. But I’ll let you get your weight up first. Love you, bitch.”

Chapter 6
    Brush Your Shoulders Off
    Cartier awoke to an empty living room. The Christmas toys that were under the tree last night were no more. Her heart plummeted as her mind tried to focus on the obvious. Not wanting to wake up the kids only to have them distraught, she went and shook Jason awake.
    “Jay, get up. I can’t find the kids’ toys.”
    Jason turned over with a huge grin on his face, and immediately Cartier was relieved. She didn’t know what her husband had done with the toys, but by his reaction, she knew it was all good.
    “Are the kids up yet?”
    “No. I didn’t wake them, but you know when they come out to see what Santa brought them and don’t see shit, they’re gonna flip.”
    “Go get everyone up and get dressed and—”
    “What’s going on?”
    “Don’t ask me any questions. Just do it. I promise you it’s all good.” Jason gave Cartier a soft kiss on the lips. “And Merry Christmas, wifey.”
    “Merry Christmas, hubby.”
    ****
    The five-bedroom, three-thousand-square foot beachfront house on Long Beach, Long Island nearly stopped Cartier’s heart. The whole ride to their final destination, the kids couldn’t stop asking where they were going, and where was Santa?
    “Jason, what are we doing here?” Trina asked, perplexed.
    Jason shut off his ignition, pausing for theatrics. “We’re home.”
    Cartier’s grin stretched as long as a football field. Was Jason telling the truth? Were they really going to live in this exclusive community? Had they really moved from the hood into this mini-mansion?
    “Ma, what’s wrong? Why you just sitting there?” Jason asked, suddenly second-guessing his decision to get the house and surprise his family.
    “Wrong? No, baby, it’s all right. I cannot believe you did this for us. I’m sitting here stuck on stupid but in a good way. Now this is how I want to be treated.”
    “Well, I know when you say ‘we’re home,’ you mean, me too, right?” Trina already envisioned herself living in the lap of luxury.
    “Yeah, Trina, there’s enough room in here for all of us. We got five bedrooms up in this mutha!”
    After everyone got out of the car, Jason escorted them into the house. The first thing the kids saw was their presents under the Christmas tree. In the middle of the night, Jason had carefully moved all the toys from Brooklyn into their new house. As the kids went crazy ripping into their presents, Jason showed Trina her new bedroom on the main floor.
    Trina couldn’t believe the opulence. She actually had a bathroom in her bedroom along with a walk-in closet.
    “Trina, this is called an on-suite, where you have a bathroom and walk-in closet in your bedroom. This the new shit that’s out now.” Jason couldn’t wipe the cocky smile off his face if he was paid to. He felt like a real man taking care of his family in the right way.
    Trina, being a bit overdramatic for Cartier’s taste, dropped down to her knees, tears streaking down her face, and kissed the imported Carrara marble floor. “I didn’t think I’d ever live in anything like this in my lifetime. Jason, you’re the best son-in-law I could ask for, and