Page 43 of Beyond The Stars

Qamar chuckled when she winked.

“Where is Belinay?” Noodle asked, looking around for traces of a newborn baby. Her face scrunched when she didn’t see her new little sister-niece.

Now, Qamar really had some explaining to do. Luna grabbed his arm to drag him out of the room. French followed closely behind them while everyone else sat back with wide eyes on Noodle.

“What the fuck, Qamar?’ Luna gritted once they were in Tiny’s office with the door closed. “You left your newborn baby last night to pop back up with another kid attached at your side.”

“Aye, calm down, Luna.” French put his arm out. “Give him time to answer.”

If looks could kill, French would be laid out from the death stare she gave him.

“Last I checked, I was grown as fuck. All y’all need to know is Noodle ain’t mine but that don’t mean I ain’t gone look out for her.”

“What’s her name?” Luna sighed, her shoulders sagging.

“What?” Qamar’s eyes bounced between her and French.

French smirked. “Nigga, what’s her name?”

“Who name?” Qamar was confused.

“You are such a damn lover boy. What’s Noodle’s mama’s name?” Luna crossed her arms across her full chest. Childbirth had done her body good. The once handful of breasts she had were now full and juicy.

Slowly, a smile expanded across his face. Thoughts of Siasia made his heart skip beats. She was so special to him. “Her sister’s name is Siasia.”

“Sister?” French crinkled his brows. “Where her sister at?”

“At Ma house.”

Luna’s arms went up in the air before falling by her side. “The fuck, Qamar?!” He was going to give her a damn heart attack with his rash decisions. “Did you forget Janay, nigga?”

“No.” He gripped the back of his neck, applying pressure to ease the headache that came on when he thought about how he was going to smooth things over with Janay and Siasia. “But she ain’t my girl.”

“You better get him, French. Javen!” Luna called out, ready to leave the men to handle Qamar because he had clearly bumped his damn head. “I swear Stephanie dropped you on your head when you were a baby,” she mumbled, rolling her eyes at Javen as he walked in.

“The hell you did that got my wife mad at me?” Javen asked, looking between French and Qamar.

Javen no longer towered over Qamar. They were almost at eye level now that Qamar was grown. After he turned fifteen, he shot up like a beanstalk and took the sports world by storm.

“It’s a girl,” French blurted with a cheesy grin on his face.

“Ain’t it always a girl?” Javen took a seat in the pink office chair behind the desk.

“But he just had a girl. A whole six pound baby girl.”

“Y’all niggas doing too much.” Qamar exhaled sharply.

French flopped on the small blue sectional. “Nah, baby boy, you doing too damn much. Like give your dick time to breath before you have a gang of baby mamas.”

Qamar kissed his teeth. “Fuck y’all. I know what I’m doing.”

“Then fuckin’ enlighten us.” Javen sat up with his hands clasped on top of the desk. “Because from where I’m sitting, this looks like a fuckin’ episode of Love and Soccer.”

“Nah, Flavor or Qamar,” French added, laughing like he’d told the best joke ever.

“Janay know we ain’t together.” He hunched his shoulders. “She’ll be okay.”

“Where the new girl at?” Javan asked French, knowing Qamar would beat around the bush.

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