Da Field small, but we still do it all
We hit da mall, fuck, drank, smoke it all
We shake it off, Club 417, on our way to heaven
In Da Field, don't hit da club till about eleven
Icy chains, pimped out whips, let's take a dip
Let her get that Hen or Patron sip, now she whip whip
Puff, puff, passin', stop gassin', I ain't harassin'
You an ass and you need to roll the grass, on da way...

Grammys were around the corner. A wedding around the corner. Mall to open later in the year. House to be finished later in the year. Work was still work and she was handling it all.

Her face along with her sisters was plastered everywhere. In magazines, all over social media, everyone was talking about those Six Sexxy Sisters. She never wanted the fame, though some of her sisters loved the attention.

"Girl! I already had haters, now the haters come out at night," Ashley said with a giggle. She was over Icee's house doing Kitty's hair for an event she was attending with Icee.

"Stop it with the Fact Iz songs," Kitty said.

"Can't help myself. Dem boyz always putting out dem hits. Who knew when they were nobodies performing all around town they would blow up like they did. Why do they all have to be fine? That's what sets them apart from all the other rappers out there. Their good looks."

"Well...I think it's their rap style. It's different."

"Ok, because they are always rapping about the ladies, the ice, the money, the sex...what else? Oh, partying, dranking, and getting turnt! Holla Holla!"

"Sounds like you back in the day."

"Back in the day?" Ashley pushed her sister's hair as she was braiding it. "I still gets it down. You think because I'm twenty-eight and have a kid I'm old. Bish!"

"So, has old flames been hitting you up since you became a hot commodity?"

"Old flames? Humph! Let's not go there."

Ashley had a slew of men trying to get with her. Of all the sisters, she was the wildest when it came to men, and that's even over Tennille.

"Did you know NiNi trying to hook up with TA?" Kitty asked.

"Yes, and?"

"She trying to play that boy. She doesn't even like him for real."

"But how is that your business? You have a man, let her live it up and party with several men if that's what she wants to do. She's young. Heck, when I was her age-"

"That's how you got pregnant at twenty-one."

"Judgemental ass," she said, as she finished up the last braid on Kitty's head. "No fro, you like?"

Kitty examined her hair in the mirror. Ashley braided her hair in an intricate cornrow pattern all flowing down her back. Her hair was getting too long to just wear fros and puffs so she was trying to find a new look she liked.

"Least you didn't do them too tight giving me a headache," she said, running her fingers over it.

"Naw. But if you get a weave next time, they will be tight, plus a sew-in, and you'll be popping pain pills for days."

She had never worn weave before. Even before she went natural and had a relaxer, she always had nice thick, long hair.

"We need to glam it up a bit for this event with Icee. I brought some hair jewelry for you. Girl, you will be fly, and if not, give two fucks about it. You got the man, you got the ring."

"Thanks, Ash. Do I still have to pay you?"

"Sister discount," she said, packing up her stuff. "Even though yo ass is rich now."

"Not my money. This is still all Icee's."

"Child, please tell me you are not signing a prenup. If that man fucks up, take half his shit!"

"I don't want Icee's money. I'm making my own."

"Yeah, the brother worth MILLIONS. You ain't stacking paper quite like that yet, lil sister. Get that shit in writing. If a groupie bitch sniffs his balls, you get another mil in your account."

She shook her head at her sister. She was not going to even go there. Even with all the crazy groupies, Bonnie's deranged self, and random chicks trying to check her about her man, she still had faith in Icee.  

Their event was in Springfield. The city was recognizing Icee as a business leader in the community with all his businesses and giving lots of people jobs in fields like entertainment and fashion. Also, his work with Boyz in Field helping the young boys become positive men. It was a big deal for him. Icee loved his city, everybody knew that from all his songs about his city. Show Me Mo, Club 417, and On Da Way to Da Field.

Icee was flying in and flying back out the next day. She was getting dressed when he finally made it home.

"Hey Kitty!" he yelled, walking around the house trying to find her. She ignored him, he did this every time. The house was huge, she was not going to scream till he found her.

"Kitty!" he kept yelling, till he made it up to the bedroom. "Babe!"

"Hey Ice."

"What did you do to your hair? Where's the fro?"

"It's just a hairstyle, can't I switch it up?"

"No," he said, putting his arms around her and kissing her. "You still sexy though. And I missed these lips."

"You need to shower and get ready. We have about an hour before we need to go."

"I want to spend this hour just kissing you," he said, still kissing her. "I know you hate traveling with me, but I miss you every night babe. Just holding you in my arms and watching you sleep. Waking up, seeing your smile. I would give this shit up just to spend time with you."

"Don't say that. I wouldn't want you to."

"I would. I will. I've been thinking about it." He kissed her neck.

"Don't you think that's something we should both talk about? We're supposed to be partners, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then we will discuss it. Later. After you get ready for this awards banquet. You are the guest of honor."

Icee showered and changed and looked so handsome in his black suit. He did not look like the pretty boy rapper turned model. He looked like he worked with the Wall Street guys. For all the entertainment business that Icee did, he was a good businessman when it came down to that. All the work he had done with his business, he did with no formal education in it. He did more with his high school diploma than she did with her college degree. Whatever Icee wanted to do, she was going to be there and support him.

Their limo drove them to the Missouri State University campus where the event was being held at the Plaster Student Union. She had not been back to that campus since she graduated four years ago. It was nice to be there and hearing everyone say good things about Isaac Curtis kept her smiling all night. She was so proud of her man. The mostly white and older crowd did not look at Icee as that rapper that had those nasty songs, they respected him for putting money back into the community.

After the dinner and presentation, there was a meet and greet with Icee and everybody wanted to shake Icee's hand and take pictures with him. She liked seeing him in this light. Not surrounded by groupies and screaming fans.

Of course that all ended as they were leaving the PSU and somehow the students figured out Icee was on campus. Several students were waiting outside screaming and trying to get his attention. Mo State had campus security that kept them at bay, but it still was an ordeal. And Icee being Icee, loved stopping to speak to his fans, even taking a few selfies with them.

Security made sure she was safe in the limo while Icee obliged a few fans. When Icee finally made it to the limo, he laid his head back and closed his eyes.

"I can never give this up. I love it too much."

"I know."

"I mean, the fans get rowdy, but they been my day ones. Especially my hometown fans. As long as I have breath in my body, I'm going to be a performer."

"I knew that. You needed to see that," she said, snuggling against him. "But you also are a great businessman. I saw that tonight. Total respect for you Icee."

"I am the man."

"Shut up, with yo cocky self. Next year...that's going to be me getting that award."

"Oh really?"

"Yes. I'm creating a lot of jobs with the mall. All the work I've done with K-Style Fashions. And if that is not enough, I'll just keep grinding."

"That's my baby," he said, leaning down to kiss her. "This our city baby, we run this city."

A/N: Icee thinking about giving up everything? Yeah, right! It's in his blood to be an entertainer, this is only the start for him