[A/N : I deciced that I will just upload all my Pre-written chapters and focus on my new ones. I havent intended for this fan fiction to be this long cause I want to start a new one maybe with Eazy & Shayla I got something in mind ! But please continue to support and read I truly appreciate it ;) ]

Eric
After leaving the studio with the fellas I finally made my way back to Compton. It took me a good 20 minutes to convince Cube to watch the kids for the evening but he eventually gave in, seeing that he is Erica's godfather.

I parked my truck on the side of the street and hopped out, unlocking the house door and opening it to find Jr In Shayla lap sleeping and Rih holding Erica in her arms while watching Sanford and Son. She turned to me and smiled.

"Shayla needs training but she gonna make a great mom just not now" Rih whispered while handing sleeping Erica into my arms.

"Oh yeah? Ill keep that in mind. Ima go get their bags and stuff ready"

"For what?" Rih questioned me. I looked at her confused.

"w-what? Cube said that yall gonna watch the kids for me and Shayla tonight" I smirked at her scrunching her face up

"Ima beat his ass" she mumbled as she grabbed Erica baby bag.

I lightly chuckled and handed Erica back to Rih. I went in Jr room an packed him a overnight bag and some toys and coloring books to keep him occupied. Long as he got that damn truck he don't need anything else honestly.

I returned to the living room to find Shayla awake and Jr sitting next to her still rubbing his eyes. His eyes widended when he seen me.

"DADDY!" he jumped off the couch and into my arms. I rubbed the top of his head and kissed his forehead.

"Sup man, you behave for Shayla?" I asked. He nodded and hugged me.

"she let me have candy"

I raised a brow at him. Diverting my attention to Shayla. " Is that right?"

"alright come on your god father is waiting for you" Shayla hurried and help Jr put on his Adidas tracksuit sweater, matching his joggers. I chuckled while I help Rih to her car.

"Damn Rih I know you starting out but damn where you find this piece of shit" I laughed looking at her little two door red car.

"Fuck you and your big ass ears you short fucka" Rih flicked me the middle finger.

"alright alright alright stop it yall two" Shayla said as she help strap the babies into their seats.

Rih turned and glared at me. " everyone cant sell dope, make music and get the good shit, some people make a honest living"

I Laughed. "Yeah this shit is a great example. Matter fact I don't want my kids in this shit"

Rih walked to her side of the car. "Shayla ill call you and You motherfucker" she pointed to me. " Go to hell" .

I smiled brightly and gave her the middle finger.

"Kiss my ass" I joked. Shayla and I watched as Rih drove down the street, turning the corner and disappearing. I felt Shayla punch me in my arm.

"Damn what I do" I rubbed my arm laughing, walking behind her back into the house.

"what you ragging on her car for asshole" she chuckled while closing the door after I walked in.

"Fuck all that we alone now, go get dressed and all that fancy shit you do" she looked at me and squinted her eyes.

"where are we going" she asked me.

"you ask too many questions do what I say and go do ya thing" I smacked her ass as she walked away to the bedroom, making her blush.

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|Shayla|

I decided to keep it casual since Eric refused to tell me where we was going. I brushed my hair and left it long as I grabbed my bag and into the living room.

He sat on the couch looking so fine but casually dressed; a LA Sox baseball cap, a black and  white button up polo shirt and some dark blue trouser pants, a gold watch and some black and white Nikes.

"You look Casual" I smiled at him. He eyed me up and down and licked his lips, making my body feel hot.

"Yeah that's what they call me. Nice ass though"

I smacked his arm playfully causing him to laugh. He finally stood up and we headed out to his grand Cherokee and he opened my door and closed it behind me after I got in.

"You don't drive your impala much no more something wrong with it?"

Eric closed his door and put on his seatbelt and placed the keys in the ignition.

"Nah just don't feel like driving it" he turned on the radio looking for something to listen to.

Caught up in the rapture of love Nothing else can compare When I feel the magic of you We stand side by side Till the storms of life pass us by Light my life, warm my heart
Say tonight will be just a start

"Oh this is my shit what baby turn this up" I started dancing and snapping, turning the volume up a little bit. Eric looked over at me, raising a brow while I danced in my seat.

"You like that song huh?" I didn't reply to him and just kept singing along with Anita.

"Why don't you let her sing it" I turned mugged him, while he drove and laugh.

"Im just playing baby. You good" he smirked and merged on the interstate. I hummed along to Anita baker as I looked out the window.

The sun was setting and it was gorgeous as ever. the sky was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow, the clouds faded as I can see a pale moon slightly peak from underneath the pink array. something so simple holds such meaning.  I side viewed Eric as he tapped his finger along to the beat of the song.

How I remember when I couldn't stand this guy and now I'm his girlfriend, I thought to myself and smiled.

Restorante Peppone

|Eric|

We finally made it to the restaurant. It's a real fancy Italian restaurant. I know Shayla may get upset because she gonna feel like she had to dress up or some shit, which is why I aint tell her. we pulled in the parking space and I turned off the car and stared at her, admiring her beauty.

"What?

"I aint say non to you come on" I opened my car door and opened hers and closing it. I interlocked my fingers in between hers as we walked inside of the restaurant.

We were greeted by a tall slender Italian woman with big brown curly hair, wearing a white shirt and black work slacks.

"Hello and welcome to Restorante Peppone. My name is Isabella and I am the host this evening, how are you two feeling? She asked in her thick Italian accent.

"We good" I said and smiled.

She nodded and told us to follow her to be seating. I held Shayla hand as Isabella led us through the restaurant. Shit was pretty nice, maybe I should of dressed up. The booths were red leather and beautiful paintings hung on the walls.

What really set the tone was the dim lighting from the chandaliers and candles lights flickering. It gave the restaurant a romantic, relaxing and comfortable feel.

We both sat down across from eachother In the booth. I felt Shayla eyes on me as Isabella handed us two menus.  Seconds later, a short fair skinned lady with reddish hair appeared. She smiled at us as Isabella spoke.

"This is Lauren, she will be taking care of you tonight. I hope you enjoy your visit and dining experience" Isabella politely smiled and let Lauren take over.

"Good evening, our special this evening is the Tenderloin Sinatra served with our fresh octopus and –"

"What? Did you say octopus? I raised my eyebrow at the server.

"Eric just let her finish"

I looked at Shayla and back at Lauren. " Im saying I don't want none of that shi-"

"ERIC"

"Alright damn man".

"Yes with our grilled calamari sir" said Lauren. I over looked the menu to finally make a decision.

"Eric I don't know what-"

"Order anything you want Shayla" I cut her off before she started tripping about prices.

"Okay ill order the four mushrooms of primavera"

I scanned the price on the menu and scoffed. "The hell you are getting that sh-"

"fine give me a glass of water with lemon" I looked up from the menu and seen Shayla with her arms crossed across her chest like a big baby. I chuckled at her.

"Spoiled ass im just kidding, get the shrooms man"

Shayla gave a head nod to Lauren and smiled. I ordered the Fettucine Verdi shrimps and scallops.

Lauren took our menus and wrote down the best wine they had in the restaurant on her pad and told us she will return shortly.

I gazed at Shayla as she examined her surroundings. A slight smile formed on my face. Its crazy how shit turn out. When we first met, we couldn't stand each other, hell I damn near hated her ass. But getting to know this girl it has been the best thing that has happened to me along with my kids. She's fucking perfect. Our eyes met, causing her to blush a bit.

"why you staring at me?"

I licked my lips and placed my hand on top of hers causing her to look down at them and back up at me. "Im just looking at what I can finally call mines, you so pretty man".

She looked down, blushing heavy and looking up at me with those pretty almond shaped brown eyes.

"I bet them panties wet right now aint they" I smirked.

"Oh god you know to fuck a moment up don't you" she let out a heartfelt laugh. I loved making her smile. That's one sight I love to see.

" Im saying you looking at a nigga all –"

Lauren interrupted. " Hi I am back with your main course and your drinks and the finest wine in the restaurant". She placed our wine glasses down on the table and popped the cork off the bottle for us and lit a candle, sitting it on the table.

"I hope you enjoy your meal if you need anything else just feel free to ask" Lauren smiled and walked off to help other diners.

I used the fork to twirl up some pasta and taking a bite. " This is pretty good babe" I chewed my food and watched Shayla eat her food. She nodded, agreeing while chewing.

After taking a few more bites and drinking this wine, we talked a little bit about everything. TV, the fellas and how my label going and current events in the news.

"I gotta get you a car" I sipped my wine and looked at Shayla.

She opened her mouth to speak but I put my hand up.

"I don't care what you say girl, you getting a car you gotta be able to get 'round. I aint gonna be here all the time to escort you around".

"Eric you've done enough" she sighed. "Besides, I can get a job and save up for my own car I appreciate the fact that you are willing to do such" she batted her eyes at me and sipped her wine.

The thoughts that ran through my head is fucking crazy. The things ima do to her ass when we get home. We finished up, taking home our left overs. I drunk the last bit of contents out the bottle and left a 100-dollar tip on the table for Lauren. I was in a good mood and feeling lucky.