“Relax, baby. Get some sleep,” Ocean suggested. “I don’t wanna leave you up alone,” I said. “You not. This is the type of shit that brings me peace, kicking it with y’all.” “Not winning yet another super bowl the third time in a row?” “Shit, that too.” He chuckled softly as not to wake either of our sons. “But you and these little niggas will always take the cake.”
