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Okay, this story has been finished, and from now the posts every week will vary from one or two chapters…I just want to thank all my reviewers for last week's chapter; xo-ChaylorGGQueen-xo, kuropie, googoogrl007, Tracie2004, baby2ludaris, and Siggystar. Thank you all for reviewing and telling me what you thought of the last chapter. I hope everyone enjoys this next installment and please drop a review.

Baby S

Chapter Ten

Chad smiled at his team and clapped his hands together as they all ran over and got in a circle. Troy stood off to the side knowing that this was Chad's own personal thing that he did with his team, he stole a glance a Lucas and tried to mentally prepare himself for the upcoming conversation with Taylor's son. Chad looked at his guys after he had them do their cheer, once that was done he looked at Troy and then over at Lucas. Reaching out Chad grabbed Lucas' forearm. Lucas turned around and looked at Chad and stopped telling some of his teammates that he would catch up with them later. "Yeah, coach." Chad looked one last time at Troy and then back at Lucas.

"I want you to go over your free throws, Lucas, and Troy is going to help you." Lucas narrowed his eyes at the other man who was standing nervously on the other side of the court holding a basketball in his hand while looking nervously at him and Chad. Returning his attention to Chad he frowned and shook his head.

"Are you serious?"

"I really think that you need to talk to him." Chad said softly keeping his voice down. "The man really cares about what you think otherwise he wouldn't be here right now trying to figure out how to smooth things over with you…I know that and so do you. So just talk to him." Chad said, Lucas sighed and looked one last time over at Troy before nodding.

"Fine."

"Good," Chad mumbled and then called over his shoulder. "Troy can you help Lucas here with his free throws."

"Sure." Lucas and Troy both watched Chad leave, Lucas turned around and looked Troy up and down before saying. "So what do you want to say…we both know this has absolutely nothing to do with basketball." Troy looked at him for a moment and tossed him the basketball.

"Fine you got me…but how about you just humor me for a moment huh." Troy asked with a smile as he walked underneath the nearest goal. Lucas raised an eyebrow at Troy and shook his head before dribbling over towards to the free throw line and throwing up a shot making it effortlessly.

"So what is it."

"Let's just shot for a while and then we'll talk." Lucas nodded and shot again, missing Troy reached out and grabbed the rebound and passed it back to Lucas. "You forced your left hand into the shot, Luc…that's why you missed."

"Don't call me Luc." Lucas mumbled shooting again, and frowning as the ball bounced off the front of the rim. Troy grabbed it again and passed it back to him. Placing his hands on his hips he looked at the younger man for a moment and shook his head.

"I'll telling you watch the left hand."

"I'm the free throw leader on the team, Troy. I think I can handle this." Troy nodded and watched as the younger man shot again, and this time he had to hide his smile as he missed yet again.

"I'll telling you it's the left hand."

"And I'm telling you to mind your business I got this." Lucas said firmly as he shot again. Troy watched him miss again and then spoke.

"What's your problem with me, Lucas." He asked mindful not to call Lucas by his nickname. Lucas pounded the ball against the floor and then threw it at the wall behind Troy and the pointed a shaking finger at Troy.

"I don't like it. I don't like you dating my mother. I don't want you dating my mother." He shouted his voice thundering around the entire gym. Troy winced at the harshness that came out of the younger man's voice. Shaking his head he bent and picked up the basketball that had rolled to his feet. While Lucas stared at him angrily from the free throw line.

"Why?"

"What?" Lucas asked stun as Troy just looked at him patiently and asked the question again. Lucas frowned and shook his head at Troy for a moment, before the older man added. "Come the least you can do is tell me why you don't like me dating your mother."

"I…I just don't like it."

"There's always a reason." Troy stated calmly, "There's always a reason why someone doesn't like someone or something."

"Fine then…my dad told me that white men only wanted black women as some type of sexual experience." Troy nodded his head and walked towards Lucas his face serious and stern. Allowing the basketball to fall from his hand and roll across the gym floor. Stopping to stand directly in front of Lucas he looked down at the boy and asked.

"Is that what you think?"

"I don't know my father." Troy waved a hand dismissing his statement and the point a finger at Lucas.

"I'm asking you what you think…frankly I couldn't care what your father thinks. What do you think? Come on Lucas you see me with your mother all the time what type of vibe do I give off." He asked crossing his arms over his chest. Lucas looked at him for a brief moment and sighed.

"You don't give off that vibe at all."

"That's what I thought, Lucas, and you know why I don't give off that type of vibe…it's because I love your mother." He said softly. "I love her so much and I would never use her for any type of sexual experience."

"So you really care about her?"

"That's what I'm telling you man…I've loved your mother since I stopped believing that girls had cooties." He said with a smirk at the memory. "Matter of fact I think I never really cared if your mom had cooties are not."

"Yuck, man…that's too much information." Lucas grumbled but Troy could see the smile on his face. After Lucas finished being disgusted he looked at Troy and sighed before shaking his head. "All that doesn't matter anyway, I don't care if you love my mom man, besides there is something that you never did…"

"What was that?" Troy asked curiously wondering what Lucas was getting out; Lucas looked at him for a moment and just shook his head.

"You never asked me if you could go out with my mother."

"What are you serious?" Troy asked a grin breaking out on his face, as he looked at Taylor's son.

"Yeah, man. You were supposed to ask me if you could go out with her." Troy grinned happy that the conversation was turning out to be the shouting match he had initially thought it would be.

"Sorry, Lucas."

"Hey, it's okay let's just say you asked and I gave you my blessing." Lucas said "Oh and by the way call me Luc." Troy smiled and extended his hand; Lucas looked at it for a moment and then reached out and shook Troy's hand. "You better treat my mom right man. Or I'll be on my porch with a shot gun." He said deepening his voice for affect.

"I wouldn't dream about doing anything but treating her right." Lucas smiled at his answered.

"Then I guess it's alright for you to go out with my mother." He said with a smile, Troy smiled as well thankful that the conversation went so well, and that he had some good news to tell Taylor about his conversation with Lucas.

A week later…

"Baby you know you cook." Troy said as he leaned back in his chair and lightly patted his stomach. Taylor smiled, as Lucas just rolled his eyes playfully. It still amazed Troy and Taylor how Lucas had turned his whole attitude around and started liking Troy.

"Well, it should have been good you ate most of my mother's food." Lucas said matter of factly as Troy just smiled and nodded his head.

"I know good food when I taste it, Luc." Troy then looked across the table at Taylor and grinned. "And I know that your mother cooking is fantastic, and I'm going to eat as much as I can, cause frankly I am tired of eating t.v. dinners."

"I feel you about that…when moms not here I suffer too." Lucas said as he got up and took his plate into the kitchen. Taylor smiled as she watched the two men in her life interact playfully with one another. Troy looked at her from across the table and winked at her and then stood up taking her plate and his into the kitchen. She smiled as she heard them talking in the kitchen to one another. She was extremely happy that her son had accepted Troy into his life. Lucas exited the kitchen first and kissed her cheek. "Mom, I'm going to go upstairs and do some homework."

"Homework, boy who you kidding I know you're going to go and call Olivia." Lucas blushed at her words and shook his head before jogging upstairs. Troy came out of the kitchen and smiled.

"He gonna go call Olivia." Taylor just nodded as Troy pulled her up and out of her seat, and guided her into the living room. "So what are we going to do for the rest of the night." He asked wiggling his eyebrows. Taylor giggled and shook her head.

"Nope we aren't going to do that." He groaned and leaned back against the sofa as if he was dead. Reaching over she patted Troy's cheeks and watched as he opened his eyes and looked at her his blue eyes shining with merriment.

"What where am I? Taylor I just had the craziest dream you said that 'we aren't going to do it.' Thank goodness it was all a dream." She laughed at loud and shook her head at him.

"You are so crazy." She replied. "Beside it was not a dream it was all reality we aren't going to be doing that, especially with my young impressible son upstairs."

"Woman why."

"Oh no you don't…don't you get cave man on me." He smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. Laying her head on his chest she grabbed hold of his hand and smiled.

"So Mister Caveman are you coming with me to Lucas' game on Saturday." She asked he shrugged his shoulders before answering.

"Of course…I can't let you come to that game alone all those men out there will be all over you; beside if you haven't noticed I'm very possessive." He stated saying the very last part very huskily. Taylor just rolled her eyes and sighed.

"You better remember that I'm not a possession." She said with a small bit of a playful attitude. Troy smiled as he remembered him and Taylor having similar conversations back when they were in highschool.

"Oh don't worry I would never think of you as a possession. I'm just very protective of you." He said with an award winning smile. Taylor giggled at him and shook her head for a moment before resting it against his chest. "Now let's watch some basketball games."

"Oh no we don't…at least not on a Friday night…I know ESPN does a double header on basketball games." She exclaimed as she tried to grab the remote out of his hand, laughing Troy held it out of her reach and shook his head.

"But baby you know I love basketball."

"So." She whined, when he didn't budge she huff and laid her head back down on Troy's chest who just chuckle. She could feel the variations from his laughter in his chest. She knew what she was doing however, after a few moments Troy sighed and lowered his hand and handed her the remote.

"Alright we'll watch what you want but no sappy love movies."

"How about Dreamgirls."

"A musical."

"Don't you remember taking me to the movies when it came out on Christmas?" Troy nodded and held her tighter. "Brings back memories doesn't it." She asked knowingly.

"Yeah, it does." He murmured as she turned the channel over to HBO and they settled back for the night.