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Levin looked at Xay.

Then at me.

Then back at his brother.

And smiled a little.

I didn’t know what the fuck that was about.

Didn’t care either.

I had food to eat.

HEATHER

I was pissed.

And not no, Oh, this is the hormones, pissed.

No.

I was pure, fiery, fury, pits-of-hell pissed.

Because this nigga Xavier had just walked his ass over to me, waited until the people around me moved, gave me a little half-ass hug and said, “Congratulations.”

Congratulations.

Then walked the fuck away.

Like I wasn’t shit.

Like I wasn’t carrying his fucking son.

Like I wasn’t standing in the middle of my own baby shower with egg all over my fucking face, taking pictures by myself, opening gifts by myself and smiling beside a big-ass sign with BABY COLLIN written across it while everybody assumed my baby daddy either wasn’t around or didn’t give a fuck.

Meanwhile, that nigga was ten fucking feet away playing good husband with my cousin.

Standing beside Samantha.

Touching Samantha.

Checking on Samantha.

Helping with their kids.

And I was supposed to smile.

I needed to get the fuck away from everybody before I exploded.

Mentally and bladder-wise because Collin had apparently decided my bladder was his personal fucking trampoline.

“I’ll be back,” I told Taty when she tried handing me another gift.

“You good?”

“I gotta pee.”

She laughed. “Again?”