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“Bitch, yes.”

I pushed myself up and waddled my big ass toward the bathroom.

Every three fucking feet somebody stopped me.

“Congratulations!”

“You look so pretty!”

“When are you due again?”

“Look at that belly!”

“Thank you.”

“Two weeks.”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Smile.

Smile.

Fucking smile.

By the time I finally reached the hallway leading toward the bathrooms, I was ready to lock myself in a stall for twenty minutes just so nobody could talk to me.

My hand touched the bathroom door.

“Heather.”

I closed my eyes.

Of fucking course.

I turned around.

Xavier.

“What the fuck do you want, Xavier?”

He looked behind him before walking farther into the hallway.

“I told you I wanted to talk to you.”

“After you said congratulations to me like I was your fucking coworker and not the mother of your fucking son?”

His face tightened.

“Would you shut the fuck up about that?”

I stared at him.

Then laughed.

Not because shit was funny.

Because wow.