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After this.

After that.

When the time was right.

When the kids were older.

When shit calmed down.

When he figured something out.

Always fucking later.

Then something else hit me.

“I seen Avery looking at us.”

Xavier’s entire face changed.

It was quick.

But I caught it.

My eyes narrowed.

“When you came over there congratulating me like a fucking coworker, she was staring at us.”

He didn’t say anything.

I watched him.

Then it clicked.

Or at least I thought it did.

“So you fucking her too?”

He shook his head.

“Now is not the time.”

I laughed.

“Oh, shit.”

“Heather.”

“No, because that’s funny as fuck.”

His eyes hardened.

“This is your baby shower, right?”

“This is our baby shower.”

“You got one more time to say that shit and I’ma slap the shit out of you, Heather.”

That was the funny thing about me and Xavier.