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“Nothing,” Avery said at the same time.

Sam frowned.

“Mhm.”

Then went right back to the diapers.

I shifted on the couch and rubbed the side of my stomach.

Collin had been low all fucking day.

Real low.

I felt like this nigga was sitting directly on my bladder.

Sam glanced at me.

“You good?”

“Yeah. He just heavy.”

“You been having contractions?”

“Braxton Hicks.”

“How often?”

I stared at her.

“Don’t start nursing me.”

“I’m asking.”

“And I’m answering. Braxton Hicks.”

Avery laughed.

“She been a nurse for five minutes and think everybody her patient.”

“Five minutes?” Sam snapped. “Don’t call me when Carter got a fever then.”

“I got Google.”

“Google gonna tell you she dying.”

“Exactly. Then I’m calling you.”

We all laughed.

I looked down at the little blue sleeper Avery had just folded.

Then Samantha sighed.

“I’m not fucking Xay.”

Both me and Avery looked at her.

Fast.