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“You got all these cords attached to you.”

At one point I just stared at her.

She caught me.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You keep doing that shit today.”

“Doing what?”

“Staring at people.”

I looked away.

Because what the fuck was I supposed to say?

I’m looking at you because you’re taking care of me while I give birth to your husband’s baby.

There was no funny way to make that shit sound.

No cute way.

No way to make myself less fucked up.

Samantha had been running around for me since my water broke.

And Xay had been fucking me for almost three years.

There was about to be a whole human being here because of it.

That shit hit different laying in a hospital bed.

Sam handed me another cup of ice.

“You sure you don’t want me to call him?”

I chewed a piece.

“No.”

“You don’t want him here?”

“I don’t know what the fuck I want right now.”

She frowned.

“And you don’t even know who the daddy is,” I added quickly.

Her face softened.

“I know, I was only trying to help.”

Thank God.

She thought I meant she couldn’t understand because she didn’t know who he was.