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Because clearly my husband had forgotten.
Xay looked me up and down again.
This time slower.
“You wearing that?”
“Clearly.”
“That shit short as fuck.”
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“I took it as one.”
“Sam.”
I walked past him.
He turned with Serenity still against his chest.
“You going out dressed like that to some bar?”
“Yup.”
“With Nesha?”
“Yup.”
“What bar?”
I stopped at the bedroom door and looked back.
“Why?”
“The fuck you mean why? I’m your husband.”
“And I’m your wife. Still don’t know what happened to your face.”
His jaw tightened.
Mine didn’t.
Exactly.
I headed downstairs.
Zion and Amari were arguing in the living room. Michael was standing on the couch when he knew damn well he wasn’t supposed to be, and some loud-ass cartoon was playing on the TV.
“Michael, get down.”
He dropped onto his butt immediately.
“Thank you.”
“Mommy, you pretty!” Amari said.
