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I rubbed my forehead.

“Keep your voice down.”

“Don’t tell me to keep my fucking voice down in my house.”

“Heather.”

“No. You come over here for thirty fucking minutes, hold him, kiss him, take pictures and leave.”

“I don’t take pictures.”

“That’s what you got out of that?”

I sighed.

She folded her arms.

“You barely stay long enough for me to take a fucking shower. But I bet if I said come upstairs and let me suck your dick, you’d be hands up, pants down.”

I looked at her.

“Why everything gotta turn into an argument?”

“Because I’m fucking tired!”

A little cry came from the bassinet near the couch.

Both of us looked over.

Collin.

I walked over and carefully picked him up.

He was tiny as hell.

Little brown face all scrunched up, fists balled near his chest.

“Yo, yo. Chill, little man.”

Heather sucked her teeth behind me.

“Don’t tell him chill. He’s a baby.”

“I know he’s a baby, Heather.”

“You act like you don’t.”

I turned around.

“Stop.”

She opened her mouth.

“No. Seriously. Stop and go relax while I’m here. Ain’t no point in us arguing the whole fucking time.”

She stared at me.

I adjusted Collin against my chest.