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Then back at the note.

Something inside me just…

Changed.

Not broke.

Changed.

Because once again, Samantha’s house needed something and Xavier fucking ran.

Her child needed him?

Run.

She called?

Run.

Something happened at home?

Run.

And I was supposed to sit here with his newborn son and understand.

I had been understanding for almost three fucking years.

First it was bad timing.

Then it was I’m working on it.

Then Sam got pregnant with Serenity.

He couldn’t leave her while she was pregnant because that would make him fucked up.

Then she had the baby.

Couldn’t leave immediately because she was postpartum.

Give her some time, Heather.

Then it became⁠—

When Collin gets here.

That was the one.

When our son got here, things were supposed to change.

I looked over at the bassinet.

“Well, bitch.”

Collin stretched in his sleep.

“You here.”

The doorbell rang.