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Then fucking Kiana came walking up with that clipboard in her hand, long red nails tapping against it.

“We ain’t get the release forms from your doctor yet, so you bottle girling until we do.”

I sighed.

“Whatever you want me to do, Kiki.”

She slowly looked up from the clipboard.

“Don’t fucking call me Kiki.”

I chuckled.

“Okay, Kiki.”

“Heather.”

“I’m going!”

I had missed that fucking place.

My phone ringing snapped me out of the memory.

I blinked and looked down at the skillet in front of me.

Right.

I was standing over the stove trying to make myself something to fucking eat while Collin was asleep in his bassinet in the living room.

And of course, I’d barely been home an hour before my mind started going right back to Xavier.

That nigga ain’t text me back last night.

Not one fucking word.

After I asked if he just wasn’t planning to come see his son.

Nothing.

And he hadn’t been by today either.

This nigga really had me fucked up.

I had gone down to the child support office the other day too.

Fuck all that.

I wasn’t threatening him with it anymore.

I went.

Because that little bit of money here and there wasn’t doing shit for Collin.

Yeah, my house was paid off.

Yeah, I made good money before I went out on maternity.

Yeah, I wasn’t hurting.