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“And bring whatever you were bringing before.”

“Bitch, I just had a baby.”

“And?”

I laughed.

“You lucky I love you.”

“I know. Bye.”

“Bye.”

I hung up.

Thanksgiving at Levin’s.

That meant everybody.

And now we were all about to be sitting under one big-ass roof pretending to be one happy fucking family.

Perfect.

Almost too fucking perfect.

A cry came from the living room.

I closed my eyes.

Of course.

The second my food was done.

I turned the stove off and fixed my plate while Collin’s little cry turned into a full complaint.

“Yes, Collin! I’m coming!”

He cried louder.

“Milk machine is coming! Damn!”

I carried my plate into the living room and put it on the coffee table before lifting him from the bassinet.

“Greedy little boy.”

He immediately started rooting against my chest.

“See? Don’t even say hi. Just straight to my titties. A man in the making.”

I sat back on the couch, adjusted myself and got him latched.

He quieted instantly.

I grabbed my plate with my free hand.

I’d made myself some salmon, rice and asparagus. Cute little meal too. Something that made me feel like a functioning adult instead of somebody who survived off DoorDash and snacks between feedings.

I took a bite, then reached for my phone.