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Then at my stomach.

I couldn’t have another one of Xavier’s kids.

I knew that.

What I didn’t know yet was exactly what the fuck I was gonna do about it.

I unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out.

Keith was leaning against the wall across from me.

I stopped.

“You been standing there this whole time?”

“Nah. I came back.”

“Why?”

“Because you said your stomach fucked up.”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“Come here.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Well, damn.”

He laughed. “I ain’t mean it like that.”

“You definitely did.”

“You still pretty.”

“Still?”

“Avery.”

I laughed when he kissed my forehead.

“Fuck you.”

“Later.”

I looked at him.

He smiled.

See.

This was the fucking problem.