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“Why you look green as hell?”

Here we fucking go.

“I’m good.”

Sam immediately came over.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

She put her hand against my forehead.

I almost slapped it away.

“You feel warm.”

“Sam, I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Then Xay had the fucking nerve to walk over.

“You good?”

I looked at him.

This nigga.

Of all people.

“Perfect.”

That made him pause.

Keith looked between us, but thankfully didn’t seem to think anything of it.

My mother waved her phone.

“Can everybody stop diagnosing Avery so I can finish taking my damn pictures?”

Thank God.

Amanda took about fifteen fucking pictures because apparently one wasn’t enough.

“Ma, that’s enough.”

“No, Carter moved.”

“They’re babies. They’re gonna move.”

“Okay, one more.”

“You said that four pictures ago.”

“Shut up.”