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“The fuck you mean no?”

“No. That shit Keith’s.”

“It isn’t.”

“How the fuck you know?”

“Because I know when I started fucking Keith again!”

“Fuck.”

Heather was still holding both babies, looking between us like she was watching some fucked-up reality show.

“Damn, you pregnant with another one of his babies?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Man, don’t fucking say it like that,” I snapped.

Avery’s head whipped toward me.

“Like what?”

“Like the baby some fucking disease.”

Heather shook her head.

“This is fucking disgusting.”

I looked at her.

“Stay out of it.”

She laughed.

“Stay out of it? Nigga, I’m holding TWO of your secret children!”

I looked at Carter in one arm.

Collin in the other.

That shit looked bad.

Real fucking bad.

Avery folded her arms.

Heather stared at me too.

For once, I didn’t have shit to say.

Then Heather shifted Carter higher.

“Sam needs to know.”

My head snapped toward her.

“No the fuck she doesn’t.”