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And I was happy as fuck for her.

“Bitch!”

Heather spotted me from across the room.

“Finally!”

“I got four kids!” I yelled back. “Be grateful I came!”

She laughed.

I made my way around hugging everybody before I could even get to her.

My mother, Andrea, caught me first.

“An hour and a half late, Samantha?”

“Hi, Mommy.”

“Don’t hi Mommy me.”

“You look pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Where my grandbabies?”

“Didn’t even ask how I’m doing.”

“I can see you.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Zion! Amari! Come say hi to Grandma.”

That got her off me.

I finally made it over to Heather, hugged her carefully around that big-ass stomach and kissed her cheek.

“You look so pretty.”

“I’m ready for this nigga to come out.”

“I know you are.”

“Two more weeks.”

“You might not make two.”

“Don’t say that shit.”

I laughed.

For the next little while, I floated around.

Talked to family.

Ate.