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I gasped and snatched the sleeper from him.

“You know what? You can get out,” I said playfully.

“Out of my own bed?”

“Yes,” I said as I rolled my eyes and smirked.

He laughed and pulled me closer before I could move away. I kissed him, then folded the sleeper and placed it back in the bag. I took out two receiving blankets, a pack of diapers, and the little hat that matched his coming-home outfit. Malik picked up the hat and turned it over in his hands.

“This supposed to fit on his head?”

“Yes, baby.”

“This shit looks like it belongs on a damn doll.”

“You’re going to say that about everything I take out of here,” I said with a laugh.

“Because everything is little as hell.”

He was acting like this was our first time having a kid. When I think of it, he acted this way with all our children. He set the hat beside him and reached into the bag for a pair of socks. He held one up between two fingers and shook his head.

“These ain’t staying on his feet.”

“Probably not.”

“Then why are we taking ’em?”

“Because I want my baby’s feet covered,” I said with a pout.

He looked at me for a second before dropping the socks back into the bag.

“Aight, Ma.”

I smiled and continued checking everything. I had toiletries, a change of clothes, my phone charger, and the folder with my hospital paperwork. Malik asked where I’d put the folder, and I showed him the side pocket.

“What about the car seat?” he asked.

“It’s downstairs by the front door. MJ said he’ll put it in the car for us.”

“Tell him to do it tomorrow. I want that shit ready.”

“I will.”

“And make sure he knows how to put it in right.”

I zipped the bag and set it near the foot of the bed.

“I’ll tell him.”

I’m sure that if he hadn’t planned to take one of his trucks to the hospital, he would have rolled his ass to the car and found a way to do it himself. He reached for my hand when I settled beside him again. There was so much on my mind, but I was trying my hardest not to show it. Malik had enough to deal with as is.

“What else you worried about?”

It was like he was reading my mind. He always knew when something was bothering me.

“Nothing.”

“Eternity,” he pushed.