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Angel: Send a picture… I miss that newborn smell…

Birdie: I’m so shocked he still has it!

Birdie:

Angel: Ahhhh he is just too cuttteee!”

Birdie: Right?! I cannot believe Saw and I could make something so dang on adorable… especially doing all that nasty shit.

Angel: Look! That be the best damn part!

Birdie: Oh God… I used to think about it so much but now it’s just painful.

Angel: Do you still think he’s alive?

I pause, looking at her text and chewing my lip. I ask myself that same damn question multiple times a day and no matter what, the answer remains the same.

Birdie: Yes…

Angel:

Birdie: Without a doubt I know Saw is out there…

Angel: Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking ’bout you better ride for your man!

Birdie: He might be an asshole but he’s my asshole…

Angel: Now baby cousin… he’s a lil more than an asshole… lol but I’ma let that slide.

Birdie: Hey!

Angel: Lol I was just saying.

Birdie: like I need a reminder. I hear that shit to this day on the damn news.

Birdie:

Angel: Well, keep your head up, baby cousin. No matter what, I got your back and trust me… he ain’t that bad. I done met some really fucked up mother fuckers on Channing’s side of the family… them some real beasts. The kind I’d tell you to run from…

Damn… what kind of people has she been around for her to say someone like Saw ain’t that bad?

Birdie: Damn you have to tell me about that one day.

Angel: I’ll introduce you to my in-laws and they can tell you. We’ll be in Texas soon so you can meet them then.

Birdie: Okay! I look forward to it.

Angel and I text a bit more before I hear my baby cry, and I go around the counter to the play pen. I peek in and smile when I see he’s watching me with his dark brown, damn near black eyes like his daddy.

“Peek a boo! I see you!” I tickle my baby’s tummy, listening to his sweet giggles as my brother walks into the bakery with gifts in hand.

“Hey, Robbie,” he grins coming up, tryin to hug me, but I step out of the way, causing him to frown, though I try to placate him by helping him with the bags, “How you been?”

“I’m good. How are you?” I ask, standing and swiping my hands over my jeans.

“Cassidy and I are good, but hell, we’re the ones who should be asking you that,” he smirks after swiping his nephew up. “Shawn! How uncle’s little guy?!” He pretends to eat his hands before throwing him in the air lightly before catching him.

“What do you mean by we are the ones you should be asking that? Shawn and I are good as well,” I frown, going over to the register to count, only to have him raise a brow before setting my handsome baby boy into the playpen.

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