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“He doesn’t know, does he?”

I shook my head. “It never came up, Layla. I’m sorry,” I apologized softly.

She pressed her lips together and replied, “It’s okay.” But I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

We finished our meal and said our goodbyes. I couldn’t help but think that I was back in the same situation I’d been in the past, choosing a man over my best friend. Would I always be a coward?

Cedar

“Here you go, baby.” I set the plate in front of Sunday where she was curled up on the window seat in the breakfast nook. She set her book aside and smiled up at me.

There was a weariness in her eyes. I’d noticed it was there all week, ever since the day that I spotted her coming out of the Perennial Hotel.

“Thank you.”

I’d prepared Belgian waffles, Spanish omelets, turkey bacon, and homestyle potatoes for our brunch today. I handed her a glass of milk while I took orange juice.

“You good?”

She looked up as if she’d just noticed me standing in front of her. “Yeah, I’m cool. Why’d you ask?”

“I’on know. You seem like you’ve got something on your mind. You’ve been kinda quiet the last few days.”

“I’m fine.”

“Quit saying that.”

“I am.”

“If you’re not telling me you’re fine, then you’re saying you’re just tired, or thinking about work shit, or the baby. What’s going on, baby?”

“Nothing, baby. I’m genuinely good.”

“I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, Sunny.”

“I’m good,” she insisted.

I let her make it because I knew her little ass was lying to me. We dug into our plates and busied ourselves with eating. She grabbed her book halfway through the meal and read while I opened my phone to review an email about changes to some schematics for a project at work.

When she finished eating, Sunday closed her book, hopped up, and took her plate to the dishwasher. I turned around on my seat slowly and chewed my bacon while watching her rinse her plate.

Sunny had always been a slim girl with curves, but her frame was filling out the further she progressed in her pregnancy. I told her that I’d done construction work on her body because nothing was the same since I’d filled her with my seed.

Those hips had rounded out rather shapely, and those thighs were no longer slim and muscular like runner’s thighs. She still had some tone to them, but they definitely had meat on them. The biggest change was in her ass and titties.

Them things had transformed into milk jugs as they prepared to feed my little homie when he arrived. And that ass had me loving the way she bounced it on me when I drove deep inside of her from behind.

That was another thing that changed. We couldn’t have sex in all the positions we did in the beginning. Now that her belly was getting bigger, she was limited in the number of comfortable positions she could find. Our favorites were her riding me or having her bent over the bed with me driving into her from behind. I knew that shit would only last so long, though, becausethe more her belly grew, she wouldn’t have space to rest it comfortably on the bed.

“Come here, Sunny.” I called out to her when she placed her cup in the dishwasher and closed it.

“Baby, I was going to lie down for a while. I’ve got a headache.”

“C’mere for a second. I ain’t gon’ keep you long.”

I patted my thigh when she walked over to me, indicating that I wanted her to sit down.

“CJ, you know your leg is gonna go numb,” she whined.

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