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“My doctor said?—”

“Man, fuck that doctor,” he grumbled.

“Hey, I don’t know what y’all over there talking about, but you’d better watch that one. He’s a smooth talker just like his daddy, and he’ll be done talked you right out of them panties,” Sylvia declared, pointing a finger at my crotch.

I blushed and hid my face in Cedar’s shirt. He chuckled, sat on the love seat beside me, and pulled me onto his lap. Nuzzlingdeep into my shoulder, he whispered, “You know I love you, right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And I’ll do anything for you?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Don’t you feel the same way, Sunny?”

“You know I do.”

“Then let me bust a nut up in that hot, sweet pussy when your six weeks is up. My boy will look real good with a little sister chasing on his heels.”

“No, sir!” I exclaimed loudly.

Everyone’s eyes turned from their conversation to our direction.

“Told you to watch him,” Tiffany declared.

I giggled, and Cedar shook his head. “Mind ya business. Besides, Emmett is in the kitchen hungry. Go do your wifely duties,” he commanded his sister.

She sucked her teeth, but she got up to see about her husband.

“You’re not right for that one,” Amber stated.

“Don’t get me to hollering for Mark,” Cedar threatened.

“Boy, shut up. If my husband ain’t complaining, I’m not moving an inch.”

Small talk resumed all around us from the different groups. Layla, Janae, and Bryan were still cooing over how cute Janaya looked holding Amara. Chaz was talking to Celine while Shawn was in a deep discussion with Paul about a basketball game, and Amber and Sylvia were having another conversation.

“You okay, baby?”

“I am. Do you think my parents are gonna show up?”

“Yeah. I think they’re running late, is all.”

We made small talk with our family and friends, and Cedar loved on me and made me feel so special. There was no betterplace than I could be in the moment than surrounded by our family and friends.

The doorbell rang, and I heard Amber’s husband, Mark, call out, “I’ve got it.”

Nils lay Aspen in my arms, and Cedar moved in and kissed Aspen’s cheeks. “Smells like he has a stinky diaper,” Cedar pronounced and got up to grab the diaper bag.

“That’s why I gave him back to his mama,” Nils pronounced.

Aspen’s little brown eyes popped open and rested on my face before he started wiggling and then crying.

“Somebody’s got a good set of lungs on them,” my father pronounced, stepping into the family room.

“Mommy! Daddy! You made it.”

Cedar set the bag down between us, pulled out the wipes and diapers, and declared, “I told you that you didn’t have anything to worry about.”

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