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“Can you please let Whitney sing it?”

Summer jumped at the sound of my voice. “What the fuck you doing here?”

“I live here.”

“Could’ve fooled me. You grabbed all your shit and left remember.”

“You wanted me to, though right?”

Summer stood in front of me with her stomach hanging from under her shirt and her hair was up in a sloppy ponytail. She rarely wore her reading glasses but she had them on, making her look like a sexy ass librarian. I wanted to grab her and fuck the shit out of her but from the look on her face, I knew that shit wasn’t going to happen tonight.

“I talk to my mama and she told me you went to the hospital the other night.”

“That was a few days ago. I’m fine now.”

Squeezing the bridge of my nose, “Summer can we just not argue tonight? I came to make sure you were straight. I’m not here to get into it with you.”

“I’m fine and you can leave.”

“I’m not leaving anymore, Summer. This is my shit too and as long as you are high risk, I’m staying right under this roof with you and my child.”

“Whatever,” she brushed past me and climbed the stairs to our bedroom.

28. SUMMER

Law didn’t chase me last night so I was curious to know what he was doing. It wasn’t quite midnight and I could hear the television down in the den. Standing in the doorway, I could see Law sleeping on the sofa with his hand resting at the rim of his brief. Slowly walking closer to him, I looked down at him and emotions rushed to me. Anger, hurt, and love filled the space where my heart was pumping.

“You ain’t got to stand there and stare at me,” he said without opening his eyes. “You crazy as fuck if you think I’ll be able to sleep peacefully when we ain’t on good terms.”

“Turn the television off and come get in the bed,” I said before walking off.

Call me what the fuck you want to call me but Law was my nigga and until I was ready to let him go, he belonged to me. All the fussing and fighting couldn’t make me stop loving him. There was a piece of Law growing on the inside of me and that was something no one could take from me.

Law came into the room and climbed in the bed behind me. It didn’t take him long to wrap his arm around me and pull me towards him. I missed his warm breath on the back of my neck and the way he smelled after he took a shower. My dumb ass will never tell his ass to leave again.

“I don’t know how many appointments you got set up, but you need to cancel them and sit your ass down somewhere.”

“Law I’m not canceling shit. I need money, and I’m damn sure not about to ask you for shit.”

“What the fuck you need? The bills paid, food in the house, and you got plenty of shit to put on. What’s the problem?”

“You not about to come back in here and tell me what to do.”

“You right! I bet I’ll stay ‘round this bitch tomorrow and turn every hoe around at the door. It’s up to you. Good night because we got an appointment in the morning and it better go good.”

My doctor’s appointment didn’t go as I expected. Instead of me going home, I was hospitalized for the remainder of my pregnancy. Just thinking of laying up in the hospital for the next twelve weeks was killing me.

“I told you to sit your ass down. Now look at you,” Law fussed as he watched me get comfortable in the small ass bed. “Now, I got to sit my ass up here with you.”

“I didn’t ask you to sit your ass up here with me. Go do what you do.”

“Not today, Summer. Arguing with me and stressing is what got you in here. Can we agree not to argue for the rest of this pregnancy because honestly, I’m tired.”

I didn’t say shit else to him. Grabbing the remote, I flipped the television on and ignored him until his mama popped in a few hours later. From the way she looked at both of us, she knew something was up.

“What the hell y’all mad about now?”

“I’m not mad, that’s her stubborn ass.”