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“You’re welcome. We’ll make sure this baby isn’t nearly as fucked up as us.”
“We have our work cut out for us then,” I chuckled.
“We do, but at least we know what not to do.”
For now, all I could do was wait but Solana’s support made the road ahead look much less scary.
Marcus: I miss Camdyn. I want to see her.
Me: I’ll let you know.
Marcus: I’m her father, Sky. I know she misses me too. Please.
Not nearly as much as he wanted to believe. Cam used to ask about him a lot. There was no way of explaining to a four-year-old that he wasn’t as interested in her as she was in him. Now, Marcus seemed like an afterthought. It didn’t dawn on me until now that she hadn’t mentioned him recently. I think that had a lot to do with Mack.
“Where’s Cam Cam?” Mack asked, joining me in the living room.
“In the kitchen, eating a snack,” Mack nodded, accepting my response. “Marcus asked to see her.”
The mother bear in me wanted to say hell no. Mack was logical, and I could use his opinion on what to do because my mind was already preoccupied with seeing my mother later.
“Okay,” he responded blankly in a way that confused me.
“I don’t know what to do.” My eyes bulged, slightly annoyed at his nonchalant response. I could see how annoying that could be in a relationship.
“Whatever you want. He’s not dumb enough to try you again, and by some slim chance that he is, it’ll be the last time,” Mack casually picked up the remote, flipping through the channels as if he didn’t just mention killing my child’s father.
Maybe I hadn’t learned my lesson. Something that should’ve made me grab my child and run as far away from him as possible made me smile. I finally felt safe.
“I don’t want to stand in the way of their relationship. I also don’t want Marcus to feel like he can pick her up and put her down whenever he feels like it. Then she’ll think that bullshit is normal and accept the same from another man when she’s older.”
“That’s my job to make sure she knows that it’s not. Stop worrying and handle your job,” Mack replied, his voice deadly serious.
“What is my job?” I folded my arms across my chest, pretending I wasn’t melting inside at his response.
“The same one you’ve been doing. You’re doing a hell of a job, by the way.”
“Thanks, Mack. It doesn’t feel like it at times. Honestly, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m here. I guess that’s what matters.”
“Give yourself more credit than that. Cam is good because you make sure of it. You did what you had to do. Now that you won’t be at the club, you’ll have more time to do what you want to do.”
“I’m not going back to the club?” I questioned because it was the first time I’d heard such a thing. After the shooting, he spoke to Prince and told him I’d be taking some time off. There was never a conversation about that being permanent.
“You have money now, thanks to that bank account. You have a house that you don’t have to pay bills for. Why would you go back to the club?”
“This isn’t my house. It’s yours.”
“Ours,” he corrected.
“Mack,” I said in what was almost a whisper.
“The night I gave you that bread, you said you weren’t stupid. Don’t start now. You and Cam are good.”
“I guess I need to stop wasting money paying rent at a place I no longer live.” My response was sarcastic but Mack didn’t feed into it.
“That would be smart. You might want to get the rest of your shit out of there too.”
“Did you ask the boss how she felt about living here?” I asked, referring to Cam since, apparently, that’s who he worked for.
