“Milaya.”
Oh, shit. I closed my eyes. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. A second later, a warm hand settled against my lower back.
“I’m guessing this explains some things,” Malik teased.
I laughed. Targen ignored him completely. He stepped up beside me and pressed a kiss against my temple. “Mine.’ That was whatthatkiss said. Not, “Hello,” or “Good afternoon.” Just “Mine.”
“Targen.”
“What?”
“Behave.”
“I always behave.”
Malik laughed. That lie was outrageous enough to deserve it. Targen finally looked at him. His expression was calm, too calm. That kind of calm usually meant trouble.
Malik looked back at me. “So, this what happened to you?”
I opened my mouth but stopped as my husband’s arm slid around my waist. Then his hand moved and settled all possessively on my belly, cradling the spot where our baby lay. He looked directly at Malik.
“Ain't it clear what happened to her?”
I closed my eyes, mortified. Malik's gaze followed the movement down then immediately back up. His eyes widened.
“Oh.”
I covered my face. “Targen.”
“What?”
“You so damn embarrassing.”
“I just answered the nigga’s question.”
“You did not.”
“I did.”
Malik laughed, like for real, laughed. “Nah,” he said. “I'ma give him this one. That answered a lot.”
Targen gave me a smug look. “Told you.”
I elbowed my husband hard. He didn't even flinch, damn show-off.
Malik shook his head. “You know what? I walked right into that.”
“Yes, you did,” Targen agreed.
Malik looked between us for another moment before he nodded. “Congratulations. I'm happy for you, Theory,” he said genuinely.
I smiled back. “Thank you.”
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
He nodded, then looked at Targen.
