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She glanced up at me and tilted her head to the side.
“Who do you think it is?”
“Man, stop playing me.”
“Seriously,” she giggled. “Think about it!”
“Lourdes, I really don’t feel like playing.”
“I’m not playing,” she laughed. “If you stop being paranoid you’d know who it is. I’ve literally been talking about this for days.”
Suddenly, what she was talking about hit me and I relaxed.
“Oh, that must be Kiyor with your Mother’s Day pictures.”
“Yup,” she grinned while doing a dance in her seat. “Wanna see?”
“Of course I want to see.”
She scooted around to me so we could look at the pictures together. Just last week Kiyor came to our house to take pictures of her and Alouri. She set up a backdrop right in our living room and they did a ballet themed photoshoot. They also took pictures in our foyer dressed up in Lourdes’ favorite color. I understood this was Lourdes’ first Mother’s Day, so she wanted to go big but I still made fun of her for being extra. But looking at the pictures I was thinking about following her lead and doing a Father’s Day shoot with Louri. I’d never hear the end of it from Lourdes, but I’d deal with that to create everlasting memories with my daughter.
“These are nice,” I complimented, giving props where they were rightfully due.
“Really?” She fluttered her eyes. “It’s not too extra?”
“It’s still kinda extra,” I smirked. “But I’m fucking wit’ it. We gon’ have to blow these up and frame them.”
“Oh, that's a given. I’ma go ahead and schedule you a photoshoot for Father’s Day before it’s too late.”
“Well damn, just fuck what I want, right?”
“Oh please, you know you want to do a photoshoot, too.”
“I told you that?”
“No, I just know…but tell me this.”
“Tell me what?”
“Who is this bitch at our door?”
“What?”
Her eyes traveled to my phone that was faced up on the table. I had all my notifications on, and that included the camera app. Anytime someone stepped in front of any camera on the property, I was notified. Lourdes could have been notified as well, but she insisted on having most of her notifications off. She claimed it was overstimulating for her phone to be buzzing left and right unnecessarily. I could understand that when it came to different social media apps. I had my notifications off for that type of stuff, too. I could care less to be notified if somebody liked or commented on my shit. But I wanted us to be proactive when it came to the cameras outside of our house for safety reasons. We also had cameras inside the common areas of our home.
“Wait, is this who I think it is?” Lourdes asked as I was picking up my phone. She’d already switched over to the camera app on her phone to view the live footage for herself.
“Man, what the fuck she doing here?” I grumbled while glaring down at my own phone screen.
“I don’t know,” she sighed. She put her phone down and held her arms out. “Give me Louri and go see.”
“I should leave her ass out there.”
“She drove all the way over here for a reason, Armias. At least hear what she gotta say.”
“I don’t think what she has to say really matters…it never has before,” I muttered, while removing Alouri’s empty bottle from her mouth. She immediately started fussing as I handed her off to her mama.
“Really Louri?” Lourdes kissed her crying face. “Why you doing mommy like that?”
