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She sits up straight and giggles.
“See, you’re better with kids,” Ellie comments. “I’ll whip up some mac and cheese while you watch her not color in the lines.”
I shake my head. “You’re awful.”
“I know.” She shrugs and heads to the kitchen.
“And make me a bowl!” I call out behind her. I plop down next to the tot, grab a coloring book from the stack, and snag a few crayons. I open the book and flip to a picture with Barbie and Ken.
“I’m Molly.” Her voice is bubbly as she grips a crayon and shows it to me. “Purple is my favorite color!”
I choose a crayon and grin. “I’m Sierra.” My voice lowers as I lean in closer. “And guess what.”
She giggles. “What?”
“Purple is my favorite, too.”
Her face brightens. “Really?”
I nod. “Really.”
“Will you be my friend?”
I bump my shoulder against hers. “Uh, duh.”
“Yay! We can play dolls after this.”
* * *
“I’ve always loved watchingyou with kids.”
I glance away from the TV to find Devin standing behind me. “What are you doing here?”
Molly looks between the two of us, curiosity swimming in her eyes. I can’t exactly be rude to him in front of her.
He points to the patio with his chin. “Can we talk?”
Hell no.“Sure.”
I stand, and he follows me outside.
His shoulders are tense when he shuts the door behind us, and his scowl hits me. “I’ve called you nonstop, Sierra. I’m your husband. I know you’re angry with me, but at least show me respect and answer my calls. Hear me out.”
I cross my arms. “You cheated on me. What do you expect? I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to see you.”
“What do I expect? I expect you to at least hold a goddamn conversation with me. You’re my wife! We got married, exchanged vows, promised to love each for the rest of our lives—for better or worse.” His words come out in forced restraint.
I scoff. “For better or worsedoesn’t excuse you sticking your penis in Louise.”
“It wasonce. One fucking time, and I was drunk.Please.I’ve given you time. Hell, I’ve even sat back while people walk around, saying you’re screwing Maliki.Him. Out of all people, you had to run to him.”
“I’m not talking about Maliki with you.”
“Are you sleeping with him?” he grits out.
“That’s none of your concern.”
He drops down on a chair, taking my hand, and a sob leaves him, surprising me. Sadness clutches my heart. I’ve never seen Devin this emotional.
