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I stood from the bed, phone still in hand, finally making my way to the bathroom. My success led me to check the messages from Zane the second my back brushed against the locked door. I didn’t trust Milo to mind his own business or stay out of the bathroom, ready to make a fuss of nothing.
What’s up?
You crossed my mind. Tell me a time and place. I’m ready to see your pretty face.
He was relentless. His efforts weren’t in vain, though, and were slowly easing me in his corner where connections were few and disappointment was nearly impossible. The weight of the world Milo and I created left me with a wet pillow and ass on occasion. The smiles that Zane managed to pull from me and the airiness his presence, though virtually, offered me was refreshing.
Hi. I sent before starting the second message to send over next.
I welcomed my child recently. I’m unavailable for many weeks to come.
Congratulations. Can I get a P.O. Box, a registry, or something to send you something?
I have much more than I need. Thanks for your generosity, nonetheless.
The last thing I wanted was to steer the conversation in Mason’s direction but I felt the need to explain my reason for rejecting him once again.
Bet.
If this is too much for you, I understand.
If a nigga ain’t got nothing else, I have patience. Take your time.
Thanks. Can I text you later? I’m in the middle of things right now.
Yeah. I look forward to it.
Later.
Later.
“Nature!” Milo’s pounding on the door startled me.
My heart rate increased tremendously as I held a hand to my chest and exhaled deeply.
“Yeah?”
“Open the door. I need to take a piss.”
Turning around, I unlocked the door to allow his entry. He wasted no time probing. Shaking my head, I folded my arms across my aching chest, waiting for him to perform the task he’d entered for.
“You ain’t ran a drop of water in the five minutes you’ve been in this motherfucker.”
“I’m still waiting for the point you’re trying to make.”
“What you been in here doing?”
“Returning Christina’s call,” I responded sarcastically.
As he tried picking his mouth up from the floor, I started the shower. While he attempted to recover, I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower, leaving my phone in clear view because I was certain Zane wouldn’t be texting again until I texted him.
Thirty minutes later, I emerged from the shower feeling like a brand new woman. Mason was sound asleep in his bassinet. His father had buried himself underneath the covers, falling fast asleep as well.
The sound of the doorbell was startling, propelling my body forward to dismiss the person laying on it so that they wouldn’t interrupt Mason’s nap or wake Milo from his temporary slumber. They’d both be up soon enough. The possibility of anyone waking them before their rising occurred naturally left me gutted.
My feet patted the wood flooring at a rapid pace, putting as much distance between my body and the bedroom as quickly as possible. When I finally arrived, the doorbell began to ring, again. I snatched the door open, ready to plead with whoever was on my porch.
“Malachi?”
