Page 178 of When a Soul Cries

“Leave it alone.”

That was exactly what I wasn’t going to do.

I picked up my phone.

Rome’s eyes followed the movement.

“Kai.”

I opened my camera.

“Khalil.”

“Smile.”

The baby happened to turn toward me at the perfect moment.

Click.

Rome’s entire face changed.

“Delete that shit.”

I looked at the picture.

It was perfect.

Big scary Roman Devereaux sitting in the middle of his expensive-ass living room with a tiny curly-haired baby tucked comfortably against his chest.

I sent it.

Rome started to rise.

“Delete—”

My phone rang before Rome could finish threatening me.

I looked at the screen and immediately started laughing.

**MAMA.**

Rome saw the name and closed his eyes.

“Don’t answer that shit.”

“Oh, I’m answering.”

“Kai.”

Too late.

I accepted the FaceTime call, and Sugga’s face filled the screen. I barely got the phone turned toward Rome before she went completely silent.

Her eyes landed on the baby curled against his chest.

Then they widened.

“What the hell?”