My heart dropped straight into my fucking asshole.
Because Carter had always looked like me.
That was what had made everything so easy.
Nobody looked at her and thought Xay.
Nobody had a reason to.
But babies changed.
Faces changed.
And Serenity was only two weeks younger than Carter.
“Ma, they’re babies.”
“I know they’re babies.”
“And they’re cousins.”
“Okay.”
“So obviously they might favor each other.”
My mother looked at me.
I looked at her.
She looked at Carter again.
“Avery.”
“What?”
“Who is that baby’s father?”
My stomach flipped.
“We’re not doing this.”
“I’m asking you a question.”
“And I’ve answered that question before.”
“No, you avoided that question before.”
I opened my car door.
“Aight, Ma. Thanks for watching her.”
“Avery.”
“Love you!”
“Avery!”
I put Carter in her car seat.