Keith had already texted me back.
Xay tried looking at my screen.
I turned it away.
“Mind your fucking business.”
“You really bringing that nigga Thursday?”
“Absolutely.”
“You doing that shit to piss me off.”
I laughed.
“Nigga, Thanksgiving ain’t about you.”
I walked past him and grabbed Carter out the playpen.
“And Keith is coming because I want him there. You being mad about it is just a little holiday bonus.”
“Keep playing with me, Avery.”
I stopped at my bedroom door and looked back at him.
“You the one playing, Xay. With everybody.”
His face changed a little.
I smiled.
“Now go home to your wife and lock my door on your way out.”
I walked into my bedroom and shut the door before he could say anything else.
My smile disappeared as soon as I was alone.
Because there I was talking all that shit about Keith, Thanksgiving and mercy fucks while a positive pregnancy test was sitting in my bathroom garbage.
And the stupid motherfucker standing on the other side of my bedroom door had no idea he’d knocked me up.
Again.
I put my hand against my stomach and sighed.
“Fuck.”
One problem at a time.