LOGINA My Stepbrother spin-off. Amaija Klein is all grown up! After a heart break she decides to forget the man and have a baby non-traditionally. But after meeting her donor one night she realizes maybe fate has something else in store. She's having his baby but it's none of his business.
View MoreAmiPanic and disbelief crash over me as Brinâs words echo in the night air. Eriq waking up right then doesnât help. He blinks, dazed, realizing Brin and I are half-carrying him between us.âAmi?â he mumbles, glancing at Brin.My heart races. Did he hear her? Howâs he going to take this? Maybe heâll be happyâI cling to that tiny hope. Itâs not the perfect moment, but I was going to tell him eventually, so maybe this is fine.âThe baby,â he says, reaching out to touch my stomach.âEriqâI was goingââ I start, but he leans in and kisses me. Itâs soft, warm, and sends a whirlwind of feelings through meâconfusion, surprise, and something deeper. Does this mean heâs okay with it?âEriq?â I whisper as our lips part. âAre youâŠââI love you.â He smiles, resting his head on my shoulder.Relief floods me, washing away my fears. His second âI love youâ tonight hits me hardâhe loves me, and heâs fine with being the father. Itâs like a boulderâs been lifted off my chest, and the emotions Iâve been
AmiWe stumble out of the tenth store of the day, bags in hand. I didnât want to come out, but Iâve had a blast. Shopping and lunch with the girls felt amazingâitâs been ages since weâve all been together like this. Now, though, Iâm ready to head home and crash with my man. I wonder how heâs holding up. Dad promised to keep an eye on him, so I hope heâs okay.âWhere should we go now?â Aunt Kenya asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.Where should we go? I frown. âI think we should head home. Iâm tired, and my feet hurt.ââTired?â Aunt Kenya raises an eyebrow. âYouâve been sitting most of the time. How are you tired? More like youâre itching to get back to that man of yours. You can survive a few more hours without him.ââAuntie!â I yelp, my face heating up.She laughs, loud and unapologetic, shaking her head. âYouâll see him soon enough. Come on, weâve got five more stores to hit today.â She strides off.âMom,â I groan as the others follow Aunt Kenya.âWeâll head back soon, sweetie. We
EriqI canât stop smiling as I peel the potatoes. Her mother likes me. Iâve got one ally in my mission to win over Ami.âMom!â Jaden bursts into the kitchen, snatches the peeler from my hand, and glares at me.Whatâs his problem? Heâs acting like he did the first time we met.âMom, why didnât you tell me you needed help? Whyâd you ask him?â he demands, his eyes still boring into me.âI didnât ask him. He offered. You can help if you want, but heâs already on the potatoes. Why donât you make the dough for the fried dumplings?â Mrs. Klein suggests.âOkay, Mom.â Jaden tosses the peeler down, walks over to her, and kisses her cheek.I shake my head, bewildered, before resuming my task. We work together in near silence for a while.âAre you two done?â Mrs. Klein asks after some time.âAlmost,â I reply, glancing at the potatoes. âOnly three left. Anything else you need done?ââIâm nearly finished, Mom. You can have me do it instead,â Jaden says, rushing over with flour-covered hands.âYou ca
EriqI glance back at Ami, and sure enough, she looks worried. Our eyes meet, and I offer a reassuring smile before her mother pulls me away. Judging by Mrs. Kleinâs warm attitude toward me, I donât think this will be as bad as Ami fears, but I know sheâs anxious for my sake. It means I hold some place in her heart, even if she doesnât love me yet. That thought gives me hopeâhope that soon I can tell her I love her. Iâve been holding back for weeks, and itâs starting to feel suffocating to keep those three words inside.âI bet heâs Asian,â someone says as we approach the family room.âNo, this oneâs white,â Jaden replies.âWhite? Thatâs new. How old is he?ââI donât know,â Jaden admits.âI bet two hundred and fifty thousand heâs twenty-four.ââIâll take that action.ââNo, youâve already met him, so you and Zara are excluded.â I chuckle, amused by their banter. They remind me of my own family. I guess all families are alike, no matter how much money they have.âSo, 250âwhoâs in?ââAhem.


















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