로그인Knox’s POV As I look at my brother who is angry beyond belief, pacing like he’s ready to flip the whole damn house over and I sigh.“Bro,” I say quietly, “let’s go talk.”“Talk about what?” he snaps.Before I respond, my dad steps in. “Come on, son. Let’s just go talk.”Martin gestures toward the hallway. “Use the room on the first floor, the one in the back.”We head there, and the moment we walk inside, I can’t help but scoff. It looks like a second baby room with a crib, soft lighting, toys tucked neatly into little baskets.“If it was up to my sister,” I mutter, “she’d have two rooms for each baby.”Dad shakes his head, but it’s true. Kira’s ridiculous like that. With five bedrooms upstairs, one nursery down here, girl’s building a baby kingdom I guarantee in at least two more rooms.We all take a seat, and I look at Kole.“Alright,” I say. “Explain everything.”Kole throws his hands up. “Man, I just got a message saying I’m a father. She wants me to come see the baby, and she’s
Sienna’s POVAt least they’re not calling the baby ugly outright. You never do that. Babies change every other day. One morning they look like a potato, the next morning they look like a tiny angel. So I just sigh and say, “He’ll be fine, he’s okay, and he’s a good, fine baby.”Grandma Mabel nods. “That he is. He is a fine baby. But look at this little cutie.”She lifts the baby girl slightly. “You wanna hold her?”“No, let her sleep. I’ll hold her later.”Kira comes out right then with her son latched on her boob and a receiving blanket draped over both of them.“Hey, girl, I didn’t even know you were here.”“Yes, Kira, mama,” I say, laughing. “You’re working it.”“Shit,” she groans, dropping down into the rocking chair, “I ain’t working nothing but these breasts. I’m just a human feeding machine.”I laugh. “Well, look at me. I don’t have too much longer to go. I’ll be in the same damn boat.”As she’s rocking, Knox’s mom walks out of the kitchen with Kole and Keisha behind her.“Oh!
Sienna’s POV I finish getting dressed, even though I feel like I’m fighting my closet every damn day now. It’s Saturday, and today we're finally going to visit Kira’s twins face-to-face. Knox has been giving her son the funniest frowny face every time I even mention him.I think both babies are adorable.Knox… disagrees.He keeps saying, “That little boy looks funny,” like he’s trying to figure out how to say something nice without insulting him. I tell him he’s just a baby, he’ll grow into his looks.Knox goes, “Not with that nose. Do you see that nose?”I swear he said it with his whole chest too.I just laughed, because he looked dead serious.“His nose is perfect and cute,” I argue.Knox sucks his teeth. “On a grown man, maybe, but not on a newborn.”I shake my head and keep getting dressed. My belly is really protruding now, and I don’t even know what to wear anymore. My cute cinched-waist outfits are done. My high-waisted pants? Retired.So I put on maternity jeans and a long-s
Crandon’s POV Two Days LaterWhen I show up at my therapist’s office with my homework assignment actually done, I can’t help but smirk to myself. I really sat down and wrote that three page paper. When my name is called, I walk into Dr. Chandler’s office. He stands, shakes my hand, and I take my usual spot on the couch while he settles back into his chair with his notepad.He looks at me and asks, “So, Mr. Morgan… do you have your homework assignment?”I smile.“I do.”“Good. Before you tell me what you wrote, how did you feel while writing it?”I let out a long sigh and look down at the folded pages in my hand.“It felt like… like I was in a house fire stuck behind a wall of smoke. Behind some kind of smoke screen. And the more I wrote, the more the smoke started to clear. I started seeing the way I was treating Carmen. Like everything just got clearer. If that makes sense.”Chandler nods slowly. “It does. Go on. Tell me what you wrote.”I sigh again and pull the papers out. “Do I h
Crandon’s POVThe woes of suspension are plaging my life. I sit in front of the therapist my company and definitely my father forced me to see. Do I think I need to be here?No.The fuck.I don’t.I know exactly what’s going on with me.Chandler, the therapist, taps his pen against the notepad like he’s waiting for me to break into a confession. I just sit there, twiddling my thumbs. Sixth session with him. And if I don’t show up, I can’t go back to work. So here I am, wasting oxygen.He sighs.“So, Mr. Crandon… Mr. Morgan.”I stare at him. “You gon’ say all my names?”He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not forcing you to be here. This is our sixth session, and you still haven’t told me anything. The reason you’re here is because of what? You had a little breakdown at work, your job made you come. So tell me why you think you’re sitting in that chair.”I sigh. “I’m here because I’m forced to be here. Next question.”He nods, like he expected that. “Okay. Since you’re forced to be
Sienna’s POV I took a deep breath as I walked away from Knox because the last thing I wanted was for him to see me rattled. After I kissed him and headed to my office, I held myself together until the door closed behind me, but I didn’t even get a full second to fall apart.Trevor was already in my doorway, smiling like the human version of sunshine.I couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey, Trevor. Good morning.”“Hey, boss, what’s up?” He came into the room doing this goofy little shoulder shake that always cracks me up. He is the exact energy I need when I’m in a bad mood.“We got a lot of shit to do, so let’s get started,” he said. “It’s tax season.”I groaned. “Don’t remind me. I have to go talk to Shane on floor two. He has five new companies, and he needs to travel to two of them next week, and he’s picking up receipts from other three the following week. It’s going to be rough, but we’ve gotten so many new clients this year, and it's ridiculous.”Trevor nodded. “I’m heading to fl
Sienna’s POV I’m elbow deep in these ridiculous billing patterns from Universal Airlines, trying not to fling my mouse across the room. These people have mastered the art of the sneak charges from overweight bag fees that vary depending on the airport, to seat upgrades that somehow don’t upgrade a
Carmen's pov Stephen and I walked side by side, strolling back toward the buildings as the sun started to climb higher in the sky. His hand brushed against mine every few steps, and the energy between us felt easy. Natural.“What time should I pick you up?” he asked, glancing over with that slight
SIENNA’S POV The Next MorningI woke up warm, tangled in sheets and skin, Knox’s arm heavy around my waist, and something very firm pressed against my backside.“Mmm… morning wood again?” I teased sleepily, arching slightly into him.“You already know,” he murmured, grinding gently against me. “Yo
Sienna's POVAs we finished eating, I stood up to start clearing the table. Knox helped, stacking plates while humming some old Jodeci R&B tune named ' I'm Still Waiting' that I have never heard before. Just as I reached for the foil to wrap up Stink’s plate, the front door opened.Stink walked in,







