Claiming My Baby Mama
Getting to Malcolm’s house, the door was opened by Melinda who was in his arms.
“I finally unlocked the door myself,” she stuck out her tongue at Sienna.
“Tell your daddy to put you down, then try opening the door. Shorty,” Sienna made funny faces at her and walked ahead, probably to give us a little space.
Melinda gestured me to come close, which I did.
“Is she okay now?” she asked. A smile adorned my lips at the fact that I birthed and single handedly raised such an adorable and caring daughter.