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playing no fool twice.”
    “Quit talking to me like I’m that hood bitch Keisha and speak to me like the woman that I am and have been to you, Cam! I’m not gon’ let you turn this shit on me. So spare all that Scrap Loc Crip talk with me!”
    “Yeah, a’ight, you just make sure you heard what I said, Nique. I ain’t fucking around!” Cameron ended the call to attend to his crying son. He was sure that he was wet since he had fed him on his way out to the airport. Cameron popped his pacifier in his mouth and put his finger in his son’s small hand. “It’s a damn shame yo’ wild-ass mama out dodging hits and bullets and shit when she should be sitting up somewhere stable and raising you, son, but Daddy got you though.” Cameron continued to talk to his son; it seemed to soothe him. Cameron smiled. “You alright, little man.”
    When Cameron pulled up to his house, a pair of high beam lights flashed him, grabbing his attention. Who the fuck is that? he wondered as he pulled into his driveway.
    When a female climbed out of the car and started toward him, he backed out of his parking lot and met her halfway. He was already in hot water with his wife and didn’t need any more heat.
    “Cam,” a familiar voice called out to him as he rolled his window down.
    “Who is that, cuh?”
    “Me, Niya. I need like thirty seconds of your time.” She reached inside and hugged Cameron and then cooed at her godson. “Oh my God, he is so beautiful! Can I take him for a couple days while I’m here?”
    “I don’t think that would be a good idea, Niya,” Cameron replied. “What’s up, though? I have to get in the house.”
    Niya frowned. Oh, I’ma get my godson before I leave. She rolled her eyes. “Keisha wants me to get your number so that she can get in contact with you about the baby,” she explained.
    Cameron gave her the number and then looked back in his rearview mirror to make sure his wife hadn’t come outside. “How she doing, she straight?”
    “I would call to let you speak to her, but I see you’re pressed for time. I can’t get her number. No, it’s complicated, I’ll let her explain everything to you.”
    “Damn, a’ight,” Cameron nodded, confused as to why Keisha wanted his number but he couldn’t have hers.
    “Can I kiss him really quick?” Niya asked after she gave Cameron her number.
    “Yeah, make it quick, though. I’m already in enough shit,” he sighed.
    After Niya kissed the baby on the cheek, she told him she loved him and then told Cameron, “If Kesh doesn’t call you by noon, call me so that we can meet up a nd I’ll call her for you myself.” She started back to her car. “If we meet up, bring my godson too,” she shot sarcastically.
    “I’ll do that.” Cameron pulled back up and pulled into his driveway. It was good to see Niya and he was happy that Keisha had sent her to get his number. He had been concerned about her.
    Having heard Cameron pull up, Monique met him at the door and let him in. One look at the baby made tears cascade down Monique’s slender face. Looking the truth right in his face was harder than she expected. But the thought that Cameron was still in love with Keisha seemed to tug at her even harder. The two stared into each other’s eyes. Cameron hated the hurt that he saw in Monique’s eyes. “I’m sorry, baby.”
    Monique stepped aside for Cameron to come inside, hoping that she was making the right decision. Love shouldn’t hurt this bad . She continued to cry inside. But Monique reminded herself that she was the reason that Cameron had returned home with his son, and regardless of how hurtful it would be, she was going to accept him with a pure heart. The baby didn’t ask to be born.
    An expression of confusion plagued Cameron’s face. Monique had told him to bring the baby back home, yet the sight of him was causing her to have a mini meltdown. “I was gon’ take him to my auntie, Nique. I ain’t tryna hurt you.”
    “I know.”