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“What did you say?” I dare to ask.

“I just asked him if he’d had that STD check since we were together last week,” Tee says with a grin. I shake my head at her, secretly proud.

“Didn’t want you to come over here, Sasha, we all know how you can get,” Tee teases.

“Hey! I’ll have you know, since becoming a mother I’ve toned myself down. I haven’t gotten into any trouble since I had Jye,” I say proudly, standing a little taller.

“Really? Because Trey texted me while you were over there with him and told me a few things,” she says, waggling her eyebrows.

“Who’s Trey?” James interrupts, his casual demeanor changing to something a little more serious. His body tenses, waiting for the answer.

“Sasha lived with Trey in Scotland,” Tee tells him, not adding in the fact that Trey is family.

James instantly turns to me. “You lived with another guy, with our son?”

“Trey is my cousin!” I rush out, before he comes to his own conclusions.

“Good,” is his infuriating answer. I roll my eyes and turn to face Tee, who is looking highly amused.

“We need more drinks, cuz,” she says thoughtfully.

“Yes, we do,” I wholeheartedly agree.

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Chapter Seven

Sasha

The next morning, I groan out loud as a ray of sunshine hits my face. Time to face the consequences of drinking. I look over at the clock on my bedside table to find out that it’s only eight am. I need to get my butt up so I can pick up Jye, after a long hot shower and a greasy breakfast, of course.

I make my way to the kitchen, freshly showered, and frown when I smell bacon. My stomach instantly rumbles, just as I hear Jye laughing. I’d know my son's laugh anywhere. I quicken my steps, taking in the scene as soon as I enter the room. James is cooking breakfast, and Jye is in his feeding chair, sitting at the table. James is wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, sitting perfectly low on his hips. His muscular back ripples with each movement, and I can’t help but admire the view. I purse my lips together as I see James make a funny face at Jye, and Jye bursts out laughing like it’s the funniest thing he's ever seen. When James notices me standing there, he offers me a playful smile.

“I picked up Jye for you,” he explains.

“I can see that,” I tell him, walking over and giving Jye a hug and a kiss.

“How did you get in?” I ask James, wondering whether my mother gave him a spare key.

James gives me a funny look. “I brought you home last night, and tucked you in. I never left. I took your key so I could get back in.”

“Where did you sleep?” I ask him slowly, already knowing the answer. His pleased smile confirms it. He slept with me, and I didn’t even realise. How much did I drink last night?

“I thought I’d watch Jye so you can get some rest and make you breakfast. I know you need a huge greasy breakfast after a night out,” he says.

“Thank you,” I say sincerely, slightly surprised at his thoughtfulness and the fact that he remembers.

“Take a seat, food is almost ready,” he says. I take a seat next to Jye. A few minutes pass before he serves Jye and me, carefully cutting up Jye’s food for him. My heart melts. This man was made to be a father.

“Thank you,” I repeat.

“Ta!” Jye says, his way of saying thank you.

“You are both very welcome,” James says as he serves his own food.

“What are your plans for the day?” I ask him.

“I was hoping we could all do something together,” James says as he takes a bite of his toast.

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