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“He’s having a ball.”

“You did good, Amena.”

“Thank you. His joy is worth all the headaches.”

“I agree. Have you looked at the comments on his live.”

“What live?”

“Laikin got on live when you were in the bathroom a few minutes ago and showed off the party.”

“He never shows his place.”

“Which tells you how important you and Kayne are to him. Let me see if I can catch a screen grab of the comments.” Winter slipped her phone from her shorts.

“Kayne, slow down before you fall,” I grumbled, catching him by the arm as he ran in the direction of the food table. A comforting breeze and sunshine made today perfect for a party. Laikin couldn't go to Disneyland, so Sarai transformed his backyard into the ultimate kids’ fantasy, with large balloons of every superhero, from Wolverine to Captain America. An entertainment booth on one end for DJ, a face painting table across from a bouncy house, and a sweets stand on the other.

“Sorry, Mommy.” Kayne ran into my legs, hugging me.

I tapped him on the back. “Be careful.”

Winter handed me her phone. “Here’s the comments.”

“Wow, it has close to ten thousand comments on here.”

“You should go live really quick and respond.”

I handed the phone back. “I hate social media.”

“Just this once.” Winter turned on her live and held the phone up in my face. I waved to the camera with a wide smile.

“What’s up, everybody? I’m here with my girl, Amena. Say hi.”

“Winter, really.”

She popped her lips. “Yep. What do you think about the party?”

“Glad to see my baby happy.”

“That’s right and your man is making sure of that, right? Mr. Laikin Trenton?”

“He is the best, but never let the smile fool you. He belongs to me.”

A chain of people were online, commenting hi, and how much they loved Laikin and me, and how we were couple goals. Then the live turned even busier when Laikin popped in from across the backyard.

Laikin’s top lip curled up. “Who you belong to, Amena?”

“I belong to Laikin Trenton.”

“Exactly, never doubt it. Make sure they know, because I hate to get on here and act a fool on somebody.”

“Daddy!” Kayne screamed, running toward Laikin.

“Kayne, be careful.”

“My girl is the top stylist. Make sure you hit her up,” Laikin boasted.

“Thank you, baby.”

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