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BEATRICE:

Christina had been nudging me now and then while watching Grayson and Drake playing in the living room. The kitchen and living room were adjacent to each other and I could see what the two were up to.

Baby Cassandra was still sleeping on the bed and Jamie had already told me that she would be arriving any minute from now.

"What?" I asked, tasting the dish that I had cooked. It was garlic sesame chicken. Due to limited time, that was the only thing that I was able to cook, and some roasted potatoes and carrots. “You’ve been acting weird since we started cooking, Christina.”

“You call me weird? If someone is acting weird like now, it would be you, Woman. How could this be okay with you?” she asked in disbelief. “How could you invite your ex-husband into your own apartment as if there is nothing wrong? As if you’re not mad at him?

My brows furrowed while I wiped my hands in my apron.

“Don’t think this is fine with me, because this is not.” But there was Grayson. My son was ha