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Time to choose <strong>my</strong> words wisely because 'That bitch ain't meeting <strong>my</strong> kid' <strong>just</strong><br />
doesn't seem quite right.<br />
"Well, then you need to be honest with her. If you're not ready for that step, don't<br />
take it. And uh . . ." choose wisely,I remind <strong>my</strong>self, and then take a deep breath.<br />
"Not to try and pull rank here, but I don't want her being around EJ unless you're<br />
sure about your relationship. We pinky swore on that shit."<br />
He smirks a little. "Yes, I remember."<br />
When Edward and I decided to stay in the same apartment—we had been living<br />
together long before we conceived EJ—and do the family thing as best as possible,<br />
there weren't many ground rules set in place. Well many is a bit much. In truth there<br />
was only one. We weren't going to bring <strong>just</strong> anyone around our <strong>baby</strong>. Up until that<br />
moment, we had both been freely dating who we wanted but that all came to an end.<br />
Edward's mom had a revolving door in their house and he knew first hand how that<br />
messed with kids' heads. He didn't want that example set for his son.<br />
We had that same discussion about three months ago or so, when we started dating<br />
again. That doesn't seem like that long ago. So I'm not really jumping for joy at<br />
Katelyn trying to insert herself, and him seemingly about to let her if he isn't sure<br />
about what the hell's going on.<br />
Without thinking about it, I find <strong>my</strong>self getting pretty annoyed and angry at him.<br />
"On second thought." That's never a good way to start a conversation by the way.<br />
"I'm thinking I'm not okay with it at all."<br />
"Not okay with?"<br />
My nose scrunches up, as I answer, "With Katelyn meeting <strong>my</strong> son."<br />
"Excuse me?" Whoa, harsh tone alert.<br />
-x- 18 -x-<br />
"Do you think the coast is clear?" I whisper to EJ. "Daddy's not really <strong>my</strong> friend right<br />
now, and I don't want to fight this weekend. Do you know what this weekend is?<br />
What tomorrow is?" I smile. "It's your birthday."<br />
I get a toothy and drooly grin in response, as well as some <strong>baby</strong> talk. "Birfway."<br />
"Close." I chuckle, then sigh.
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