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~Aubree

Breanna walked off and my once folded arms hung loosely at my sides now.

Why's my mother making that woman feel welcomed?!

“Wow... jealousy is not a good look on you hon.”

I blinked at the sound of her voice interrupting my thoughts.

“What?”

“Your face... you're jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Of your ex-husband's new woman.”

Ex-husband.

Never in my life did I think if had one of those. An ex.

I scratched the corner of my nose.

“I'm not jealous of that woman,” I told her.

“Really now?” she shifted in her seat.

“Yeah.”

“I mean, I wouldn't judge you if you were. This is new information and—”

“I said I'm not jealous, Nia! And I don't care what you think of me. I don't even have to talk to you” I frowned.

She relaxed in her seat.

“You're not? I mean if I were in your shoes, I would be.”

“Well, I'm not so get over yourself.”

She smiled a little.

“You're not mad either? I mean she took your food and—”

“What angle are you playing at huh?” I cut her off.

“Angle? I'm not playing at anything sweetie. I'm just saying it's okay to feel jealous.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“I mean this Trisha lady... I bet she's tall, very pretty, has long shiny dark... maybe blonde or ginger hair, great smile, toned arms, and legs...” she smiled widely, “... and I bet my last dollar that she's not fat.”

I frowned at her insinuation.

“I'm not fat, Nia.”

“Yeah, but I bet she doesn't weigh a ton like you right now.”

“I'm not fat. You are.”

She chuckled.

“I have six kids, Aubree. I'm allowed to gain a little weight.”

I eyed her.

“A little weight? You look like an elephant.”

“I do not.”

“You do too.”

“Do not! You're the one with the giant belly.”

“For a few more weeks then I get my body back.”

“Good luck” she scoffed.

“I don't need it” I folded my arms.

The pump jerked at her breast and she let out a sharp cry, cussing silently under her breath. I rolled my eyes and exhaled deeply.

I'm gonna regret this.

I moved close to her.

“It's not supposed to hurt. You did it wrong.”

She looked up at me.

“What?”

“Pumping isn't supposed to hurt. Here—”

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