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★★The Present: Charlotte, NC★★
Kenny's POV
I smoothed the fabric of my dress, adjusting the way it hugged my body, and leaned closer to the camera. "Babe, do my boobs look big in this dress?" I asked Devante, pushing my chest forward a little for emphasis.
Devante gave me that classic, lazy grin, his deep voice rumbling through the phone. "You look good," he said, his raspy tone dripping with that familiar charm that had me weak from the start the same voice that led to us having Kingston when I was 46.
I narrowed my eyes playfully. "Nigga, you didn't answer my question."
When I was pregnant with Kingston, my boobs had blown up like crazy, and after he was born, they never really went back down. I'd gotten back in shape, toned and lean, but my chest just... stayed. Devante loved it and thought I looked sexier than ever , but I couldn't shake the insecurity. And the media? They weren't much help either, constantly analyzing and judging every inch of me.
