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Candice POV

{November}

"How do you even know for sure they said he had another extra two months ?!?... Just cause he called you first don't mean shit to me. It just gives me more of a reason not to even take you seriously right now." I said rolling my eyes at the sudden news. Christian was on the phone telling me that Chris had been given an extra two in jail for sexual misconduct and or inmate misbehavior as Christian said. 

I swear if he fucked with some other female, I will cut his hands off and feed them to our next door neighbors pit bull Benny. Then I'll cut off that new dick of his. Ain't no fiancé of mine is about to play me for a second time.

"We're twins Candice. If he wanted you to know something like that. He wouldn't tell you. He knows how sensitive you are on the phone lately. Just chill. Only reason I'm telling you is cause he told me to. So watch your mouth." He said to me as I went and sat on the living room couch looking and checking on Aleah as she slept. It had been a long day and this news didn't even make it better. My baby had a cold and now I was starting to feel sick my damn self.

"Twins? Okay? And?... we're friends with a whole lot of fucking benefits. That twin shit can fly with the birds. And Tristan's with Arèona and Cleo looking for a welcome home cake since you worried bout my language. Why don't you go talk to your angry wife who just texted me a whole paragraph about you leaving her at home to ru-.  Hold on." I clicked over annoyed at the constant beeping in my ear about another call. It had to have been Cleo or Arèona about the cake. Saying something about the cake not being ready but I prayed to God not.

"Did you get the cake? Please tell me you got the-"

"Aye, open the door girl. Ion want no cake." A raspy voice said into my phone. Like a teenage boy just hitting puberty and not finding his voice just yet. honestly almost like Cleo. But that wasn't correct at all. I just sent her off like 20 minutes ago to go get my babies cake.

"Cleo what the-"

"Guh, open the door." The voice demanded irritated. I made a skeptical face at the phone then hung up. It definitely wasn't Cleo. And I wasn't about to open my door to just anybody. So I pulled Aleah into my arms and layed up on the couch comfortably. Turning the TV on to MTV.

Sooner or later my phone rung again and I picked up without looking at the caller ID once again.

"Candice. I'm cold. Open the damn door guh." The voice said again. I flinched my lip in annoyance and found myself letting Aleah back down onto the couch as I stood. Going to grab Tristan's baby bat up into my grip.

"Whoever the fuck you are, get ready to get beat the fuck up. Woman or man." I said to him as I stalked to the door slowly. He chuckled amused and I paused slightly before turning the lower lock. Then the top. Twisting it open just so I could peek outside with the chain still attached on either sides. No one was there and it irritated me like hell.

I groaned and pushed the door closed, but something was holding it open. Sooner than later, the door came open completely with ease and I was being lifted up from the ground.

The sudden awkward embrace scared me and I felt my throat get stuck in my chest as I struggled to pull away from the stranger.

"Da-da mama" Aleah cooed. Awake like she hasn't been sleep at all. I thanked God Aleah began to though because the hands loosened around me. Which gave me time to kick him in his privates and run for Aleah.

"Aww god..." He groaned behind me as I ran into me and Chris's room. Locking our door behind me then laying Aleah down. She looked confused and sat up on the bed fussing out of nowhere.