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Chris POV

I woke up to a slap in the face and a horrible ass headache the size of Texas. The sudden gesture came from Candy beside me who looked like she had been up and ready for about 20 minutes now. She had Aleah beside her dressed as well. What the fuck they getting ready for when we celebrated last night?

"What's this?" Candice shot at me when she got my full attention. Throwing a condom wrapper towards me. I looked at the single packet trying so hard to remember what I couldn't. And got a head shake from her before she scoffed then picked up Aleah to leave. I stood up quickly feeling light headed in the process following her out the room to the front.

   "I swear I ain't-"

"I ain't got time for that. I have to take Tristan to get his arm checked on. Foods in the microwave and the trash from last night needs to be taken out." She said avoiding eye contact with me as she held Aleah to her. I held my tongue and watched as Tristan came out with a similar injury as Arèona. He stared up at me quietly and came to hug me tightly around the waist. I bent down and hugged him back.

"I misted you daddy." He said to me. I looked at him and smiled. His hair had grown significantly and so had he. Right now he had it up in braids braided into two braids half way down his back. I thought about getting it cut but shut that out of my head. I wanted him to think for himself and I'm pretty sure he's been doing it on his own lately judging by his attire.



"I missed you too Pooh. What happen to your arm?" I asked him. He looked at it and the tiny stickers plastered all over it along with names written all over it like he had it like that. I wouldn't be surprised if it was all girl names. He was a handsome boy.

"I tricked or treated and-"

"Fell. He fell too hard and broke his arm and wrist. He's okay though. He's a big boy." Candice finished for him. Which caused me to look up at her suspiciously. I hadn't known for her to lie to me until now. I looked down at Tristan and he didn't say anything more than what he'd usually say.

"How you feel man? You good?" I asked him looking down and noticing that face he usually gave me when he felt sick. He shook his head.

"My tummy hurts." He said to me. I nodded and patted his shoulder. A guilty conscience speaks. I then stood to look at Candice with her little sweat suit on smelling and looking good. She continued to avoid eye contact and I nodded. We most definitely starting off on the wrong foot. I leaned to kiss her cheek and she moved her face away. Mugging me to hell and back.

"I can't too much apologize for something I have no clue about Candice. You just throwing shit-," she  began to move away from me and the sudden urge to yank her up crossed my mind, but I just took a deep breath and followed behind her.

"Cand-"

"The conversation is over Chris. I have to take him to his appointment then school. Your wasting my time and I might have to reschedule." She shot back hostility all in her voice. I really wanted to know what the fuck I did last night before or after I passed out on the couch. She really pissed and she's never this pissed. Well, then again, it's been 6 months. A lot can change in that amount of time. Feelings can either heighten or just dull in comparison to before I was locked up.

"Alright. Go. I'll see you when you get home then." I sighed in defeat. She nodded and paused looking my sad face over before pecking my cheek then turning to leave. I watched them walk out and her close the door between us. It sounds crazy but it almost hurt in a way.

I wanted time with my family and all I got was a slap and a door to the face. It hadn't even been 24 hours home and I wasn't up to even being awake. So I got the breakfast she cooked, ate and went to shower after. Getting back in bed and turning on my phone. I had recent calls from her to it and it didn't take a scientist to figure out why.