Livi looked at Morgan. A smirk played on her lips like she was amused, and Morgan knew why. She had gotten the last laugh.

Bitch.

“You never really cancel a good subscription. Like Netflix. You might pause it, but you just keep coming back,” Livi said.

“Yo, the flex is unbecoming,” Ahmeek said. “Go pick out your shit before I change my mind about buying it.”

Livi’s face dropped at the warning as she adjusted her purse strap on her shoulder and turned. “Don’t be long, babe,” she said. She shot Morgan a look of triumph. “Nice shirt.” It was a final jab before walking away.

Morgan scoffed and diverted her eyes to Messari, who was sleeping in the double stroller she held on to.

Livi turned on her expensive heels and sashayed back into the Louis Vuitton boutique like she had no worries about leaving her man with Morgan. Like Morgan wasn’t even a threat at all.

Morgan reached for Yara, and Ahmeek turned, shrugging her off.

“She’s where she wanna be. Why ain’t you?” he challenged.

“Why do you care? I see Livi’s back, or maybe she never left,” Morgan stated. Her eyes betrayed her, filling with emotion as she shook her head. “It ain’t even been that long, and you’re already—” Morgan stopped talking and pulled in a deep breath. “Just give me my daughter,” she said.

Morgan reached for Yara, who pulled away and wrapped herself around Ahmeek tighter. Morgan huffed in frustration as she cleared hair from her face. Her eyes were burning so badly. He was already moving on, and it hurt.

“Tears and goodbyes don’t match, Mo. You stopped fucking with me, not the other way around. Now you’re here upset because I’m stepping out with someone else? You out here planning babies with niggas. Ain’t that right, Mo? You and your fiancé taking it to the next step. You letting that nigga put babies in you. That’s what I heard, right?” Ahmeek asked. His temper rose at just the thought. He had denied every single phone call from Morgan since.

“You know I wouldn’t do that,” she said defensively.

“I fuck with actions, Mo. Your mouthpiece real good, but you walk different,” Meek said.

“You know that’s not true,” Morgan answered. “You know how I feel about you.”

“I know the nigga had you sitting at his side talking about leaving babies in you and calling you love. I know that. You lucky I left air in that nigga lungs.”