“Oh, lighten up, Jackson. I’m not some helpless pregnant human. I’m the top of the damn food chain. Now, you stand back and let mama do what she do,” Jenny said with an arched brow.
Mama! He was going to shake the shit out of her when they got home. He never wanted to hear that word come out of her mouth again, unless she was talking to their child. She wasn’t his damn mama. His mama was a saint and Jenny was the damn devil.
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