Three weeks later

Darrelle's POV

"You look just like your mother," I whispered kissing Khaliah's temple, she was in my arms as I fed her, sitting on the floor in the living room, Khalil laying on the blankets before me asleep.

I got a text and used my chin to hold the bottle up, putting my phone on silent not wanting to wake my son before holding the bottle once more. The door opened and Nia walked in with Dream and Trish groceries in their hand. They sent me a friendly smile realizing that Khalil was asleep walking to the kitchen.

I heard footsteps and I looked over to see...