Angel’s POV

“Hello sweetheart.”

“Hello Mom.”

“How’s the baby hope our little Superman didn’t give mama a hard time?” She crouched down, placing a kiss on my bump as I giggled.

“He’s fine, felt a little kick but I’m good.” I say rubbing my belly.

She walked into the kitchen as I heard her gasp ruffling the grocery shopping bag.

“Did you get groceries?” She shouted from the kitchen.

“He was here earlier, probably left after dumping groceries in the kitchen.” My cheek flame thinking about the little incident that ensued. I hope he learns a lesson and never bothers me again with his bullshit.

“You like him don’t you?”...