NORMANI

He was here. Byron was truly standing in front of me with both his hands tucked in his Jean pockets and he was staring at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the sight of him, making me almost forget I was supposed to be filled with anger not want.

"So help me, Byron, what are you doing here?" I repeated more sternly.

His lips turned upwards into a cute boyish grin. Oh damn my heart! "I came to see you. Why weren't you picking my calls or replying my text?"

I scoffed. "Oh forgive me, sir. I didn't know I was under any obligation. What exactly do you want?"

"Oh baby, that's a very serious question. I want so many things, baby, but for now, I came to tell you my private jet would be coming to get Taylor and I tomorrow so you can join us. I'll love to travel back with the kids in my arms."