Met veel tegenzin kom je van de bank en loop je naar de deur. Je realiseert je dat je weinig aan hebt en dat je blouse ook wel erg kort is. Voorzichti... doe je open. Omdat je weinig aan hebt verschuil je je een beetje achter de deur. Het is even stil en je staat perplex. Wat doe jij hier, zeg je verbaasd.Je ex staat voor de deur en zegt: "Zwart met een beetje melk is het toch......"Je begint te lachen en weet direct wat er bedoeld wordt. Af en toe stuur je je ex nog pikante berichten. De laatste. ’ ‘Fenton is being a gentleman Kenzi,’ said her sister. ‘Please reciprocate as a lady.’ * * * Kenzi (real name McKenzie) Swanson was aware her biological clock was running out. She wanted at least one baby but she was so busy, so committed and anyway the men she mingled with were either in relationships or were jerks or had no intention to commit and no way would she have a baby without it knowing its father, if only briefly. Actually she found living alone rather therapeutic with no one. I was thinking that whether to go there directly or I should wait for my uncle’s call. Suddenly, I saw my uncle opening door of my bedroom and whispered… hello baby. Are you in sleep? I got up from my bed and my uncle smiled to see me.We went to my uncle’s bedroom and it was locked from inside by my uncle. I was thrilled that what is going to happen. We were sitting on the bed and my uncle took my hands in his hands and told… you know baby… I love you. I love you more after we talked yesterday.. She finished my foot and lowered it to the floor, staring into space."I loved you," she said with a shaky voice. " I kissed you, I held you, I cleaned your messy diapers and I fed you. It's what Moms do."She wiped her eyes, stepped to the vanity and lowered her head, bracing her arms on the sink. I stood and closed the gap between us, cuddling her close. I was nude and so was she; the skin-to-skin contact was thrilling and frightening. I put my arms around her middle and pressed my breasts.