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First of all, I would like to thank God for giving me the opportunity to write another book during a hard year. I would like to thank my readers for supporting Lookin’ for Luv and Married Men. Without you, I would have no career. I hope you enjoy Baby Momma Drama as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’d also like to thank all of the bookstores, book clubs and radio stations for all their support. Once again, I would like to thank my agent, Marie Brown, for all of her support. And last but not least, I would like to thank my editor, Karen Thomas, and the Kensington staff for a fantastic publishing experience.

To contact me, e-mail me at urbanbooks@optonline.net, visit my website www.carlweber.net, or write me at PO. Box 3045, Farmingdale, New York 11735.

My neck was stiff from sleeping the wrong way most of the bus ride, but I didn’t let that bother me. The only thing I was really concerned about was that my hair was gonna look like shit from leaning up against the fogged-up window. Lord, please don’t let my hair be messed up. My hair is my strength, kinda like Samson. When my hair is a wreck, I’m a wreck. But as much as I hated what these long trips did to my hair, the thought of seeing Derrick every weekend was the only thing keeping me together. Yes, I hated the fact that it was Thanksgiving Day and I’d be missing my mom’s smoked-turkey dinner. And the Lord knows I didn’t wanna hear my sister Stephanie or my grandmother, Big Momma, about me missing all my family from out of town for the second year in a row. But Derrick was my man, and he had to come first no matter what.