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Jazmine's POV

I sat on the small stool facing the bar as my nerves continued to rise, my palms began growing sweaty and I took a deep breath trying to calm myself as my gaze raised from the floor going to the bartender.

"Can you give me a minute?" I asked him softly and he nodded moving from behind the bar going the hall as I waited patiently on her call knowing I was going to receive it the instant she got to our bedroom.

The moment the thought exited my train of thoughts the phone began ringing and I wiped my hand against my pants before answering the device placing it to my ear.

"Baby," I called out 

"Jazmine what's this?" she asked and I began picturing