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Maya chuckled, clearly enjoying Amira's company. “Oh my, I knew you looked more mature now. If you need pregnancy tips you can always call me.” She smiled. “Oh, Amira, you have a child now?” Maya asked, surprised. “Yeah, it's a girl. Her name is Natasha, she's five years old.” She said with admiration in her eyes, it was beautiful. So far this was the most wonderful thing I've seen and I couldn't help but imagine how it would be with my child and I.

"You're so beautiful, Alice. Kenzo will definitely like your appearance" said Brissia Tiffany Johnson praising her daughter's beauty. Her mother grabbed her daughter's shoulder, then stroked her daughter's long, wavy hair as a result of being curled on purpose. "Have you prepared a present for Kenzo, sweet heart?" asked Richard Johnson, her father. The man leaned against the doorway. Alice Gricelle Johnson. The 19 year old girl seemed shy and reluctant to answer her father's question. But the next second, she said quietly.

I added. “Okay then it’s settled, but know you’ll have a thousand guards around you at all times,” he said “Now let’s prepare for the masked party of the season. My daughter’s 24th birthday.” Dad announced as Maya put her hand together in cheers. Tomorrow, they get to see Jessica Hart in the flesh.

I winked; she quickly looked down at her plate. Rick: “I wanted to be mad… demand an explanation. But I can’t be mad my son married such beauty.” I put on my best shy smile. Me: “Oh no, you’re too kind, sir.” Amaya: “She also won Miss Universe, Dad!” I laughed. Rick: “Really?” Me: “Oh, that was five years ago. I was twenty at the time.” He smiled proudly. Julia: “I’m not even surprised. Your beauty is out of this world.”

"So you're saying that you've never had sex before?" "She has never!" The third woman in the room asserted. Mikayla raised a brow to the girl. The girl gave her a nod. Her eyes darted to the woman who'd spoken. "Right," Mikayla said slowly. "How old are you, dear?" "She recently turned sixteen," the mum answered again. Mikayla nodded. "That's good. Ma'am, I'm going to ask that you step out for a second while I examine your daughter."

"At least it is in the movies. Apparently their little section of NYC just wasn't big enough for the both of them. Daughter ran off. Twenty, thirty blocks north. Muscled out the local scene. Set up her own shop." Nik was silent for a moment. "Nik?" "Yeah. Still here." Her voice is softer, hesitant. "My best guess, daughter wants to show daddy up. From what I could find-and there's damn little available-she's playing in the waters with the big boys from Russia, Japan, Middle East." The bottom of my belly fell out. "Human trafficking."

"Mommy!" I close my eyes briefly. The voice of Zennita, my youngest daughter, fills the kitchen. Her face is flushed with annoyance. Clearly, Zain is right behind her, chasing her with a superhero mask on. Zennita is now 5 years old – an age that demands a lot of my energy to keep up with her antics. And with Zain, who's naturally a lively kid. Mischief here and there, toys that I've lost count of how many times I've asked to be picked up, and a plethora of scattered books and marker drawings.

Good thing there were indicating letters posted on each cabinet. A smile formed on my lips the moment I saw her name on one of the envelopes there. I took it out along with the paper inside. The first thing I needed to do was to get to know who Nicole Jane Parker really was. I started reading all the information written on it. Where she lived, the names of her parents, and more. Then something caught my attention. Birthdate: May 19, 1997 So, it means that it’s been over a month already since her 18th birthday.

they know I would never joke about something this serious, but they don’t want to accept it. “Are they really our grandchildren princess?” Dad asked uncertainly. Mama was also looking at me waiting for my answer. “Don’t listen to her dad. There is no way Nicole could have children. She didn’t even want to date when she was in high school it was her friends and us who wanted her to go on dates, but she was never interested in boys so there is no way that she can have kids” I’m going to hate breaking his confidence. I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was four years ago.

She rubbed her slim nose nervously and sprang her slender pink lips. He forwarded his hand to the girl. She stashed herself behind Namjae. He stated, 'I'm sorry, my daughter has SOCIAL ANXIETY DISORDER'. TaeHwan stretched out his eyes and said, 'She is your daughter? She sounded 19 and you're 27 if I'm not mistaken'. Namjae smiled and said, 'You are correct. She is 19 years of age'. He was a little disconcerted. He could not understand how he had a young girl when he was 27 years old.