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"If you want to keep your baby safe then stay away from Aana" . .

While waiting for the water to heat up, I picked up my phone and was greeted with a notification that just popped in, "Your child needs so much warmth and love, luckily he/she is fortunate to have you as the perfect Parent," excitement was all over my face. It was from the Baby's app I installed on my phone that dropped tips on how to handle a growing Child. I just didn't agree with them saying "the child is fortunate," I think I'm the fortunate one. Definitely, I'd have been so lost without Adrian, he really gave me a reason to live.

I'm getting hard. *

I said. "That’s great. Anyway, is your name really Black?" she asked curiously "It's my surname" I plainly said "Foreigner? What's your real name then?" "Marie Violet is my name. My dad is half American." "Wow! Your name is beautiful!" she said obviously amazed "Just call me Black okay," I said coz I hate my name. It sounds too feminine. "copy! Can I be your friend?" She suddenly asked "S-sure" I was shocked. I was hesitant but I think having a new friend won't hurt, Besides, It's the first time after many years that someone offered me a friendship. She smiled at me.

I outlined. “Now start shopping, girl. Or I’m outfitting this little one myself.” I chuckled. Ivy chuckled as Violet reached out for a tee with some yellow bird on it. “Big bird.” Violet declared, holding the shirt to her. “What’s a big bird?” I asked. “Oh well, there’s this show on PBS, Sesame Street with puppets and people that’s for little kids. She loves it when she gets a chance to watch even a little of it.” Ivy explained.

When I opened the door, I was greeted by the soft light that came out of the bathroom and slowly so as not to make any sudden movements, I lay down next to my beloved, hugging her from behind tightly so that I could see over her neck, at our child. My chest swelled with pride when I saw the bald head of my six-month-old son next to his mother, even though his crib was attached to our bed. "I thought you were arriving in two days,” Abbie murmured caressing my cheek with her palm. "You know I can't stand being away from you for so long,” I replied running my fingers up Luke's nose. “It was only two days, prince.” I smiled at that name; Abbie knew it disarmed me completely.