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VALERIE. My entire body is screaming in pain and fatigue. I have never run so much in my life and according to him, he went ‘easy’ on me. Easy? Yeah, right! That was not easy! I have been on my feet in the hospital for hours on end on countless occasions, but this? This is exhaustion on another l
VALERIE. “Which is what we’re saying,” Zade counters almost mockingly as he flips the bread knife he’s holding lazily between his fingers as he’s relaxed back in his seat. “I’ll be fine,” I say. Zade looks at me for a second, almost as if observing me. “So then, go back there. Try to carry on as
ZADE. Pregnant. An odd emotion rushes through me as I stare at her. She looks uncertain, and uneasy, even as if waiting to see my reaction. She’s pregnant, meaning I have a kid on the way. Fuck. This is real, and that means the responsibilities that I now have are growing too. She’s pregnant… “
She lied. Lied about the fucking pregnancy just to get a reaction from me? There’s no child… that makes me feel fucking weird when I had just made up my mind that there will be a kid and now she’s angry at me for fucking not being ecstatic before telling me she lied. “Well, I am, I have things to
VALERIE. “Is your Dad here?” I ask Zaia, as I cuddle the little Kaia. Goddess, Zaia and Sebastian make the cutest kids. She sucks her fingers before I remove her hand from her mouth and smile at her, tapping her juicy cheeks. “He is. He’s with Shelby,” she says quietly. Of course, they’ve been
“I missed you, Aunty,” she says, hugging me. “Aww, I missed you too hun.” She smiles before looking at the tea. “I made some for Grandad and Grandma. I didn’t see Uncle Atticus or Daddy, so I didn’t ask them.” “Your Dad was dealing with Xander, and I’m not sure where Zion is,” Zaia replies. “But
ZADE. Confusion ripples through me as I look at the older man before me. Why is he here? Do I turn and walk away? There are kids present and Valerie was shouting, but she seems fine. But I still turn to her just as she walks over to me. “Zade…” “Why were you shouting?” I ask quietly as she plac
I can hear them talking. There’s a window open somewhere, but I remain where I am, smoking my cigarette. “…joining us?” Zaia’s faint voice reaches me. “No,” Valerie’s voice comes. “Oh…” “Sorry,” Valerie’s quiet voice comes. “Don’t be. He has every right to do what feels best for him,” Hugh says