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JACOB

“Hey, come here!” I yelled as I raced my son through the gardens.

“I'm going to catch you,” I giggled as he made me turn around.

“No, you are not,” he said in his little tiny voice.

“Gotcha,” I picked him up from the ground

Swinging him around.

“Put me down!” He yelled as I tickled him.

“Come on, you have to wash your hands, your Mom won't be happy with me,” I said to him as we walked back into the house.

“Mama,” he raced into the house.

“You have to wash your hands love,” I heard Katherine's voice and I walked towards the kitchen.

“Get away from him!” I yelled as I took my son away from her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her, my breaths were no longer even.

“What do you mean by that?” She asked, rubbing her protruding belly. “I'm your wife, I belong here,” she said.

“No, you are not,” I shook my head violently, shielding my son away from her with my body.

“Okay, now you are scaring me,” she said. I picked up my son, holding him tightly.

“You are supposed to be in prison.