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Jahseh Onfroy
"Okay but I am not understanding what the attitude is for? I have been catering to you all day?" Ryan smacked her lips. "Why have you been treating me like this lately?"
"Like what?" I held my head as it started to hurt again. I sat back on the bed and groaned.
"Like you don't love me anymore... do you not love me anymore?" She frowned as she opened a pill bottle, handing me a few ibuprofens.
"Yes I love you," I groaned. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."
"Here,"'she held a small trash can up to me for me e to let it out in. "I was thinking maybe we should see a doctor.."
"A doctor for what?" I frowned.
"To see why we can't get pregnant. We have sex all the time and you never pull out, I've been off the pill for months, I just can't think of why..." she stopped talking and frowned.
"Hey. It's gonna be okay, we can go see a million doctors if we h-" I stopped talking and immediately hurled into the trash can.
"Yeah you need to go to the doctor baby," she said as she held her hand up to my head.
"No, I hate hospitals," I took my cup of water and gargled it around in my mouth, spitting it into the trash can.
"But you have been throwing up on and off for about three weeks already," she pointed out.
"I have just been stressed out. After I fired Stokeley two weeks ago, I had to get a new assistant and he is literally retarded," I confessed.
"What? Why would you fire Stokeley? He was a good assistant," she smacked her lips.
"Things just weren't working out," I shrugged.
"Oh okay," she sighed. "Well maybe he will have his job back if we offered."
"WE won't be doing that, so stay out of it, I will whip the new assistant into shape," I stated.
