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𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗠 𝗞𝗨𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗨

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PART II

~5 YEARS LATER~

"I could take him with me to the studio" Elom suggests, laying on the bed, watching me dress up. I pull on my baggy grey sweater "I want him to come with me though" I pout.

"You'll still see him. I'm coming to see you graduate" he rolls his eyes at me. "Yeah, but Deiondre's my baby" I drag out the baby, and as if Deiondre knows what we're talking about, he runs in giggling.

He jumps on the bed yelling, "DADDY" but he slips and lands on Elom's chest "shi- little man, you gotta be careful with daddy" he cuts himself off when he sees the warning look on my face.

Deiondre continues giggling, ignoring what Elom said. I gave birth to Deiondre when I was 15 and Elom was 16, when we didn't know how we were going to cope, especially with his father against our relationship.

We're 20 and 21 now with our 5 year old son. It's been crazy, we both decided I should go back to school and get the law degree I've always wanted. I graduate from university today then I go to law school for 3 years.

Elom decided to take rapping more seriously, so it's been studio, studio, studio. It hasn't really bothered me because I've spent so much time in school that I didn't even notice it. He took Deiondre with him every time he went to the studio and I had school. It's been one hell of a partnership.

"You only love daddy Dede? What about mommy?" I pout, pretending to cry. Elom groans, knowing our son would run to me. Deiondre runs to me, grabbing my legs "nooo, I love mommy." I pick him up as Elom mutters, "mommy's boy."

I place kisses on Deiondre's face, kissing everywhere as giggles "stoppp, mommy," I put him on my hip. "Alright, lil man you gotta decide who you wanna go with" Elom claps to get De's attention.

"Do you want to go with daddy to the studio or with mommy to her boring school?" I shoot a look at Elom while Deiondre looks between Elom and me before answering. "Daddy" he points at Elom.

Elom smirks triumphantly at me, I laugh and kiss my son's head then I let him down to run back to his father. I reach for my bag that's beside Elom on the bed. Before I can grab it, Elom grabs my arm and pulls me down slightly, he covers our son's eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

"Couldn't let you leave without a kiss, yeah?" he whispers against my lips. I smile, pulling away from him "I have to go, El. I'm getting late" he hands me my bag, pulling Deiondre up to him.

"I love you" he yells as I turn to leave the room, Deiondre copies his actions, shouting out an "I love you mommy!" I stop walking and blow a kiss to them "I love you too."

I shut the front door behind me, getting into the jeep Zion insisted on getting me as an apology gift.

Elom and I had decided that Deiondre should be born in Africa. Since, that's where both of us are from, it would only make sense.

The night I gave birth to Deiondre was the scariest night of my life. The doctors said it would be a 50/50 chance that either of us would make it, apparently they were some complications they hadn't realized until my last check up before the birth.

I was scared I was going to lose my child or my life. Elom and I had decided we didn't want to know the gender before the birth. The boys arrived an hour before Deiondre was born, if they hadn't been there I think Elom would have fainted because he was panicking so much that at a point in time, he was shaking but he would never tell anyone that.

Elom and I had gotten into the art of praying when I got pregnant, we wanted our child to grow up with Jesus. We prayed when I was having contractions, I heard Elom plead to Jesus when the doctor said it was time for me to push.