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𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 3, 2020 | 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘕𝘦𝘸 𝘠𝘰𝘳𝘬
' 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 2020
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"Z'NAII..."
"Won't be able to fly now or anytime soon," Dr. Edwards spoke calmly.
"You just said she was doing ok?" Malachi questioned one of the best pediatricians in the country.
"No, I said she is doing decent considering the circumstances."
"YOU A BULLSHIT DOCTOR!" Malachi hit the desk in front of him hard.
"Maybe it's you who is bullshit," The doctor shrugged.
Malachi gripped his pistol that lay on his waistline.
"Doctor Edwards we are in no mood for jokes." Their lawyer spoke.
"I assure you I am not joking."
"That child lacks a maternal figure,"
"All children need their mother," Edwards mumbled.
"Edwards," Malachi raised his voice.
"T-tell me what we have to do and we'll do it,"
"Jae'elle we aren—"
"Please shut up Sandra, I'm sorry if that comes off as rude but seriously we've been at this since she was born."
"A-all I wanna do is spend time w-with her, so please just tell us what we have to do."
𝘕𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 29, 2020.
𝘡'𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘪 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘢𝘩 𝘈𝘳'𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘰-𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘥
6 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, 7 𝘖𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴
3:33 𝘢𝘮
She was born to Jae'elle and Malachi, the new parents were so nervous to meet their newborn child.
They had every right too, it was their child...
But the contract was sighed, stamps were packed away, messages had been spread.
The baby won't be approved for adoption until the doctor of Aniyah's choosing cleared the child to go home.
