After fighting hard to resist what seems to be destiny, single Mother Casidy and Jamaican Bad man Reign paired up despite the many obstacles and life threatening situation that came in their path. Now wedding bells are in the air, but will they make...
It's been two weeks and I've been sick to my stomach with this child. We haven't told anyone other than who was present that night, not even Charity! Given that it was a 50/50 % chance of a full term pregnancy, we both agreed not to draw attention to ourselves and just to wait until we were past the first trimester. Besides, I couldn't take the bag of visitors and long drawn out phone calls from the same hypocrites that made all their comments the night of the gala.
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I was put on bed rest until the spotting stopped and my vitals were back to normal. The spotting only lasted two days but, my blood sugar level was mostly down because I brought up everything I had, except ginger tea and water. I was eight weeks and 3 days pregnant today and already tired of sitting and doing nothing but scroll through Social Media. Reign wouldn't allow me to lift even a straw! He was always by my side, not that I didn't love that but, he was just there treating me as if I was a sick and wounded person.
'Deven M&M nuh get dem ya treatment ya! It a get to mi ya now man!'
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M&M was allowed to walk around freely and jovial as ever, though he was the one recovering from something as serious as a 'gunshot wound.' If I decided to walk to the stairs, he would hold my hand leading me as if I was blind.
'Mi no lub ee at all! Mi hope di docta clear mi tomorrow and done cause dem people ya out fi mek mi mad!'
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