Let It Rain | Otara |wlw | Book3

Chapter 26 "first dance"

"Oh, babe...? where is she!?" Tara’s voice started to get enraged, trying to get herself up to find Yansen, but Jaime held her hand and head slowly back to her lap.

"Hey, calm down.. she's left, and I can't lift you to bed or even in the sofa there; no offense aside from being tall but also heavy," Jaime replied, holding her head resting on her lap.

"Did I pass out?" Tara said, slowly sitting next to her.

"Yes, almost an hour enough to stare at your beautiful face," Jaime smirked in a sarcastic manner.

"Oh, god, wait, I need to—"" she said, trying to stand but failing to hold herself long enough, losing strength off balance, everything is spinning, stumbled down to bed, Jaime held catching. Tara remembered that the doctors had said that her medication had side effects.

"Tara... Tara... I can't breathe." Jaime tapped her shoulders, lifting Tara's face while Jaime was at the bottom of the bed.

"You are heaviness sucking all the remaining strength on my nerves. God!"" Jaime pushes Tara away, laying next to her.

"I remember, I pinned you down as you requested. I thought I would crush you." Tara giggled in a weak tone, smiling.

"Don't say that; you're making fun of me," Jaime said, avoiding immediately going to the door as if she were being attacked, but she paused for a moment in the hallways, biting her lower lip, reminiscing about that request.

Jaime cannot deny that Ferguson genes affected her entire reason; in the first place, she was drawn and fell in love with.

Youre too hot to handle sometimes, Tara, including being stubborn, ugh!

She murmured, blowing a few strands of hair covering Jaime's eyes.

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"Hi baby, how are you? I'm sorry if I didn't make it early today; something is up." Tara explains that while the baby is placed on her lap, facing her, smiling her tiny baby hands, she keeps reaching Tara's fingers to hold.

"Come, let's dance, shall we? Because you are a mom is a witch, let us dance this fly me to the moon.. in jazz,’ Tara decided to kiss the baby's head near her. Reaching the classic black record player’s disc, it starts playing smoothly and is entertained by the baby she is dancing with. A couple of minutes had passed, and Tara noticed that the infants continued to reach their chest.

"Oh, someone's hungry, the little cutie here." Tara smiles and looks at her, expressing the baby’s actions towards her.

"Here, try to feed her on the bottle. I pumped it this morning. I just made it a little bit warm," Jaime said.

"uh me?why..."

“I allow you to feed her in the bottle," Jaime rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Ah, yes, I didn't get that part; okay, let me try," she said, slowly placing the bottle near the baby's lips.

"It looks so weird, Tara," he said, holding on, laughing towards her.

"She's so vulnerable, I'll take my time," Tara said without looking at Jaime, who covers her mouth-lip biting, looking at those two.

"Tara, hey, she's not made of glass that would crack anytime," Jaime made fun of her for a moment.

"Here, let me show you," she sat next to Tara, holding and assisting her hand while feeding the baby.

"Thank you, Jaime.. for giving me this chance and opportunity to be part of the baby's life," Tara said, staring at the baby’s sleepy eyes while she bottle-feeds. Tara kisses her gently.