Book 2 of the 'Broken series'
I stared at my reflection, disbelief flooding through me. I swore I'd never go back to him-never again. Yet here I am, right where I said I'd never be.
I should've left that life behind, but it keeps dragging me under...
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"How old are they now?" Tiara asks me, she's been playing with them ever since I came here this morning. Khalil went to deal with some business and because I didn't want to be alone in the big house, I asked him to drop me at my parents house.
"They're going to be 5 months on November 8th." I reply, as I watch her pick up one of her bratz dolls showing it to miliyon.
"So when can Mila play with dolls, because now she just puts what I give her in her mouth." She giggles as Miliyon's eyes travel every where Tia moves the doll.
"Well she'll understand how to play with it when she's about 2 or 3 years old."
She gives me a dramatic "oh" expression before she shifts her attention to the boys, they're on the bed on their stomachs literally trying to push themselves off. Boy babies are normally fast so I know soon they'll start creeping
, Mila does it too from time to time but I can tell that the boys are gonna creep before her.
"Pass me the clothes I layed out for them in the playpen." I instruct Tia now placing Mila on her back to get her dressed first; being that I just bathed them not too long ago.
Khalil should be coming soon to pick us up, so when we get home I'm just going to feed them and hopefully they fall asleep.
"Here you go." She says in a chirpy voice handing me Mila's onesie, her pink turban and her pink socks. While I'm changing her, she starts kicking her little chubby legs excitedly which causes me to laugh.
She's so silly.
As soon as I'm done putting on her pink onesie, I start cooing at her and would you believe this little girl showed me her tongue, tell me weh she learn fi do dat now.
"Who show yuh fi do dat Mila?" I ask her, as if she understood what I said she starts kicking her legs again now beginning to blow bubbles through her mouth.
"Yes mama, tell mommy who show yuh fi do dat." I pick her up this time and start kissing her chubby cheeks which makes her little giggles fill my ears.
