𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 ||ᴀᴍʙᴡ

𝟴.𝟱

After he introduced himself, my mother stared at him, nodded, and then introduced herself. I didn't want to be left alone with her; I just knew the questions would be aimed at me and not at him.

"So, Kenji, is that what made you just show up now?" my mother asked.

"I had... certain matters to attend to. Family issues," he managed to say. "But everything is fine now."

"Yahh bad man?" my mom blurted out.

(T/S : Are You A Bad Person (Like As In Murderer Etc)

Kenji peered at her, then shook his head. "No, ma'am."

"Okay, so yuh understand seh she a mi big daughter, and this is har first pickney," my mom said.

(T/S : So You Understand That This Is My Oldest Daughter And This Is Her First Child)

"Pic-ni?" He asked, confused.

It means child," I explained.

"Oh, yes," he replied.

"You have to tek responsibility for your pickney then," my mom declared.

"I will," he replied curtly.

My mom nodded, then turned toward me. "Yuh want see har? You still need to give her a name," she asked.

I felt nervous, twiddling my fingers. Kenji noticed and held my hands in his. I tried to pull them away, but he held on tightly. My mom noticed and looked at me.

"What if she doesn't like me?" I mumbled.

"Of course, she'll love you. You gave birth to her, she's yours. Nobody else has held her yet. We want you to be di first one," she finished.

I nodded. She smiled and left the room. Kenji looked at me, and I expected him to start talking about how I should come with him, but instead, he just stared. I started feeling self-conscious and looked away, but then I felt a hand gently tilt my chin up. As he leaned closer, his eyes met mine, then my lips, then back to my eyes.

"I missed you," he said softly.

I almost got lost in his presence. Deep down, I missed him too. I didn't think it was possible, but he looked even more handsome than before.

When the door opened, I pulled back from him. The nurse walked in with my mother, carrying the baby in her arms.

"Hi, Mommy," the nurse greeted as she placed the baby in my arms. "You can breastfeed her, by the way."

I nodded at the nurse and then looked down at my baby. Tears pooled in my eyes. She came from me. I observed her tiny, delicate body, counting her fingers and checking her everywhere.

Her eyes were closed, and I prayed her vision was fine. Her skin tone was a darker mix between mine and Kenji's. She was fairly chubby. I gently touched her chubby cheek.

"She's beautiful," I muttered, gazing at her tiny foot and noticing a birthmark. I held onto her small hand, cradling it in mine.

"She's so chubby and pretty," I mumbled.

I caught Kenji's gaze, burning into me. It was obvious she was his. Apart from her darker skin and lips, she had many of his features—his eyes, his ears...

"We need to talk," he mumbled quietly as he moved beside me.

I nodded, avoiding eye contact. My eyes stayed on my daughter. "Kaia," I said aloud.

"Her name?" my mother asked.

"Yeah," I murmured, feeling exhaustion hit me, my consciousness fading.

3rd POV