22 year old Sabriya Jones living in Brooklyn New York while helping her mother run there family bakery.
Helping her mother run the bakery and on top of struggling on keeping up with her rent, she's also studying to be a doctor but mainly for Kids a...
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It's been days, weeks, months since I've seen Lorenzo.
I'm starting to think for the worst but I can't do it alone. I recently learned that I'm pregnant. This is not the way I wanted to find out.
My baby's father probably not even gonna be present or alive and on top of that Izara. She's no better, she's been taking it hard on herself.
She's not the bubbly girl she was... she's now quiet, never wants to eat, moody and I don't blame her.
I walked down the villa stairs slowly and Stefano glared at me. "Mija, what did I tell you about the stairs!" He rolled his eyes and picked me up.
"You know Lorenzo would be upset" he quietly said as he carried me down the rest of the stairs and then placed me on my feet.
I looked over at Lorenzo as my lip trembled. "I have something to tell you Sabriya..." he quiet said which made me instantly worried because he always called me Mija not by my government.
I kept my sadden eyes on him as he looked down. "He's dead" Stefano said.
My ears started to ring as I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"N-no... no!" I screamed out and collapsed on my knees. I cried out loudly as Stefano picked me up and I kept on punching him.
"Your lying!" I didn't want to believe what he said.
"I'm sorry sabriya..." he placed me back on my feet.
I held onto my stomach as I cried. I watched Izara walk down the stairs.
"Papas gone isn't he" she rasped out as her lip trembled.
"I'm sorry princess..." I looked over at her and she already knew my answer.
She broke out a heart raking cry as she ran back up the stairs. I looked at Stefano as he couldn't look me in my own eyes.
"I have too raise 2 children by myself" I cried out. "You have your familia, don't say that" he looked down at me.
"Still, my baby boy won't have a father figure." I shook my head and cried into Stefano's chest and he quickly wrapped his arms around my waist.
