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Azriel Thompson POV
Sunday, March 19th
11:40 am
Pain strikes through my frontal lobe propelling me into a fetal position with my head held tightly in my hands while I groan in pain. Slowly, I open my eyes.
Nuh know why mi did mek Keira boost mi and now headache a kill mi
Stuck to the wall, that the bed is pushed against to prevent Maleek from falling when he sleeps with me. I haul the sheet up to my head, cocooning myself into it's comfort as I attempt to go back to sleep.
My phone rings and I scoff, flapping the sheets to bury it underneath the duvet.
The caller won't give up... Oh God
With my eyes tightly shut, I search blindly for the ringing phone. My fingers brush against it and a loud hiss comes from me.
I lift my head off the bed and quickly rest it back on the pillow when pain ripples through my body and the feeling of nausea floods through me.
The phone stops ringing and I finally open my eyes, my belly feels weird and the room feels as if it has been filled with me inside.
Groaning I move onto my side, closing my eyes and pulling myself into the fetal position.
No sah, the drink that Keira mek up last night was something else. I knew it was strong but mi definitely never think it would mash me up this bad.
The door connecting to Donna's side pushes open and I open my eyes, making four with Rayshawn's, red and tired eyes.
"Mommy seh yuh fi come fi Maleek," He says his voice dry and low.
Look like him mash up tuh.
"Yuh can bring him come please?" I ask him in a pleading voice and he hisses before nodding his head and leaving.
If mi neva feel the way I do, I would have put him inna him place.
Hissing my teeth I try again to get up off the bed. This time I make sure to move slowly so as to not shake my body too much.
I pull myself up towards the headboard, resting my back against it I rub my pounding head, my stomach growls and I slack my shoulders.
Nah guh lie, Miss Donna Sunday pot smells good. While the old fart attitude disgusting the one thing I would say about her that is good is her cooking.
But I wouldn't dare open my mouth to beg that woman a plate. Fi she guh poison it give mi. Not even would do that if mi even did a snort diet coke.
The door opens again and Maleek's giggles fill the room as Rayshawn walks in with him.
His eyes meet mine and his smile spreads bigger, causing me to smile.
He stretches his hands and leans towards me eager for me to take him from Rayshawn.
Rayshawn sits him on the bed and he wobbly runs his way to me.
I open my arms and he throws himself into them. I wrap them around him as I rock him from side to side placing kisses all over him.
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