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"it's okay...appa's (dad) got you," I whispered, gently bouncing my newborn baby boy in my left arm to calm him.
All while still trying to make sure I was cuddling my baby girl just as close in my right, keeping her warm.
I hated this entire situation, this sick, twisted, and exhausting situation....but what I hated most was the fact that I had brought two innocent children into it.
"where are we going?" I asked, meeting Saint's eyes through the rearview mirror.
He'd been completely silent as he drove, which I couldn't say was exactly shocking.
Just considering the amount of what we all went through, and what he specifically had to do to get us out of it.
He took a couple of seconds before responding, then spoke, "You were right, we can't stay here...not with the babies...not any longer."
This caused me to raise my eyebrows in question as he continued.
"—imma stop back at the crib to get what I can of our things, and after that, we're gonna head to a hotel outside of the city." He explained.
His words, as shocking as they were, weren't something I wasn't gonna argue with—from day one all I've wanted to do was leave.
I don't care how much pain I was in—if it came to getting my children and I out of this hellhole...I was in.
"—I'm not disagreeing with you, actually this is what I've wanted." I started, "—but you were against it at first, so I just want to make sure you've thought this through."
"There isn't much to think about." He stated immediately.
"Look around Khalil." He mumbled in addition.
The windows of Saint's truck were tinted darkly, so from the outside looking in you couldn't see a thing, but from the inside looking out, I got a pretty good view of how terrible it looked outside.
"—I don't need to look around Saint, there's stitches in my stomach." I shot back immediately.
"exactly." He replied.
"—and I'm not risking it anymore—any of it—you..the kids, I'm not." He mumbled.
"You were right, we should've been left." He added lowly.
"Saint—" I spoke, only to be cut off.
"Most of the babies' stuff is already packed, I can make new cribs when we get to Texas." He continued.
