Devotion (Jamaican🇯🇲) COMPLETED

Chapter 37

"Someone loves you honey more than anything in the world❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

6 months

Abigail

"Maaa mamma! Mamamama!" I heard over the loud sound of fried chicken I was making. My eyes widened and a smile grew on my on my face.   MY WITTLE WITTLE SWEET PUMPKIN CUTEEEE CHUBBY BOY MY LITTLE ZIEEE ZIEEEE🥰🥰🥰🥰 I took out the last two pieces of hot chicken placing it into the plate to cook and covered it gently as I heard coos and cries. I made my way out the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Ma ma ma!" Followed by low coos I heard. When I heard his crying beginnig I dashed up four stairs almost breaking my leg and arm. I made it into the room just in time, walking over the crib to see my tiny baby boy who's curious face lit up instantly into a smile when he saw me, he reached for my face with his soft brown hands. I sat down laughing along with him as I scooped him into my arms and filled his tiny face with kisses. He giggled loudly.

"You trick me you is a trickster? You mischievous sneaky little boy!" I laughed kissing his cheeks and his hands that tried push me away. He giggled uncontrollably and his eyes twinkled staring into mines. Those almond eyes. Just like his fathers. His entire face looked just like him. Even his face of annoyance. When his milk wasn't warm enough or like a couple seconds ago when I took too long to pick to come to him. He looked just like Jermaine. He pretended as if he was sleepy and as soon as I walked away to go cook he started calling for me. He loved to play with me. He thought it was hilarious to hear me running up the stairs.

"Why you trick yuh mommy Zion? Why yuh like trick me? I tapped his nose. He laughed loudly. He was such a perfect little boy. He was healthy and happy. That was all I prayed about. He was my third pregnancy. I was sad, not as sad as my other two. But I was always depressed. I ate so much cake omg....

Me eat cake suh till Jermaine ask me if a try me a try kill off me and the baby. I never fancied cake normally so I knew it was this little fat boy wanting cake as early as the morning was I'd wake up feening for a slice of red velvet cake. I'd feel like if I didn't have it I'd lose my mind. Now that he's here he's always crying for cake when he sees me with it and I gave him some to taste. He was extremely funny he loved flowers expecially the ones Jermaine planted he'd cry to go outside just to touch them. He's Always kicking his little feet and yelling. He said his first word recently.

He called Andre's name. Not exactly but everyone knew what he was trying to say. It was funny. Andre was always holding him. And tommy. They fought over him.

I sat by the window staring at him. He was so precious. He was like a little Angel in my arms. Zion Jermaine brown I could've named him Jermaine brown but I liked Zion. I held him up as I opened the window showing him outside. I knew that was what he wanted. He wanted to see outside. He loved outside.

"Bird!" I pointed at the birds that sat by the Apple tree. Me cya wait suh till them bare. Fi nyam dem with salt.

Me a make sure put current pan ih tree cause me bad mind suh. Last time Tommy come pick off the whole a dem give him likke friend dem.

It nahh happen again.

I laughed my my own thoughts. I could be silly at times.

"Bird, look Zion. It name bird" I told him. He tried to say the word but it only came out in spits and coos. I smiled wiping his tiny pink lips. Even his lips he got from his father. He looked absolutely nothing like me. Jermaine was so surprised when he was born. He looked like him and Andre.