Deem's Life xOLD VERSION

Chapter 15

 Chapter 15

“PUSH DEEM PUSH!” De’Andre screamed down my ear

“SHUT YOUR RASS MOUT’. WHAT DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST 8 HOURS?” Yes 8 hours.

The nurse came up to me to check how far I had gone.

“Right! You ready at 3 push as hard as you can. 1-”

“3.” I said and pushed. The amount of pain I was in was no joke. I felt tired.

“Argh, I can’t be asked anymore.” I said. I stopped pushing and just sat there. When I felt a strong pain go through my stomach. I pushed as hard as possible. That’s when I heard it, that’s when I heard my baby cry.

“You have a beautiful baby girl.”

 “Give her too me then.” They were bare holding her.

“Oh sorry.” They handed her over to me. She reminded me of Cory. I heard footsteps.

“Kadeem” In walked in Babatunde, Shamar, my mum...and Shamari. My smile dropped a little bit.

“Oh...hi.” I said. While sitting up and giving her to De’Andre.

My ‘mum’ came up to me and hugged me. She whispered something in my ear.

“I am SO proud of you. She’s beautiful.”

“You’re proud of me yeah? Yet you kicked me out. Because of what your friends would think.” I said while wiping my tears.

“Allow it Kadeem.” Shamari said.

“Shut up...you slapped me? I’m actually done with you lots. The only people that are there for me are Shamar.” I smiled at him. “Babatunde, De’Andre, Michael, Kerryn, Michelle and Rochelle....And they aint even family?” I kissed my teeth.

“Is that how you feel Deem?”Shamari asked.

“Just leave.” I said indirecting my mum and Shamari. They kissed their teeth and walked towards the door. “Naah come back.” They turnt around. “Leave the presents.” They put the presents on the side. I kissed my teeth.

“Woooah.” Michelle said.

“Ha...”

“What you naming her then?”

“Uhm...I don’t know.”

“I actually thought it would be a boy..”

“I think you should name her Michelle.” Michelle said while winking.

“Naah, Michaela.”

“Uhm how about no.” I said

“What about...La’Shyra.” Rochelle said while hugging Michael. That was actually a really nice name.

“Yeah...La’Shyra Shevelle Georges?”  I smiled.

“I’m so proud of you Deem’.” Shamar said while hugging me.

“Shorty K...” Babatunde said. How is 5ft5 short?

“Toby...you owe me money.” I said. He must have thought I’ve forgotten. When it comes to food and money...I don’t forget.

“Really....Let me hold my niece.”  I watched as he held La’Shyra.

“Welcome. To the fam B.” Babatunde said.

**

It’s been 3 months since I’ve had La’Shyra and I’m not going to lie I’ve been struggling. I should have just let my mum back in. The worse thing was that she looked more like Cory every day. I decided that I would find myself a job and a flat with De’Andre’s help. I sat down in my room and thought about everything that had happened to me so far. I got pregnant at 15...I was disowned by my mum at the age of 15...oh and I had shanked and bottled someone. Great.