Tara POV
May 22nd, 2021
📍: Jacks Hill Road, Kingston
3:19 PM
"Alright Papa... no bother with the fussing."
I soothe my son in a soft voice as I watched his face morph in sadness.
As breast drop outta him mouth him wah bawl down the entire place like nobody a kill him.
He whined eyes watering looking me dead in the face wanting to cry.
Watch yah to...
- Early manipulation -
Him is his father child!
"Ashad Atlas Timbers, a play you have the breast a play with cause you belly full. The milk keep on a run outta you mouth and waste," my voice was slightly elevated and sharp.
His brows knitted instantly, his shiny brown eyes watched me intently trying figure out my emotion.
He looks so confused.
Poor likkle thing.
- Man must a wonder why you a call out him full government name -
Maybe a true me kinda shout.
"Mummy didn't mean to sound so... lemme burp you so you can get some sleep." I sealed that with a kiss to his tiny nose earning sleepy giggles.
The rocking chair swayed to and forth under our weight as I patted his back wait for his to belch. The motion also made his eyes close faster.
Good, me can go look food...
In waiting, my eyes examined the room space, half of the furniture had to be move out so I could have Atlas nearby.
Something about having him a room away make me panic.
What happens if he needs me and I'm not nearby?
It's difficult trying to raise a baby correctly without spoiling them.
Would you look at that.
I'm raising a baby...
My baby...
I made a baby...
- You just a realize that? -
It often is surreal...
I did this... made this...
- Wapm Russian never help pan the project? -
No really, him just kinda buy the material and write him name pan the project when me done.
- Never tell a lie -
He sleepily burped with his eyes closed.
Seconds went by, Atlas slept unmoved in my arm, proprioception took over as my index finger tested under his nose for life evidence.
- Paranoid much? -
Trauma response.
His birth experience had me doing this from the moment I left the hospital with him.
~ FLASHBACK ~
If me never sure a who breed me right now in this moment without a doubt me would a know.
The pickney stubborn like Russian and not even reach yah yet.
A could a push from now till next week him no wah come out.
YOU ARE READING
Her Redemption: The Phoenix
RomansaBook Two Of The "HER" Duology Bodies dropping, tears spilling and the world is in turmoil. You do know what they say right? After a raging storm, there will be a calm. Let's pick up where we left off in "The Phoenix."
