Chapter 16

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Dejanae's POV

The door unlocked and a short petite women stood, she had long black hair and a nice body, she looked so much like Damion.

Rosie: You must be Dejanae?

Dejanae: yes Ma'am

Rosie: Sweetie you can call my Rosie she laughed as we walked into the door.

Rosie: Damion set the table it's time to eat.

Damion: ight mama.

Damion let go of my hand leaving me standing at the door by myself, 

The house was beautifully set up, I could totally get used to coming here.

Damion's POV

Me and my mama were in the living room setting the table.

Rosie: Damion you treat that girl right you hear me?

Damion: of course mama.

Rosie: I mean it Damion none of that craziness you had before, you gotta be there for her and that baby.

My head shot up like a bullet.

Damion: You know?

Rosie: baby I'm your mother I know your big rock head did something stupid and got that poor girl pregnant she chuckled.

Damion: yeah I"m not proud of how I got her pregnant but now that she is we've gotten really close.

Rosie: that's sweet baby but your still stupid for getting that girl pregnant.

Damion: I know that mama.

Rosie: never mind the past let's just focus on my new grandchild and his or her future, call your girl in so we can eat.

I walked into the living room to see Dejanae snooping threw old picture's.

Damion: whatcha doing ma? she almost jumped out of her skin.

Dejanae: Damn Damion you scared the hell out of me

Damion:"my fault ma"I said between laughs

Dejanae: your fault my ass boy I almost had a damn heart attack.

Damion: I'm sorry baby

Dejanae: no none of that, I got something for your ass later.

And with that she bumped past me into the dining room, I watched her walk away well I watched her ass walk away and boy that was a sight to see.

I walking into the dining room and the smell of chicken filled my nose, mama had made fried chicken, and mac n cheese, we said grace and ate.

Rosie: So Dejanae how many weeks are you?

Dejanae's eyes got big

Dejanae: what?

Rosie: how many weeks are you? you look about 8 am I right baby?

Dejanae: yes but how did you know?

Rosie: Baby I'm a mother I could tell that you were by the way you were walking.

Dejanae: I'm sorry

Rosie: There's nothing to be sorry about, It's God's gift this baby is gonna change you I'm so many ways good and bad, stay strong love and know that me and Damion are there for you forever and always.

With that we finished the rest of our dinner, Mama and Dejanae really came close she practically is like her mom.

Dejanae loves it I hadn't seen her smile that bright ever and I would do anything to keep that perfect smile on her face.

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