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Saheed's POVMonday, October 1110:21 a

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Saheed's POV
Monday, October 11
10:21 a.m.





"We ago late because a you" Paige grumbles from beside me as I maneuvered through the traffic.

Today was her first doctor's appointment and she's been on edge since morning.

She just miserable and complain bout everything.

"Drive faster nuh Saheed!" she grumbles and I couldn't help but shake my head.

"Kill yuh wah mi kill ih two a we off?" I ask glancing over at her before quickly bringing my attention back on the road.

"A your fault mek we late inno suh nuh bada tek our yuh frustration pon mi" I hiss, speeding through a red light.

Mi know if mi did stop she woulda cuss mi and mi cya tek the noise inna mi ears right now.

"No is actually your fault because yuh neva wah hurry up and bathe suh that's why me tek suh long cause mi obviously did affi beat yuh time" is her excuse.

A competition?

Driving into the doctor's office, I park at the nearest spot to the entrance since I know Paige would complain if I parked further away.

"See it deh! Ten thirty a we appointment and a ten thirty now" she fussed, unbuckling her seatbelt.

Ignoring her, I do the same not forgetting to grab my wallet from the center console.

She grabs her purse and opens the passenger side door before climbing out of the car.

Once I was outside, I close the door and use my key to lock it.

"Let's gooooo" she says impatiently as I made my over to her side.

When I was near her I put her hand in mine and we walk into the doctor's office together.

Nah lie mi love mi ooman but sometimes she get a likkle bit pon mi nerves.

Especially now that she a breed she have mood swings and bad temper.

Pulling the door for her, she gently lets go off my hand and walk in first. I follow suite, observing the small lobby that had less than ten people waiting.

Paige walks up to the receptionist and gives her, her name as I pull my phone from my pocket.

"Paige what?" the middle age lady asks, pushing up her glasses on her face.

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