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Bloom

Zyairie POV
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Lamaya is sitting in the front of the car looking at the kids every second through the mirror I smile at her

She's obsessed with them and honestly it's nothing weird just very adorable

We're almost home Dylan nem is behind us driving

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We're at home and lamaya is exhausted dylan and the others are staying in the house next door

We're currently in westmoreland where lamaya is originally from. Each day I learn more about her

Taking the carrier i took the kids inside as lamaya holds her stomach looking at me. She's still in the car

She shouldn't be doing much walking yet I bring her inside after I'm done

She goes to the room downstairs because climbing stairs might rip her stitches she has gotten 25 that's a whole lot and she's been in pain for a long time

Her stomach is still a bit bug but no stretch marks or whatever

She breastfed the babies before so I think bottle would work good for them until she gets some rest

Har breast dem small still mi mean small asf how mi deven know dawg

She doesn't want to breast feed because it's painful. I will not force her to do anything she doesn't want to she's been through enough in the past few days

Nobody has seen the babies yet only her mother and mines she says she's protecting them for a while

I get that

I take care of them until lamaya wakes up to breast feed them. She looks sad all of a sudden and I'm not sure why

What's happening?

She hands me Zahirie

(Za-hi-rie)

I take him from her putting him down in the crib what's wrong with her

Zaharia

(Za-ha- ri-a) starts crying making me turn my attention to them lamaya sits on the bed looking at the babies

But doesn't say anything

Normally when they cry she wants them instantly now she's zoned out

I take Zaharia and Zahirie to another room putting them to sleep before coming back to lamaya

She's standing infront a mirror looking at herself she's crying

"Mama what's wrong,?" She doesn't say anything but continues to look at herself and cry

"Will this be there forever,?" She asks

"Maybe,"

She frowns

"Lamaya that's a scar of a strong woman who have life to another human being, yuh strong and beautiful dat nuh mek uh nuh less ,"

"Mi love it," she looks at me

"Baby uh beautiful," I say kissing her stitch

"Mi love uh even more and it nah go change now or never just believe mi wen mi seh yuh strong,"

"But-"

"No but ma believe mi,"

She smiles

Taking her hand I bring her to the room where our kids were