♡chapter 4♡

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(zina has adhd guys//not brain bleed)

I began to slowly creep over to the crib and gently asked Zina, obviously still in pain, and said in a low, creeking voice. I began to exhale heavily as my breath got warmer, like the ocean.

"Zina..what's wrong?" I mumbled while trying to hold back my sickness..

she barely spoke and rolled over the opposite direction, her back facing my tattood shoulder, the room felt cold, and breezy, as cool air ran passed my chubby cheeks. "ill go and cook some pancakes for now, hija, okay?"

I crept over to the kitchen, and walked on the wooden floors, as the floors creeked slowly..

The sounds echoed throughout the rooms, as the lights shone all over the white walls, as it created a cool, shine. "

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