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Ximora pushed her baby's stroller through the mall, a few bags in her hand as she looked around to decide where she wanted to go next. It was one of her days off and she used the day for her and Armani to go to the mall and just treat themselves.
9 months old Armani laid in her stroller, blabbering to herself loudly while looking up at her mom with her big doll eyes that Ximora loved so much. "What you over here talking about mama," She leaned down, softly pinching her cheeks making her giggle and squeal. "You so silly."
"She's so adorable," Ximora heard making her quickly look up seeing a woman walking past her, staring at her baby.
"Thank you," Ximora gave her a tight smile before covering Armani's stroller more. She was very cautious when it came to her daughter and people seeing her. Every little thing gave her anxiety, even a compliment. She was just very overprotective when it came to her daughter.
After the shootout with Ximora, Xavier, and Kelo, Ximora gave birth not even a day later. Giving Armani Deaja King life on November 16th. It was the best and worst day of her life. She lost and gained someone, secrets came out, minds were deceived, but most importantly, she gave birth to her baby girl.
Her life changed drastically after that event occurred. She moved to Texas, not wanting anything to do with Atlanta anymore including the people that were there.
Ximora found out that Xavier wasn't even her real brother and the people she thought were her "parents" weren't even her real parents. She was being lied to her whole life by both Kelo and her "aunt" Rebecca. She couldn't believe it, she didn't know how to feel and who to trust. Rebecca wouldn't even give her the closure she was begging for.
The words of Xavier's kept replaying in Ximora's head... "I knew you wasn't my real sister when you couldn't even stay loyal to a nigga" because she finally knew what he meant. They were never even blood the whole time. She thought about it everyday. She thought the fact that they weren't even related would maybe make her feel less guilty about ending his life but it didn't.
Everyday she thought about that traumatic experience that she was forced to be into. She was thinking about therapy, but the things she would want to express was way too much for that.
Houston was a refreshing change for her. She liked to call it a fresh start because she didn't know anybody out here, she restarted her business back up, and changed her number and social medias. She was protecting the peace of her and her daughter.
The only person she stayed in contact with was India. India understood her reasons for leaving but she was glad she didn't cut her off. They checked on each other from time to time and India always sent gifts for her baby niece...
