What time you get here?🧃
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AMNIJA KLARITY OTTOMAN
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He's... beautiful.
My chest ached watching him, his little chest rising and falling under the hospital blanket. I couldn't stop crying.
My tears kept slipping down onto his fingers, and I held them tight like if I let go, he'd disappear again.
"Qeyyz," I whispered. "I'm so sorry," I leaned into him. "I didn't know. I swear I didn't know..."
His hand was still. His eyes shut. He looked so peaceful.
Innocent.
My son. Our son.
"Sir, yuh can't just be walk—"
A nurse tried to intervene, but then I heard it "Move. A my youth dis."
That voice.
Kwes.
For the first time in father mode.
I turned around slowly. He was already inside the room, eyes cutting straight through me like a blade.
Cold...
... and deadly.
The door creaked shut behind him. "How yuh know him name?"
This man is so predictable.
I had a feeling he'd get the wrong idea, and he did.
"Kwes... I..."
"I what, Amoy?" his tone sharpened, thick with disbelief. "Yuh know we have a youth and yuh hide dat from me?"
"No! I didn't—Kwes, I didn't know—"
"So wah this mean then? Wah mi a look pan? When this even happ'n?"
Then he adds. "He's about 10."
"No... he's eight," I insisted.
His mouth twitched, eyes narrowing. "Last year him tell me him a 9," he repeats.
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AMNIJA
Romance"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened righ...
