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"Okay"

His eyebrows furrow in confusion "that's all? Okay?!" I don't know what else to say, was there anymore to say at all?! Silence hung in the air and by the tell of his face, he's confused.

"Bonnie that's all you gotta say after what I just said?! No comeback? No questions?" He was confused, but really I didn't want to say anything, because I knew if I said something i would break down any second. I held back tears and the pain in my heart.

He scratched his head, frustrated and with a sigh he calmed down. While I was looking straight ahead, not wanting to look at his face. "Bonnie, I...I just don't want to argue with you, but I just wish you the best in life and I hope you'll find love one day. It's just...it isn't going to be with me."
     With that he left a peck on my right cheek, I shed one tear, one tear that meant for an ending. He gave me something to live for and I couldn't make him stay with me, even if I said it right there and then, because if I did he would've stayed but not love me like I would love him.

  4 years later

"Bonnie get your fat ass up" I hear my mother yelling from the kitchen. Trying to open my eyes but the heaviness of it just takes over shutting my eyes "just one more minute" I whisper.

"Bonnie Mahealani Tauti! Ke ofo ia oe seh

    I peeked at my alarm clock sitting besides my bed, 7:15am it read. Shit! I quickly bolted to my bathroom  and started my routine. Dark maroon pencil skirt, black plum top, black wedges, brush the hair, put on mascara and my favorite lipstick that goes with everything and brings out the fullness of my lips and lastly my black trench coat. I couldn't forget that, mostly because it's been chilly this past month.

"Mommy" in a soft voice, the little beast is finally awake. Standing in the frame of my bathroom door rubbing his eye, his cute little morning face looking up at me. His long curly hair and his beautiful jade green eyes that'll make every girl go after him is so irresistibly adorable. Although I really don't want any girls going after him, not until he's probably 30.

My little miracle and my everything in life.

"Well morning there little monster" I held out my hands for him to come. Carrying up his little body, I stood there In front of my bathroom mirror with my beautiful son in my arms and I thanked the good lord above for him, my little blessing of life.

Arian Kingsley Tauti, born June 30th 2014 at 7lbs and 6.01oz and the excruciating pain of being in labor for 12 hours was all worth it.

Walking downstairs with Arian in my arms and his head resting on my shoulder, my mother was in the kitchen making breakfast.

"Hey mom, you okay with watching him again?"

"Yeah hunny of course, just go to work I'll be fine. Aumai le kama (bring the boy)". Oh mom! You have no idea how much I love you right now. My mother is the one who has been so supportive and understanding throughout my whole life, I don't who I would be as a woman without her.

Giving Arian a quick kiss on his forehead and one on my mothers cheek, I bolted out the door with keys in my hands.

I can't believe I over slept, turning on the car and quickly dialing Andys number, this son of bish isn't answering his damn phone. Seatbelt buckled, on the road I go, dialing his number again and on the second ring he picked up.