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Sage

"Camilla, can you help me?"

"What do you need help with, Sage?"

"Could you teach me how to raise a child?" I questioned, looking at her fully.

"Sure, ask the nanny" She laughed. "What specifically?"

"How do you change a diaper?"

"Sage. . ."

"Yes?"

"You already know how to change a diaper"

"How do you make a bottle?"

"You know how to do that too"

"I do?" I questioned.

"Yes" She laughed. "You've changed plenty of diapers and made plenty of bottles on your own"

I twisted my lip to the side, realizing that she was right.

"Wow, really?"

"Diapers, bottles, food, and keeping the baby happy. That's the first year right there"

I grinned slightly.

"Don't tell Danny, but he's the test run" She laughed.

"Are you and dad trying to have your own kids?"

Her face went red and she shook her head no. "Danny's enough for me"

"Thank you Camilla" I said, going back to my room.

Keisha had made herself comfortable on my bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Soaking in your mattress girl"

"Lazy" I giggled.

"What you doing later?"

"Uhh"

"Uh? Girl what is an uh?" Keisha sat up on my bed and turned towards me.

"Bryson asked me out on a date"

Keisha got one of my pillows and tossed it at my head. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I didn't-"

"Think" She finished for me. "That's what"

"Keisha"

"Sage" She mocked me.

"Meanie"

"We have to go to the mall and find you something to wear. Can I do your makeup?"

"I wasn't going to the mall, and I wasn't going to wear makeup. I was going to wear something out of my closest"

"It's not a crime to get dolled up for your boo thang, Sage. Besides, do you have anything to accommodate for that belly?"

"My stomachs not even that big"

"Yes, but it's big enough. Get ready because we're going shopping"

"Keishaaaa" I whined. "My feet hurt and the mall is one of the absolute last places that I wanted to be"

"I don't care, Miss Wyatt"

An hour and a half later we were at the mall.

I sat on the bench with a frown on my face.

"You'd better stop pouting, before I beat you"

I quickly smiled. "Who's pouting?"

"Thought so" She eyed me up and down. "What about this?"

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