Jazmine Lopez is Ray Ray Lopez's little sister. Their parents died a year ago and now Ray is raising Jazmine. But, because Ray likes to party so much, there are many many secrets that Jazmine is keeping from. He thinks he knows her, when in reality...
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"Santo." I smile, pushing him back some.
"What?" He chuckles, pressing another kiss to my cheek.
"Stop being so adorable." I laugh.
"I'll do that when you stop being so gorgeous." He kisses my other cheek. "And that's not gonna happen."
"Silly." I giggle.
We were currently watching movies, in a tent that Santo made out of pillows and covers.
"No, just in love." He smiles down at me. We was laying down, I was beside him, my head on his chest. He had both arms around me, I had my good arm around him.
"Babe." I pout, not sad. Just overly happy to have him.
"Don't cry." He kisses my cheek, rubbing circles on my stomach.
"You're so sweet." I whine, making him laugh.
"This is your favorite part." He points at the screen.
"Awe." I smile, looking at the screen. We were watching my favorite movie, Love and Basketball. My favorite part is when they're playing basketball and finally get back together.
"Babe, are you crying?" Santo asks.
"No, it's sweat." I lie.
"Coming from your eyes?" He chuckles.
"Yeah. They were working out."
"Come here." He smiles, pulling me closer to him. He kisses the top of my head. "It's okay."
"It's so happy."
"I know, mama." He rubs my back. "Calm down."
"Can we get ice cream?" I sniffle, feeling the cravings kick in. Eight months pregnant is no joke. These hormones and cravings are off the wall. Last night I wanted a grilled cheese sandwich with peanut butter. This morning I wanted a banana and ketchup toast.
"Yeah, anything else?"
"French fries." I say.
"Okay, I'm gonna go make it." He pecks my forehead.
"Thank you." I smile, rubbing my tummy. It's almost regular size.
I still have both casts on, but I'm hoping I heal up before I have the baby. I haven't told Santo yet, but if I'm not better before I go into labor, the baby might not make it, or he will and I won't.
I don't know how to tell him that. I can't just say, 'by the way, I might die during labor. Or our baby will.'
