Chapter Thirty Three

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Kera Neverson

I'd made a hot breakfast for the kids and I before school, which was just eggs, bacon and toast. Kobe was currently in my arms drinking his milk, while I tried to eat. So far things have been okay dealing with parenting by myself. I mean he has the kids every two weeks and vise versa.

"Eat up because we have to go." I told the kids remembering that I'd already packed they're lunches.

Marcus and I ended up talking all night last night, and apologized for whatever that was. On cue as if I spoke him up, he popped up in the house without knocking. He kissed my cheek while giving high fives to the kids.

"You better hurry up so y'all can learn."

"Ugh." Layla groaned.

"It's good to learn stuff." He continues.

"Not when you going to a place you don't like."

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"These came out great Marcus." I said looking at the photos on the camera.

"The camera just loves me."

"Mhm."

"You love me too."

I walked away to the snack bar grabbing some to the dessert that they had. He followed me while literally breathing down my neck.

"Marcus move."

"Nope say you love me."

"I love you."

"I love you too K."

I went back into my dressing room to change and now head out for some coffee and then the meeting. For some reason I stared to feel dizzy, so I sat down on the chair, attempting to put my legging back on but failed too.

I laid down on the chair to calm my breathing. Marcus being himself his yelling didn't help, more so brought on a uncalled for headache. I laid on the couch in my robe, just as the door bust open.

"Kera get up! What are you doing?" He yelled.

"Stop yelling."

"Get up!"

I got up from the couch falling while doing so. I don't know if it was something I hate, or all this stress in my life. From the problem, himself.

"Kera you good?"

"Yeah."

"No you ain't, we going to the hospital."

"Marcus I'm fine." My voice was shaking and I couldn't lie anymore, I was not fine.

Later on . . .

"You have post traumatic stress disorder, I really don't know how your other doctor couldn't see that specially with you being pregnant before." My temporal doctor states just as he looks over his clipboard a few times.

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