Only You- Jade and Leigh-Anne

Jade 1.22

December, Aaliyah 5 years old, Haven 3, Amina 2

"Fuck me." I whimpered, making my mark on his neck.

"Gladly." He groaned. "She's in the way." He muttered, trying to slip off my top.

"Pretend she's not." I pleaded. "Come on, I need you so badly."

"I can't just pretend there's not a massive bump here." He laughed. He dragged his fingers along the covered bump, and looked up at me.

"Undress me you twat." I giggled.

"Well how can I say no to that?" Jed smirked. "Hands up babe." He whispered, pulling my top over my head. "I love these." He mumbled, running his fingers along my chest.

"Touch them and you're dead to me." I warned.

"That's not very fair. They grow and I'm not allowed near them?"

"They're sore, touch them or get near them and I'll scream." I laughed, wrapped my arms around his neck. "Not the types of screams you want out of me either, cheeky boy."

"Might just have to push my luck." He shrugged, shimming out of his shirt.

"Push your luck and you won't live to see your daughter."

"Do I get laid first?" He grinned.

"You'll die with a hard dick, try me." I smirked. "Don't you dare." I warned as he kissed down my neck. "Jed..." I groaned, my arms not willing to move.

"I like it when you say my name" Jed mumbled.

"Jed- babe" My head wanted one thing and my body wanted another. I felt my body arch up into his touch, as much as I wanted to fight it, I couldn't. My hormones were way out of control.

"What was that about not touching these beauties?" He wondered, dragging his lips across them.

"Jed-" I whimpered, through gritted teeth. "Don't-"

"But it doesn't sound like you don't want me to." He whispered.

"Ouch." I hissed as he placed a hard kiss to one of my sore boobs. "Fuck, ouch." I groaned, my hand flying up to hover over my bare chest. "Fucking shit, I said no."

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A routine yearly check up for Amina quickly spiraled into something much bigger. One simple question turned into a serious concern. I knew Amina was a bit late to develop, but comparing her to Aaliyah and Haven wasn't fair. She was her own person right? She developed as she grew and to be fair both Aaliyah and Haven were very early bloomers, both were walking and talking by their first birthday. Looking back now, maybe I had missed some of the signs in Amina, maybe I failed as a mammy. She didn't walk until after her first birthday, and even then she preferred to crawl, she didn't speak as clearly as her sisters did at two either.

"Mammy?" Amina piped up as we walked through the door, finally back home.

"What baby?" I replied, throwing my bag forcefully into the closet.

"You kay?"

"Mammys fine, just go play." I mumbled, on the verge of tears. I had missed things. I was a failure. I watched as she ran to the living room and pulled out some dolls and sat next to Haven. Why her?