Weeks passed and I haven't received another letter.
Not like I was expecting another letter.
November came
So did my birthday
I tried celebrating in the best way
My mom insisted we leave
Since Alistair has a lead
On where we are.
I'm just at the age of 20,
I now know life aplenty.
The clinic's doctor says I'll pop soon
After I give birth I'm moving
To somewhere a little more soothing
Where Alistair might not see me
So I can enjoy life with my baby
YOU ARE READING
The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
