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I shall be ending this book soon, but I have to find a way to end it... and I don't know how.
Part of me want to do a big ass time skip, but then again I'm so indecisive as always.
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Bittersweet moments, bittersweet...
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4 Months Later
"One more push! C'mon you got it Monica." Erin coached, holding her hand.Princeton was on the other side of the hospital bed, holding her hand tightly. He was sweating and was nearly about to pass out from the sight, yet alone. He couldn't handle all of the screaming and yelling Monica was doing at this very moment.
"AH, FUCK!" She yelled at the top of her lungs causing both Erin and Princeton to jump.
"Why are men on this fucking earth!" She yelled out of anger.
"Monica, I see the head! You're doing amazing, take deep breaths and keep pushing." The OBGYN encouraged, smiling to herself.
Monica frustratedly groaned.
Princeton prayed that this delivery was successful. He couldn't afford to lose Monica, for she was the mother of their daughter and played an important role in his life.
After one more big push, Monica had successfully and gratefully pushed out their beautiful babygirl in whom they collectively named, Samaria Daniela Renee James.
As soon as the nurse placed Samaria into Monica's shaky hands, Princeton was stunned and couldn't control his emotions.
Samaria and Princeton were literally clones.
"Damn Prince, she's yours for sure." Erin stated, shaking his head at the baby girls undeniable beauty.
"With her light bright self." He joked, watching as she kept her eyes closed.
"I want her to open her eyes." Monica smiled, out of breath. "I bet you she has your eyes."
Princeton chuckled, shaking his head. "She probably doesn't. I was the only one blessed with these eyes to be honest." And that was true.
Neither his mom, dad, or brother had colored eyes.
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