She had to find out why the government hid her father's sudden disappearance years ago for her mother's own sanity. Nakia Foss comes across her father's plans to build a real time machine.
He has disappeared on them back when she was only seven year...
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Time had sure gone by us pretty fast. I was now three months preggers. We were going to find out if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl at the next doctor apt. That was going to make things a whole lot easier on us. Then once we knew what we were having then we could decide on a name for baby Fox. Then Michael would stop calling the baby Foxy! Hopefully.
I had a feeling Michael would still keep calling the baby Foxy either way. Because he enjoyed getting a rise out of me from doing it. Silly man. I was all dressed for the day.
We were going to get to hear the babies heart beat today to. We would get our first photo of the baby. I was so excited! I had on a light pink maternity ward dress on me. And my hair was teased up in a ponytail.
I bend down to get my shoes on my feet. Slip on's. That way I did not have to bend down to tie my shoes. I found it hard to roll out of bed these days. I felt like I was huge.
Though I knew it was the baby weight. And it was going to go away once our little bundle of joy was finally here in our arms. I slide my fat little feet into my shoes. I lean back up. I place my hand on my back as I sit on the bed.
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"You ready to go Nika?" asks Michael when he comes into our bedroom.
I wince. "I am ready. I guess" I sigh.
"What is wrong babe?" he asks me.
"I am ready babe" I promise. I scoot off the bed or attempt to. I puff out air. Then scoot more. I was stuck on the bed. Michael holds his hand out to me. And helps me up off the bed. "Thanks baby" I say.
"Any time sweetheart" he says. He kisses me. "You look lovely" he tells me.
I shake my head. "Cut the crap. I look fat" I mutter.
He rubs my tummy. "No way babe. You look adorable" he promises me. "Let's get going"
We head out the front door after I grab my purse. And Michael helps me get in his car. I struggle to get my seatbelt on over my tummy but by the time Michael gets in his seat I get it on. I sigh then rest back in the seat. It nearly took me an hour to get ready to go to a doctor apt.
