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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"I love that name!" I tell him.
"Are you sure Nika? This is it. Once we write it down that is what we pick" he tells me.
I nod. "Michael do you like the names?" I worry.
"I sure do. But I think the reason you are picking Marty for a boy is because you really think that you are having a girl. Not a boy" Michael warns me.
"Maybe!" I giggle.
He tickles me. "I love the girls name. It is better than Foxy. I must agree" Michael tells me.
"Ten times better" I giggle.
He plants a kiss on my lips. "I think the baby will be a boy" he challenges me.
"Girl!" I argue back. "Michael we are nearly a week away from having the baby" I remind him. "We have so much to be done. And so little time to do it" I worry.
"The nursery is all done babe" he reminds me. "And everything is fine"
"But we need to go buy formula. And distilled water. Along with diapers. Stuff for the baby. The stuff from the shower will only last less than a month" I warn him. "Babies pee and poo all the time. Not to mention puke" I worry.
He places a hand on my tummy. He rubs my belly. "Baby we can go to the store tonight if you want" he offers.
"Oh, how about now? While I am up for it?" I ask him.
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We get up off the couch. Michael helps me get up. He holds both my hands. Helping me off the couch. I wince. I had been having little shooting pains in my body all afternoon. I was going to need a nap. A nice long nap on our bed. Resting in Michael's arms. That sounded perfect.
"Ohhh..." I moan as I place a hand on my tummy.
"You alright?" he worries over me.
I nod. "I think so" I sigh.
I nod as the pain leaves me. "I am good" I say.
Then the pain comes back as we head over to the door to get our shoes on. "Oh man..." I groan.
