I get it babies are the cutest things ever and it's more so of a blessing then anything else but, I just can't do it. First of all I'm really petite and a baby that size coming out of me will rip me apart, second of all I highly doubt I'll be a good mother, I'm just not skilled like that. Thirdly, I don't know if Saint would even want me to carry his kids, and lastly I'm just not up to it.
Not even in the future, the fear of dying during or after birth has now traumatized me. As fuck. That's how I lost my mother and I don't want to risk leaving me children motherless, so I don't want kids.
"Nadia," I here my name being called and turn in that direction, my dad comes towards me and my eyes drop to the baby in his arms "you alright? You've gone a little quite."
"No, no I'm good." I shake my head knocking out of my thoughts, he moves towards me and sits beside me " have you named him?" I rub my finger across the newborns soft pale skin.
"We have a name but, we've decided to throw a little party for this little one so he can have a proper introduction." He tells me lightly rocking the baby.
"That's cute," I smile at him and absorb him for a little "your first son. How do you feel about that?"
"Finally!" He chuckles and I join him "Not that I don't love you girls it just that-"
"Yeah dad I know," I nod feeling the headache I thought I got ride of by chugging water come back.
"You okay?" My father notices my pain.
"I told you dad I'm fine." I shake my head making everything go dizzy when I open my eyes back up, out of nowhere I feel a palm smack on my forehead almost sending me flying off the couch "Jesus Christ!" I gasp holding on for real life.
"You're boiling up Nadia," my dad moves closer to me busting my personal bubble, he cups my face turning it to my left then does the same thing in my right direction. When he finally lets go I give him a 'what?' look but he doesn't seem to get it and just leaves.
What the fuck just happened? Did he just inspect my neck and leave? Why the hell would he do that?
I watch my dad leave and Bailey come in the same direction, she plants herself opposite me and follows my gaze "What?" She looks back at me.
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