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Lamaya POV
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Zyairie is rubbing my feet while talking to his friends on the phone. I have my AirPods in listening to bloom by aqyila; this song has been on replay since it came out

I've completely zoned out imagining life whenever I have my babies. I mean I have a business that is doing great for itself.

Making millions a month not to mention the entire year and I'm looking to expand to mobay and other locations

I don't really work because I'm the boss zyairie had made sure that I had a person for each job and possible job also

All I do is collect check stocks weekly and check on the property; online of course to drive to Kingston every week is absolutely draining

Worst zyairie doesn't want me traveling at all just in case of a sudden change or infliction. I realized something since that night he has been very busy on his phone

Having hush conversations with Dylan dem because whenever I come around they stop talking as if I'm a threat

Not to mention he's always in his office these days doing God knows what inna night; this doesn't lessen my time or attention either

How he's balancing all this is crazy I guess he's good at multitasking and I'm not complaining just wish that he would ummm stop overworking himself

Just imagine if he gets sick; which he said wouldn't happen caz him strong or whatever it's crazy

So what should I do now? Just let him overwork himself

Pausing and the music I turned towards zyairie who was staring at nothing completely zoned out

A sharp pain runs through my lower abdomen making me gasp

Tf?

I try to move as the pain continues reaching for the cup it fell gaining zyairie attention another sharp pain shoots up my vagina

Why is this happening?

Deven mi due date yet! Early mah go ave mi baby dem?

I scream as another hits me lower zyairie has my hand in his dialing the doctor's number.

"Easy come," he says taking me up

How mah go dung dem stairs deh now?...we're on the balcony second floor

Mi deven know weh zyairie get eh strength from but him liff mi up bringing me down teh stairs

Memba mi weigh a good 300 pound now eno and zyairie a like 210 or supmu him work out so I guess that works better for him

He puts me to lean against the car as he takes the keys off the table in the living room

"Ahhhhh," I grunt as zyairie opens the car helping me into the front

He isn't panicking and that's not new. Him calm just a go through eh motions. He holds my hand driving out

"Just breathe," he says making me laugh crazily

Breathe? Tf him mean by weh mah do nuh breathe aye betta him shut up eno dawg a piss mi off