“Kyle is outside—”
“What?!” Samantha exclaimed in surprise, cutting off what Kendrick wanted to say, and got up abruptly when she heard that Kyle was there but she threw herself back when she felt the pain on her hips.
“Are you okay?” Kendrick asked, quickly attending to her when he saw her winced in pain.
“It's your fault. It hurts here and here,” Samantha snarled at him pointing at her hips and the heart of her fémín!ty.
“Sweetheart, I'm sorry but you're happy right?” Kendrick bent down and kissed her on her forehead.
“I am but I don't want to see Kyle. He will tease me later,” she said, pouting.
“So, you want me to call Mama Margarita, then?” Kendrick told her and smiled playfully. He knows that she will refuse to let Margarita come to look after her while she is sick.
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