FOUR MONTHS LATER
ANGELA AJAX
“Love, we don’t have to do this, hey,” Logan says as we step into the hospital’s entrance.
“No, we have to, at least for my own sanity. I really would like to know the results, Logan,”
I stop walking and hold on to the wall as I am getting tired. I am eight and a half months pregnant and boy, are these babies heavy on me.
Yes, you heard right. I am pregnant with twins, a boy, and a girl. Am I ready for parenting; I don’t know but all I know is that Logan has been there for me for the past four months.
I have moved back to my grandmother’s house, and I live there alone. Getty is still imprisoned at the Red Moon Village, and I am not yet ready to see her or talk to her. I just want my pregnancy to go well without any disturbance or rage in my heart. Lu
