Why is love this complicated
We should of been friends, we should of waited
But we can't go back on our past
Explain to me why we can't last
Is it too many scars to heal from
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"Hey Sabrea how you doing?" Dr. Davidson said. She was my obgyn when was I pregnant with Serayah so she helped deliver her. She's also a family friend.
"I'm doing okay, what about you?" I asked.
"Chile, I can't complain." She chuckled. "What brings you in today so unexpected?" She asked.
"I was trying to see about a dna test while I'm pregnant." I said.
" I know it's risky but I just don't want to go through 7 more months without support that I know I need, well not need cause I'm perfectly fine with doing this by myself if I have to, but I know that with one of them being the father they gone want to be their for making the nursery, planning the baby shower, coming to ultrasounds you know stuff like that." I said.
"Okay first off breathe chile." She grabbed my hands. "You gone stress yourself out." She said.
"You talking like how your sister was." She said.
"My sister was here? She's pregnant?" I asked. I haven't talked to her since that situation or seen her. I tried reaching out but that didn't work.
"Well she used to be, she told me y'all didn't talk anymore. Now you know yall momma wouldn't have liked that." She said.
