Kenya is on top of the world as one of the world's most successful rising businesswomen. But she quickly learns she can't have it all. Something must give and she has to make a choice between her dreams or the love of her life.
I had been feeling sick all day. I was supposed to go with some Giants players to Los Angeles, for an NFL promotion event. But once I got to the airport, I realized I couldn't do it.
I caught an Uber home. And was just gonna rest.
I opened my door. The girl was playing with Livy while K was at work.
Livy saw me and immediately started bouncing up and down in excitement.
"Mr. Beckham." She got up to bring Livy to me.
But I instead threw up.
"Oh my God, Mr. Beckham are you okay?" She put Livy in a high chair.
"Fine." I managed to say but I threw up again.
She got paper towels, dampened them and put them on my forehead.
"I'm okay." I removed her hand and went upstairs to change out of these clothes that were now all messed up.
I went upstairs closed my door, took off all my clothes and ran the shower.
I texted my baby this 🚨 emoji, which was our code for an emergency.
Immediately I got a call back.
"Hey Pooka, what's wrong? Livy okay?" I heard panic in her voice.
"Yeah. It's me. I couldn't make my flight. I can't keep nothing down. I keep throwing up. I just need you."
"You want me to call the doctor?"
"Nah I just want you here." I wiped my face with my hands. I just felt so bad.
"Okay baby. I'll be there. Love you."
"Love you more." I said.
We hung up.
I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
I looked at it before answering.
There was another knock.
I threw on some pants and went to the door.
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"Yeah." I opened it.
She had a bowl of rice and bottle of gatorade.
"I think you might have a case of food poisoning. This helps. Don't eat the rice, until all the vomiting ends tho."
