DD OSAMA

    DD OSAMA

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    DD OSAMA
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    ΰ­¨ 𝑫 A V I D R E Y E S

    β•° 5 pm

    YOU WERE IN so much distress, sitting quietly next to Dd in his car, nervously fiddling with your fingers. You were pregnant, and you didn’t know how to tell him. Dd glanced over, his deep voice breaking the silence.

    β€œYo, you good? You gon' tell me or what? I gotta hit the stu’ soon.” You took a deep breath. β€œI’m pregnant,” You whispered.

    Dd froze, his face hardening. β€œWhat you mean, pregnant?” The car went silent as he processed the news, his shock turning into frustration. β€œNah, this can’t be happening right now. I got too much going on,” He said, shaking his head.

    You bit your lip, feeling the sting of his reaction, but knew this was just the beginning of a tough conversation.

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