Early December morning,
December the 20th at that.
I welcome to the world
My baby boy so cute and fat!
After 8 hours of labour
And a water breaking in the mall
After pushing and my pelvic hurting
I became more determined.
I am now weak, but I've never been so strong.
My baby boy has given me more hope to move along.
After signing the birth certificate
The doctor came and said the father had signed too.
My heart began to race
And my face cherry red too!
I stormed to the infantry
Where my baby was being kept
Ignoring the doctor yelling at me
That I needed to get rest
I pushed the door open
Where I saw 'infantry' on
Just to see my the shock of my life
Alistair had Aliston!
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The Billionaire's Maid
Poetry~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
