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"Body count?" Hennessy leaned in closer to Terror as he looked at her.
Today would be their last day in Jamaica, and instead of packing for their flight; which was scheduled to leave in 3 hours, they laid cuddled up in bed together, playing 21 questions.
"Shit, a good 20."
Hennessy frowned her face eyeing Terror when he spoke. For some reason; in her mind, she was almost positive that was a lie, not to mention the answer he'd said was high as hell.
"Dang, you sure you don't have any other kids?" She rolled her eyes at him before looking down.
She didn't mean for it to happen, but she got a little sad at the mention of a child, and even though it had been nearly 3 weeks, not one day went by that she hadn't thought about her unborn, and the what if's revolving around he or she.
"Well you the one who wanted to know ma. I just told you." Terror held his hands up in surrender, snaking his tongue over his bottom lip.
It was taking everything in him not to bend Hennessy over right then.
She was fresh out the shower, and clad in a white two piece set, that hugged every curve on her body.
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