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all can we get a part 4 of all i wanted was you when they have a baby 😩😩 that would be so cute

Love - Chapter 1

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Janelle is played by Justine Skye

Hopefully this is only 2 chapters but you know me lol it might be more.

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“I think I'm pregnant.” Janelle said out of the blue, causing Trinity and Sefa’s wife Maya to choke on their drinks and look over at her.

“Girl what! What do you mean you think?” Janelle sighed and looked over to where Josh was playing football with his brothers and some of his cousins. Josh and Janelle had just moved into a new house and Josh had wanted to throw a housewarming party.

“I mean we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other lately and my period is late.” Trinity sat up in her lawn chair and stared at Janelle.

“Did you take a test?” Janelle shook her head. “Why not?”

“Because..” She said trailing off and shrugging her shoulders.

“I mean you and Josh moved into a bigger house for a reason right?” Maya asked, arching her eyebrow. Janelle rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, better schools in this county for Xavi and more backyard space for stuff like this.” She said, nodding her head towards the backyard, where damn near all of Josh’s family had gathered.

Trinity rolled her eyes. “Ok if the last part was true y’all could’ve gotten a house with 4 bedrooms like the old house, instead yall got 6 bedrooms. What y'all need 6 bedrooms for?”

Janelle sighed and looked back over at Josh. “I bought the test. I’m just scared to take it.” Trinity jumped to her feet and grabbed Janelle pulling her into the house and Maya followed them.

“Come on, take the test.” Janelle let Trinity lead her to the bedroom.

“Lock the door behind you.” Janelle said to Maya as she walked over to her dresser and pulled the pregnancy test out. She looked over and Trinity who pointed to the bathroom door. Janelle ground as she made her way to the bathroom.

What if she was pregnant? She wanted to have kids with Josh but what if she wasn’t a good mom? What if she actually turned out to be like her mom?

She jumped when the timer on her phone went off. She wiped her palms on her tights before standing up off the toilet and grabbing the test. She let out a gasp when she seen the plus sign.

She jumped again when Trinity called her name . “J? What's taking so long?”

Janelle opened the door and handed Trinity the test. “I’m pregnant.” Maya gasped and tried to contain her smile. Maya looked between Trinity and Janelle. Trinity had a wide smile on her face and was bouncing on her toes. Janelle looked scared. Her eyes were wide and she was shaking a bit.

“Janelle, calm down.” Maya said as she grabbed a hold of Janelle’s hands and let her over to the bed. “Here, sit down.” Janelle sat down and stared down at the test in her hands. Pregnant… She was pregnant.

“What am I going to do?” She asked looking up at Maya and Trinity.

“Well for now we’re going to go back outside and continue on with the party. Then you’ll tell Josh and you guys will decide from there.” Maya said rubbing Janelles shoulder comfortably. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Josh’s face was scrunched up in confusion as he looked around for Janelle. Maya and Trinity were missing too.

“Hey, have you seen Janelle?” He asked one of his aunties who shook her head. Josh shrugged and made his way into the house, needing to use the bathroom. He decided to use the one in his bedroom. Before he could open the door he heard Trin, Maya and Janelle talking.

He knew that It was wrong to listen in on their conversation but Janelle had been acting off all day. His eyebrows furrowed when he heard Janelle ask what she was going to do. He was about to walk away when the door opened and Janelle stood in front of him.

“Josh. What are you doing?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Me? I was coming to use the bathroom. What are you doing?” He asked, peeking into the room.

“Talking.” She said as Maya and Trinity walked out of the room, giving them privacy.

“About what?” He asked and she sighed. It was now or never.

“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out. He froze mid stride.

“Josh?” She said when he didn’t move. She got off the bed and walked towards his placing a hand on his shoulder, breaking him out of his trance.

“I uh. I have to pee.” He said pointing towards the bathroom and walking in, shutting the door. Janelle stared at the closed door, she honestly didn’t know how to feel about his reaction. She sighed and plopped down on the bed, resting her head in her hands. She looked up when the bathroom door opened and Josh walked out the bathroom.

“So” He said, coming and squatting down in front of her. “We’re having a baby.” She nodded.

“Yeah I think.” She whispered. “Are you okay?”

“Are you okay?” He countered with. Grabbing her hands and squeezing them. She nodded again.

“Yeah I'm just..” She trailed off shrugging. “Scared I guess.” He placed a kiss on the back of her hand,

“That's understandable J.” He stood up and pulled her to her feet. He placed his hands on her stomach and smiled at her. “I love you.” She smiled and placed her hands over his.

“I love you too.”

“Are you okay?” She asked placing her hand on his knee so he would stop bouncing it. He nodded and shifted in his seat.

“Yeah, I just wish they hurry up.” She laughed and looked back at the magazine she was reading.

“Josh, we only been here for 5 minutes, relax.” He huffed at her and shifted in his seat again. She let out a sigh of relief when she heard her name being called. She and Josh stood up and followed the worker into one of the exam rooms.

“So I see you’re here because you took a pregnancy test ?” She asked typing on the computer.

“Yes. We just wanted to make sure it’s not a false positive.” The nurse nodded her head and typed something else.

“Completely understandable.” She turned in her chair and smiled at Janelle and Josh. “I’ll be right back.” She said getting up and walking out the door.

Janelle nodded and let out a breath that she was holding. She looked over at Josh who smiled at her. “You good?” He asked her and she nodded.

They both looked towards the door when it opened and the nurse walked in handing Janelle a urine cup. “The bathroom is this way, you can follow me.”

“How long does it normally take?” Josh asked once Janelle came back in the room. She shrugged and sat down on the chair next to him.

“I don’t know.” She said chewing on her bottom lip. “It shouldn’t be that long.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“No matter what. I love you Janelle.”

“I love you too Joshua.” She said as she leaned over to kiss him. They broke apart once the door opened and the nurse walked in.

“Hi Ms Porter. So I have your results and you are indeed pregnant.” Janelle let out the breath that she had been holding. “I sent some prenatal vitamins over to the pharmacy we have on file just make sure you take one every morning, preferably in the morning and make sure you take it with food, never on an empty stomach.” Janelle nodded and smiled at Josh when he placed a hand on her stomach.

“Let's set you up for a follow up appointment.” Josh leaned over and kissed Janelle on her cheek.

“We havin’ a baby Nelle.”

Hey guys. I've been working on this for a minute. Hopefully you all enjoy ❤️

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 9 days ago

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Between the Ropes: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 38: Make you understand what the fuck is going on.. pt. 2

December 27th, 2024 10:45 A.M

Rhea sat in the therapist’s office, her eyes fixed on the neutral beige walls, mind still grappling with the chaos of memories that seemed to swirl endlessly. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but she knew something was buried within her past with Matt—something she needed to confront if she ever hoped to truly move on. Her therapist leaned forward, breaking the silence.

“Demi,” she began, using her real name to ground her in the moment. “Where do you think things went wrong?”

Rhea blinked, taken aback by the question. “Where things went wrong?” she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“With Matt,” the therapist clarified, her tone gentle but probing. “Where do you think it started to unravel? Before everything that happened… when do you think the issues began?”

Rhea’s mouth opened as if to respond, but no words came out. She truly didn’t know. When she thought back on her relationship with Matt, the memories were blurred, clouded by a strange mix of warmth and unease. She shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her mind racing to make sense of it all. “I… I’m not sure,” she admitted, feeling a twinge of frustration. “I thought everything was fine… I really did. Maybe I missed something?”

The therapist nodded understandingly, her expression both encouraging and compassionate. “That’s often the case in relationships like these,” she said softly. “When we’re in the midst of it, it’s easy to miss the small red flags. They seem insignificant, like quirks or concerns that don’t really register as warnings. But looking back… we can often see the patterns more clearly.”

Rhea swallowed, feeling a familiar knot of discomfort settle in her chest. The idea of going back to the beginning, of picking apart her relationship with Matt piece by piece, made her stomach churn. But there was a quiet strength in her therapist’s gaze that urged her to keep going, to uncover the hidden truths she had once ignored.

“Maybe… we can start from the beginning,” the therapist suggested, her voice calm and steady. “Let’s go back. Sometimes, when we revisit our past with fresh eyes, we find things we might have overlooked. It could help you understand why things turned out the way they did—and why you stayed, even when you sensed something was off.”

Rhea took a deep breath, nodding slowly. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, willing herself to reach back to those early days with Matt, before the possessiveness, before the shadows had crept into their relationship. Her mind began to drift, sorting through fragments of memories, piecing together the moments that had once felt like love.

“Well…” she began, her voice almost a whisper as the memories started to surface. “We first started dating in August 2022…”

August 2022

The beginning of their relationship had felt like a fairytale to Demi. She had been swept up in the affection and support Matt seemed to offer so effortlessly. He was always there, at the airport, ready to drive her home or grab a bite to eat with her. She remembered the first time he surprised her with coffee after an early-morning workout after she had spent a night at his house, grinning as he held the cup out to her. She had laughed, playfully punching his shoulder. “You’re going to spoil me,” she teased.

And he had. Or, at least, that’s what she thought back then.

But there were moments, even early on, that seemed slightly off. During lunch with her friends, she caught him watching her a bit too closely, his eyes narrowing when she laughed a little too loudly at one of her male colleague’s jokes. “Better watch yourself around him,” he muttered afterward, only half-joking, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. Demi had brushed it off, telling herself he was just being playful.

Yet the frequency of these comments started to increase. If she posted photos with friends or tagged someone in a story, Matt would ask about it. He’d say, “Just curious,” with that tight-lipped smile, a smile that made her stomach twist. Still, she didn’t recognize it as a warning. Not then.

Fall 2022

Months passed, and the playful comments about her friends turned into something darker, more invasive. Demi began noticing how he questioned every male friend she mentioned, every interaction she had outside of their relationship. She tried to brush it off, convincing herself it was just Matt caring about her.

One evening after practice, Demi lingered in the gym, chatting with some of her fellow wrestlers. Matt had been waiting for her outside, and when she finally joined him, he was silent, his jaw clenched as he stared at the pavement. “Something wrong?” she asked, but he just shook his head, gripping her hand tighter than usual. The silence in the car was heavy, palpable, and Demi found herself growing anxious, not understanding what had shifted.

Back at her apartment, Matt finally spoke. “Do you enjoy spending time with him?” His voice was quiet, yet laced with a dangerous edge.

Demi blinked, taken aback. “What? You mean my teammate? Matt, we’re just friends. It’s nothing.”

He nodded, the tension in his body not easing. “I just… I don’t like how close you are with him, that’s all. People might get the wrong idea.”

She laughed, thinking he was joking, but the look he gave her made her laughter falter. “It’s just work, Matt,” she reassured him, her voice softer, hoping it would ease whatever insecurity he was feeling. And in that moment, he softened, pulling her close, murmuring apologies against her hair. But beneath the apologies, Demi couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

Winter 2022-2023

As the months turned colder, Matt’s presence in Demi’s life grew more intense. He started showing up at her training sessions unannounced, standing in the corner of the gym, arms crossed, watching her every move. At first, she’d found it endearing, a mark of his support. But then she noticed how he was less interested in her workouts and more focused on who was around her, his eyes flickering whenever she interacted with others.

One day, after she had hugged one of her friends goodbye, Matt pulled her aside, his jaw clenched. “Do you have to be so friendly with everyone?” he asked, his tone icy.

Demi frowned, feeling a mixture of confusion and defensiveness. “Matt, he’s just a friend. There’s nothing to it.”

But Matt’s face didn’t soften. Instead, he gripped her arm tightly, his gaze hard. “I know what guys are like, Demi. They don’t look at you like that unless they want something more.”

The conversation left her feeling drained, questioning her actions and her own boundaries. She began pulling away from friends, subtly, as Matt’s possessiveness crept into every corner of her social life. He was always there with reassurances afterward, telling her he was only trying to protect her. “I just love you so much, Demi,” he’d murmur, his voice warm and soft. “I don’t want to lose you.”

And somehow, she found herself nodding, convincing herself that this was what love looked like.

Spring 2023

As spring approached, Demi found herself living more for Matt’s approval, tiptoeing around anything she thought might upset him. She barely noticed how she’d begun isolating herself, choosing to spend every free moment with him, avoiding activities she used to enjoy without him by her side. She told herself that he was her priority, her partner, that this was how relationships worked.

One night, she tried to confront him gently, voicing her concerns about feeling overwhelmed by his constant presence. “I just need a little breathing room, Matt,” she said, choosing her words carefully.

He stared at her for a long time, an unreadable look in his eyes. Then he wrapped her in a hug, so tight she almost couldn’t breathe. “Why do you need space, Demi? Am I not enough for you?” His voice was low, tinged with a hint of pain that made her heart ache.

She felt guilty, doubting herself. Was she asking for too much? Matt’s words were wrapped in hurt, making her feel selfish for even suggesting distance. And once again, she found herself reassuring him, trying to calm his insecurities. He seemed to draw strength from her guilt, a subtle satisfaction in her willingness to abandon her concerns.

August 2023

By August, Demi was starting to feel cracks in the foundation of her relationship with Matt, though she still couldn’t pinpoint why. She felt like she was constantly treading carefully, ensuring she didn’t say or do anything that would upset him. But whenever she felt overwhelmed, he would pull her back in, his words sweet and affectionate, making her feel like she was the center of his world.

On a warm August evening, he surprised her with a trip to the beach. The setting was idyllic—golden sunset, waves crashing softly against the shore. As they walked along the beach, Matt suddenly stopped, kneeling before her, holding a small box.

“Demi, you’re the love of my life. I don’t want to live without you,” he said, opening the box to reveal a diamond ring, glittering in the fading sunlight. “Will you marry me?”

Overwhelmed by the grand gesture, by the way he looked at her with such intensity, she said yes, her voice trembling with both joy and uncertainty. In that moment, her doubts seemed to vanish, replaced by the excitement of their engagement.

But beneath his proposal, Matt’s intentions were far from pure. To him, this was not just a promise of love—it was a seal, a guarantee that she belonged to him. He held her close that night, whispering, “Now you’re mine forever,” his voice soft but possessive.

Demi, blissfully unaware of the darkness lurking beneath his love, let herself fall deeper into his embrace, convincing herself that this was the commitment she had always wanted. But with the ring on her finger, Matt’s control over her grew more secure, binding her in ways she could never have anticipated.

As they celebrated their engagement that night, Demi’s heart was filled with hope, while Matt’s was filled with triumph.

October 11th, 2023

It was an unusually warm evening as Rhea sat with her family around the dinner table, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. She was seated beside Matt, who, as always, had his arm draped protectively over the back of her chair. The two of them seemed inseparable, his touch never straying far from her shoulder or hand, his gaze constantly following her every movement.

As dessert was being served, Rhea got up to clear some of the plates. Matt’s hand lingered on her wrist for a moment, his fingers tightening slightly as if reluctant to let her go, before he finally released her with a nod. She flashed him a smile, brushing off his gesture as an affectionate habit, and headed toward the kitchen.

She hadn’t even noticed the look her father had been giving Matt all evening—one of quiet disapproval and barely masked concern.

Once she was in the kitchen, her father followed her, standing by the counter as she rinsed the plates. Rhea looked up, surprised to see him watching her with a troubled expression.

“Everything okay, Dad?” she asked, wiping her hands on a towel.

He sighed, his face tense as he weighed his words. “Demi… I wanted to talk to you about Matt.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, already sensing where this conversation might be headed. “What about him?”

Her father hesitated, glancing back towards the dining room where Matt sat alone, glancing in their direction every few seconds. “I just… I don’t trust him, sweetheart. There’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me.”

Rhea’s eyes widened, a defensive edge creeping into her voice. “Dad, come on. He’s perfect. He treats me well, he’s attentive, and he’s… protective. Isn’t that what every father wants for his daughter?”

He shook his head slowly. “There’s a difference between being protective and being possessive, Demi. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And the way he acts around others… the control, the subtle digs at people who get too close to you.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Sometimes, people like that don’t reveal their true selves until it’s too late.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, brushing off his words with a dismissive laugh. “Dad, you’re overthinking it. Matt’s just… particular. He loves me. That’s all this is.”

Her father’s expression softened, but the worry in his eyes remained. He reached out, pulling her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her with an almost desperate protectiveness. “One day, Demi,” he murmured, his voice laced with sadness, “I hope you see what I see. I hope you realize he’s not who you think he is.”

Rhea pulled back slightly, giving him a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry, Dad. I know Matt better than anyone. I promise, he’s a good guy.”

Her father watched her with a resigned look, his eyes filled with a pain that she couldn’t quite understand. “I hope you’re right,” he said quietly, glancing toward the dining room again where Matt was watching them both, his jaw clenched as if bracing himself against an invisible threat.

Rhea shrugged off her father’s words, brushing away the seed of doubt he had tried to plant. She couldn’t see it then, blinded by her affection and belief in Matt. To her, he was still perfect—still everything she thought she needed.

As she walked back to the dining room, she missed the look Matt threw at her father—a silent warning, a flash of anger that her father saw but chose to keep to himself, hoping that one day she would see Matt’s true colors without having to learn the hard way.

November 24th, 2023.

The studio lights glared brightly, casting a polished sheen over everything as Rhea and Dominik laughed, their chemistry lighting up the entire set. The photographer snapped photos of them, Rhea holding her title belt proudly as she and Dom posed with ease. They fell into a rhythm as if no one else was watching—a series of friendly grins, playful gestures, and perfectly timed glances. Their connection was effortless, a camaraderie that anyone could see.

But in the shadows, standing off to the side with his arms folded tightly across his chest, Matt observed every interaction with a dark intensity. His jaw was clenched, his gaze fixated on the way Rhea leaned into Dominik, the easy laughter she shared with him, and the mutual trust between them that was on full display. To everyone else, this was just a photoshoot between two colleagues, friends even. But to Matt, it was something else entirely.

As his mind spiraled into a possessive whirlwind, a voice cut through his thoughts. Matt turned slightly to see Finn standing beside him, eyeing him curiously.

“You good, man?” Finn asked, his tone casual but his eyes sharp, picking up on the tension radiating from Matt.

Matt forced a tight smile, nodding. “Yeah. Just… watching the shoot,” he replied, his voice strained, as if he was trying to convince himself more than Finn.

Finn raised an eyebrow, sensing something off. He tried to lighten the mood, making small talk about the recent matches and the Judgment Day’s storyline direction. But Matt’s responses were curt, barely masking the agitation simmering beneath his calm facade.

After a lull in the conversation, Matt’s eyes flicked back to Rhea and Dom, who were now looking through the preview photos on the photographer’s camera, laughing at some of the blooper shots. Unable to contain his insecurities any longer, Matt turned to Finn with a question that seemed to come out of nowhere.

“Hey, Finn… you know if Rhea and Dom have ever shared a room before?”

Finn’s smile faltered, his surprise visible as he tried to process the unexpected question. “Uh… yeah, mate. We’ve all shared rooms here and there. It’s a bit like family, ya know? Sometimes, it’s easier to stick together when we’re on the road.”

Matt’s expression tightened. “She shouldn’t be sharing a room. Not with him, anyway.”

Finn’s gaze sharpened, picking up on the undercurrent of jealousy and possessiveness in Matt’s tone. He hesitated before replying, carefully choosing his words. “Dom and Rhea are like brother and sister, man. There’s nothing weird about it. We all look out for each other; that’s what we do.”

Matt’s eyes narrowed as he glanced back at Rhea, now reviewing the last few photos with Dom, oblivious to the storm brewing nearby. He muttered, almost to himself, “I don’t want her too close to him. She should know better.”

Finn took a step back, the uneasy feeling growing as he realized just how deeply rooted Matt’s possessiveness went. He opened his mouth to say something—to defend Rhea’s autonomy and to remind Matt that he didn’t own her—but thought better of it. Sensing the tension radiating from Matt, Finn gave him a nod, masking his concern with a polite smile before turning to leave, feeling the weight of the awkwardness settle heavily between them.

As Finn walked away, he couldn’t shake the discomfort gnawing at him. He’d always known Matt was protective of Rhea, but this… this felt different. It felt darker, more controlling. And he couldn’t help but worry about what lay beneath Matt’s stoic exterior—the thoughts he kept hidden, the resentment he masked behind polite smiles.

That Same Night..

The bar was alive with the low hum of music and laughter as the Judgment Day crew settled into their corner booth, sharing stories and toasting to another successful event. Rhea excused herself, announcing she was getting another beer, and Finn immediately stood up, saying he’d join her. She raised an eyebrow, amused but grateful for his company.

At the bar, Rhea ordered a Michelob Ultra, and Finn opted for a Corona. The bartender slid their drinks across the counter, and Finn took a quick sip before glancing at Rhea, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Rhea…” he started, carefully choosing his words, “have you ever… noticed anything off about Matt?”

Rhea chuckled, rolling her eyes as she took a swig of her beer. “Matt is just Matt, Finn. You know how he is—quiet, intense… but harmless. What’s got you all suspicious?”

Finn shifted his weight, debating whether to push the topic. “I don’t know,” he replied, trying to keep his tone light. “Maybe I’m just reading into things too much. But earlier, during the shoot, he seemed… I don’t know. Possessive. Like he didn’t like seeing you and Dom so close.”

Rhea waved him off, her laughter echoing softly above the din of the bar. “Come on, Finny. That’s just Matt’s way. He’s protective. Maybe a little over the top sometimes, but that’s how he shows he cares.” She playfully nudged his shoulder. “Stop worrying about me. I can handle myself.”

Finn forced a smile, sensing the weight of eyes boring into them from across the room. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was—Matt, undoubtedly keeping a close watch, his gaze fixated on them like a hawk. Finn could feel the tension building, the possessive stare Matt cast over them unmistakable. He took a deep breath and let it go, not wanting to alarm Rhea any further.

“You know what? You’re right. I’m probably overthinking,” he said, feigning a casual laugh. “Just… just looking out for you, is all.”

Rhea’s expression softened as she placed a hand on Finn’s arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you, Finny. For always protecting me.” She smiled, warmth and gratitude shining in her eyes. It was a simple gesture of friendship, yet somehow, it made her feel safe.

But as they turned back toward the booth, Finn couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at him. He glanced back, his eyes meeting Matt’s for a brief, tense moment, before he looked away. Finn’s instincts told him something was wrong, and though Rhea brushed it off tonight, he hoped for one day for Rhea to see it through Matt.

— Present

Rhea looked at her therapist slowly, her expression pensive. “There were signs…” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper, as if the realization itself weighed heavily on her.

The therapist set the pen down, meeting Rhea’s eyes with a gentle gaze. “Often, we don’t see them,” she reassured. “It’s easy to miss things, especially when we’re caught up in the emotions of it all. You’re not alone in that.”

Rhea took a deep breath, feeling a mix of relief and guilt surface. She hadn’t even realized how much she had buried these thoughts until now, how much of herself she had ignored in her desire to make things work with Matt.

The therapist smiled gently, sensing Rhea’s exhaustion. “Why don’t we take a break and regroup next week? Same time?”

Rhea nodded, feeling grateful for the support and the space to process it all. As she stood up, the therapist gave her some words of encouragement. “In the meantime, consider journaling. Write down whatever comes to mind, especially as memories surface. And talk to Jey about the idea of couples counseling. It could provide both of you with a safe space to address everything you’ve gone through.”

Rhea managed a small smile, her mind already racing with the thought of opening up further to Jey. “I’ll try,” she said softly.

“Good,” the therapist replied warmly. “Remember, healing is a process. You don’t have to rush it.”

As Rhea left the office, her heart felt just a little bit lighter, though she knew the journey ahead wouldn’t be easy.

Yall are probably wondering two updates in one day? So the chapter before this one was to include this section as well but I thought it was going to be a bit over crowded so I just separated it 😂😂😂 also this chapter has another part but I’m nowhere near close to that one. I do have to remind yall that I’m a non linear story teller which means some things are out of order. :)

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