Naomi's POV
We took the phone to call Racheal, unsure of what to expect from the call but Raymond held my hands and no matter what, he'd be there.
I dialled her number and after a few rings, she picked up the call. She greeted us and then she went on to talk.
"She’s refusing the bottle now. I mean, she took two yesterday, but today she’s just… chewing the n****e and making me look like I betrayed her."
I immediately started laughing, she's so dramatic. I never thought I'd see Rachel like this, being humble in little things like this and confused about what to do. Not me imagining how Rachel will be when she becomes a mother.
Rachel’s voice crackled through the speakerphone as I paced the sun-drenched balcony, one hand pressed to my forehead, the other wrapped tightly around my coffee
