Two months later
“Just one more push Namirah”
Using all of my might I pushed one last time and I felt my little boy come out of me.
“One healthy little Prince” I hear the midwife saying.
“Bring him to me please” I say as I can hear my little boy crying.
“Hello little one” I cry looking down to my bundle of joy. “Goodness you look just like your Dad” I can’t help but to cry some more. Even this young he truly is a smaller version of his father.
I’m crying happy tears and sad tears. Happy tears because of this little blessing and sad tears because I wish Reign was here with me in person to experience this. But I always know he’s with me through spirit.
“Oh my goodness Mirah he is so gorgeous!” My mother beams her eyes full of tears as she looks down at her grandson.
“May I please
