"Get in Nichole..." she added.
Nichole nodded with a smile and quickly got onto the car, taking her seat at the back while Tarsha took the driver's side and drove off.
"Are you okay back there?" inquired Tarsha.
"Yes," she answered.
Just then, Tasha's phone rang. She picked it up, checking the caller.
"Dickson," she mumbled, answering it.
"Hello dear.." she added.
"Hello? where are you dear? It's already late and it's not good to be walking around this late in your condition. The doctor said you need a lot of rest because is good for the unborn child." uttered Dickson worriedly on the other side of the line.
"I know dear. Mother just won't let me go, she kept ranting about how I needed to take care of my health for the baby. I just left her but I got caught up in something. I will
