Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

Max awoke and heard the fire alarm go off. He scooped his pregnant wife from the bed and sped downstairs hoping that their one child Delilah wasn't making toast again. I  (his pregnant wife) decided to run back in the house and check the kitchen. Delilah had made toast, again. "Delilah daddy told you not to make toast! Your wasting bread!" I went into my bedroom to get changed. I slid on some jeggings and a top. I was eight months pregnant and close to having my second child. After getting dressed I rushed down stairs with Delilah to find a full English breakfast on the table. We looked at each other amazed to see bacon, eggs, sweet tea with fried bread, baked beans and sausages with tomatoes! The both of us tucked into our meals without doubts. Delilah would soon be nine and Max and I wanted to plan something special. I had given birth at least ten hours later to a baby girl named Destiny. When Destiny had reached age eleven she started to mix in with some bad children in her class, she was always home late and never did what we said. At sixteen she was never home, always out partying and there was this one time she regret every thing she did in the past. The day she became sixteen and pregnant.