Chapter 55

"Oh, poor thing. Give her to me. I'll calm her down while you prepare the bottle." Hannah said with her arms stretched out. I gladly placed Jamaica in her hands. A little help wouldn't hurt. I walked into the same kitchen and continued preparing the bottle. I could hear them all babbling about Jamaica, and it made me proud. It's good to have people in your life that genuinely cared for you. I handed Hannah the lukewarm bottle. She placed it at Jamaica's lips, her crying stopped, and she happily accepted her meal. "She's a cutie," Eric whispered. "You should go have one for yourself." Hannah hinted. Eric chuckled, "Easier said than done." "It's not that hard, believe me." my mother said. My mother had gotten pregnant with me the first time she had sex, and it wasn't even at the peak of her ovulation. She'd told me a hundred times to be careful, and yet I wasn't as cautious as I thought I'd been. "I meant in terms of getting the right woman." "Ah! The right woman." my mom looked