(I'll stay and watch you grow. I'll raise you by myself. One woman show! You make life worth singing a song. With you right here with me, I'll have the strength to go on.) (Rhonda's thoughts for her baby)

*The title of this chapter is named after a song by Cheryl "Pepsii" Riley*

Having a conversation with Curly has been heavy on Rhonda's mind, especially when she woke up the next day. As much as she valued her best friends' input, she ultimately decided to ignore Nadine and Patty's advice about giving Curly time and space. Rhonda found no reason to procrastinate; the sooner the better, is what she thought. After they all had breakfast prepared by the maid, Rhonda dropped Nadine and Patty off at their houses, promising to catch up with them later.

Rhonda hasn't driven since in a while and the fact that her pregnant belly has gotten a lot bigger since then, it took a moment for her to readjust to driving. Within minutes, she was back to driving like a pro. Her next stop was the Gammelthorpe residence. Rhonda didn't even call Curly in advance to tell that she was coming over and she didn't even know if he was even home for that matter but she took her chances anyway. She parked her car and made her way up the stoop.

In addition to the weather's freezing thirty-five degrees, Rhonda felt a little chilly inside. Indeed, she was nervous about confronting the father of her unborn child; the boy who tried to kill himself to get her to stay with him. Without a doubt, she could always change her mind but she chose to be brave and determined. After a long, deep inhale and exhale, Rhonda raised her finger to the doorbell.

Before Rhonda had a chance to ring it, the door opened and out stepped a stocky, African-American man with long dread-locks dressed in a work uniform, carrying a box of electrical equipment and shutting the door behind him. Rhonda's face twisted up in confusion.

"Oh don't mind me, little lady," the man said, with a chuckle." I'm just the cable man. I'm just leaving."

"Oh—no problem, do your thing," Rhonda responded, with a polite smile.

The man nodded at her and headed down the stoop. As he walked across the street to his van, Rhonda simply opened the door and walked into the house. As soon as she shut the door behind her, she was startled by the sound of loud stomping into the hallway. Suddenly, a strange girl appeared in the hallway with a bewildered expression on her face.

"Who are you?" the girl demanded, rather rudely." I don't know you!"

Rhonda sucked her teeth and remarked." Okay and I don't know you either."

The young woman took a second look at Rhonda and noticed her obvious pregnancy, even under the long, thick coat she wore.

"Oh, it must be you," the girl said, with a sneer.

Before Rhonda could respond and express her bafflement, the girl spun around and walked away. Immediately after that, Rhonda could hear voices in the living room, so she slowly started walking towards that direction.

In the living room, the girl was standing up arguing with a seemingly zoned-out Curly Gammethorpe. Curly was sitting on the sofa with his eyes glued to the TV while the girl's ranting fell on deaf ears.

"Haven't your mom and dad told you that leaving the door unlocked is dangerous!" she shouted." That ex-girlfriend of yours—I think it's her—is here. But it could have been anybody! Why didn't you lock the door when the man left?!"

Curly said nothing; he just stared at the television.

"Hello! Am I speaking Macedonian?!" the girl yelled." Answer me!"

Rhonda cupped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing.

Am I speaking Macedonian? Who the hell says that? She thought. Weirdo.

Curly shrugged." Why didn't you?"

"I was in the bathroom!" the girl replied, loudly.

"Lydia, it's no big deal," Curly insisted, calmly.

"What do you mean it's no big deal?!" Lydia wailed." We could've been—"

Before the girl could finish her statement, Rhonda knocked on the wall to grab their attention. While Lydia turned around, Curly just continued to stare at the television.

"Curly?" Rhonda said.

Still, Curly didn't even glance in Rhonda's direction to acknowledge her. Instead, he sighed as if he was displeased about her presence.

"Curly, she obviously wants to talk, so just turn the stupid TV off and let her babble her five minutes of crap, so she can hurry up and get out," Lydia spoke, sternly casting a glare in Rhonda's direction.

Rhonda remained silent but she glared back at Lydia to show her intolerance for her rudeness. It suddenly became obvious that Lydia was Curly's new girlfriend. Although there was something about her demeanor that seemed somewhat mentally unstable, Lydia was not a bad-looking girl. She was around Curly's age or a couple of years older; she stood at 5'6 with a fairly thin frame, a head full of wild, fluffy light-brown curls, small brown eyes, pale skin and a round, full face. Her eyes told the story of a young lady whose probably had a traumatic past and gets protective over her present to shield her future from any more pain.

"Curly, can we talk—please?" Rhonda asked.

"Suuuuuure, you can!" Lydia sarcastically spoke up.

"Look, do you mind?" Rhonda said, annoyed." I'd rather to speak to Curly alone."

"Anything you have to say to my boyfriend, you can say to me too," Lydia insisted, defiantly.

With that, Lydia walked over to the sofa, plopped down beside Curly and put her around him. She looked back at Rhonda and casted a devilish smirk in her direction.

"Go on. Talk."

I'm gonna hurt this bitch, Rhonda thought.

Instead of vocalizing what she was thinking in her head, Rhonda forced a fake smile and responded." Fine. If you're going to be here, I'd appreciate it if you stay quiet. Fair?"

Lydia didn't respond nor did Rhonda wait for a response. Rhonda took a seat on the other sofa and removed her coat as the heat in the house was turned up quite high. Lydia turned the television off and focused her eyes on Rhonda while Curly continued to stare a blank TV screen.

"Curly, can you at least look at me?"

After brief hesitation, Curly turned his face towards Rhonda and got a full view of her for the first time in months. Naturally, it was her growing tummy that caught his eye right away.

"Yeah, I'm getting humongous, aren't I?" Rhonda asked, as if she could read his mind.

Curly's lips slowly parted in attempt to reply but he couldn't even begin.

"Wait, wait—don't answer that," Rhonda quickly cut him off, with a giggle of slight embarrassment.

She immediately realized exactly what she asked him and she decided not to let him confirm that she was getting "fat". It was common sense that an inevitable size increase comes with pregnancy but for some reason, Rhonda still equated it to fatness. Rhonda has taken tremendous pride in that fact that she's never before weighed over 125lbs in her life; therefore, this was one of the major factors that irritated her about being pregnant. So, she decided to cut to the chase.

"Anyway, I'm six months along now and my due date is March 9th, 2012 although he can come sooner or later than that," Rhonda stated." I said he, so obviously it's a boy."

There was an awkward silence.

"Um….congrats, I guess," Rhonda added.

In response, Curly nodded slowly and rather emotionlessly. Rhonda was a more than a little annoyed at Curly's perceptible nonchalance but she remained patient, for the moment.

"Anyway, how am I? I'm fine. Thanks for asking! The baby's fine too. He's going be quite healthy when he's born. No pregnancy complications whatsoever!" Rhonda spoke with the speed of a motorcycle.

Curly and Lydia both stared back at Rhonda as if she has completely lost her mind. Again, Rhonda attempted to remain calm. So, she exhaled before speaking again.

"How are you, Curly?" she asked.

"I'm alright, I guess," Curly replied, at last.

"Finally, you speak. My God—I was beginning to forget what your voice sounded like," Rhonda muttered, rolling her eyes.

As Curly began to respond to Rhonda, there was something so off about the way he spoke. His usual lively, flamboyant speech was suddenly comparable to Arnie's—Arnold Shortman's strange cousin from the countryside. Curly's voice had a dullness, a dryness and lack of feeling in it. Rhonda realized that Patty wasn't exaggerating when she said that his whole conduct was now very zombie-like.

"I'm feeling normal, for once in my life, Rhonda," Curly stated." I'm not sad, happy, angry—nothing. I just feel normal; I thank these new meds I'm taking, I guess."

Wow, and Nadine's theory was correct, Rhonda thought. He IS doped out on anti-depressants.

"I see a psychiatrist regularly—first as an inpatient, now as an outpatient," Curly continued." I'm also in this group that helps young adults cope with depression and things like that."

"And that is where he met meeeee!" Lydia cheered, proudly.

Instead of verbally replying, Rhonda just shook her head in pity. In all honesty, she wasn't the least bit jealous of Curly's new girlfriend. Still, she couldn't help but to wonder what he's even doing in a relationship(particularly with a girl who seemed equally as psychologically disturbed as he is) when most would agree that he was certainly not in the proper state of mind to be dating again.

"Oh yeah, that's how I met Lydia," Curly added.

"And his parents adore me," Lydia bragged.

"How sweet," Rhonda said, with a sarcastic smirk." Anyway, I'm sorry for the way things ended between us, Curly; but I made my decision for all the right reasons and I'm glad that you're getting help. You getting help is the deciding factor of whether I'd let you be involved in this baby's life or not. I want my baby to have his father in his life and as long as you're getting better, you deserve a chance to be a good dad."

"I don't really care anymore at this point," Curly told her, softly yet bluntly.

"What?!" Rhonda reacted, appalled.

"What part of 'he doesn't care anymore' don't you understand, Princess?" Lydia chimed in, harshly.

"I wasn't talking to you and I told you to stay out of it," Rhonda snarled.

For some reason, there was something about the way Lydia called her "Princess" that grated on Rhonda's nerves. There was only one person in the world that could ever get away with referring to her as "Princess" and her name was Helga Pataki. Over the years, Rhonda learned that under Helga's aggressive façade, her nicknaming Arnold "Football Head" or Gerald "Tall-Hair Boy" or Rhonda "Princess" was somewhat a way of expressing affection. However, from anyone else, Rhonda interpreted it as disrespect. Therefore, her tolerance of Lydia was running out.

"What do you even need me for?" Curly asked." You dumped me. You made it very clear that you're too smart, too ambitious, too beautiful, too independent and too rich to need me. You can be a mom and dad all in one, right?"

Rhonda sat silently for a second and then let out a laugh. It was an angry laugh. She was taken aback at Curly's audacity as well as his choice of words.

When Rhonda's face turned serious again, she retorted." Is that the route you want to go down, Curly? Is that where you want to take it? You're right; I am rich, beautiful, independent and all those things but every kid deserves to have his dad in his life. That's a void that I could never fill. I had both of my parents growing up and so did you! So, how dare you think I'd even consider depriving our baby of that same privilege? You can't be serious! What the hell are you—"

Rhonda stopped and decided not to even finish that statement; she just nodded heatedly and went on to make an exit statement instead.

"You know what? I'm not even going to reduce myself to begging," she declared." You're view on the situation is completely messed up but I shouldn't be surprised. You're messed up. You always have been and you always will be unless your psychiatrist is some sort of miracle worker. So, I'm sorry I wasted your time and mine but I don't need this kind of stupidity."

With that, Rhonda stood up and started putting her coat back on. Lydia was livid and she wasn't prepared to put up with what seemed like a condescending attitude from her boyfriend's ex, even if she was carrying his child. So, she snapped.

"You bitch!" Lydia screamed, jumping to her feet." How dare you degrade my boyfriend like that? Are you trying to trying to destroy all of the progress he's made since you left, you evil whore!"

There was no doubt that Lydia was pushing Rhonda's buttons but the latter tried one last time to remain calm and try to kill her with her wit instead.

"Oh please, honey, progress went out the window the moment he decided to let you be his girlfriend," Rhonda responded, with a sassy grin.

"Fuck you! I am what saved him and he is what saved me, you dumb bitch!" Lydia shrieked, as she walked directly up to Rhonda." Curly and I can relate. He can't relate you and the rest of upper class society because all you rich dipshits do is keep others down because you're a bunch of power-hungry, egotistical fucks with no compassion or even a fucking shred of human decency. People like Curly and me may be "crazy" but you're fucking sick! You're sick! Drop dead, you fucking monster!"

Unfortunately, Rhonda's rising anger couldn't allow her to see that Lydia was most likely just venting out her inner-frustrations on her and thus, making her pay for those who've wronged her to the point of insanity. Frankly, Rhonda was sick of receiving heat from people just because she was born into wealth. It made her blood boil. Several folks in the past have learned the hard way not to underestimate Rhonda Lloyd. She certainly was no Helga Pataki or Big Patty but she definitely packed a meaner punch than most would expect from a "spoiled, classy rich girl". Still, she thought it was right to give Lydia a fair warning as to exactly who she was dealing with.

"Lydia, listen to me," Rhonda said, calmly but sternly." You're going to back off, lower your voice, shut your mouth and have a seat right now—or you're going to get slapped. Do not take it there with me. Get out of my face—now."

"No," Lydia refused.

"I'm warning you…"

"NO!" Lydia shouted.

WHAP! Came the sound of Rhonda's hand smacking Lydia on the side of her face. The slap caused Lydia to fall back into her seat on the couch.

"Oh no way, she did not just fucking hit me!" Lydia screeched, in a rage.

She hopped back up to her feet and started wildly swinging her arms in a windmill motion. Rhonda backed up and managed to dodge all of Lydia's hits as she threw a few punches of her own. Three of Rhonda's hits connected with her opponent's face; her right fist caught Lydia twice in the jaw while her left fist caught her once in the forehead.

Curly immediately grabbed Lydia from around the waist and lifted her out of Rhonda's way. Lydia kicked and screamed and demanded him to let her go the whole time.

"Let me go!" Lydia cried, at the top of her lungs." I'm gonna kill you, bitch! You don't fuck with a crazy person! Ever! I'll destroy you, bitch!"

Rhonda just stood still with her hands on her hips, watching Lydia freak out. Curly struggled so much to restrain his enraged girlfriend that they both fell to the floor. Even then, Curly still had to hold on tightly to Lydia.

Pathetic, Rhonda thought, shaking her head. Is THIS what I was going to expose my baby to? Ugh, I'm so out of here.

Without a second thought, Rhonda simply slung her purse over her shoulder and stepped over the struggling couple on the floor.

"Good luck to you, Curly; thanks for nothing!" Rhonda hollered, as she left the living room.

As she made her way out of the front door, she could still hear screaming and banging from the living room.

"Lydia—babe, take a pill! Relax!"

"No! No! No! I wanna beat the shit out of her!"

Rhonda shook her head and left the house, removing her car keys from her purse. As soon as she walked down the stoop, she felt the baby kicking in her womb. Normally, it wasn't a comfortable feeling but this time, Rhonda became overwhelmed with joy and she fell in love at that very moment. Smiling, she touched her belly.

Actually, Curly, thanks for my child, she thought.

With that, she made her way to her car.

THREE MONTHS LATER…..

With the passing of Christmas, New Year's and Valentine's Day came the arrival of March; the month in which three babies were expected to be born. Harold and Patty were living in an apartment together and going strong. While Patty was on official maternity leave, Harold continued to work hard, sometimes overtime, as a cook at Sparkle Grub. Sid also continued to earn his living as a waiter at Sparkle Grub and he even worked doubles to stack up his tip income. For the time being, he and Nadine still lived under Nadine's parents' roof but they had every intention of getting their own place. Rather than letting the incident with Curly and Lydia upset her, Rhonda simply put it behind her and focused on the future. She was taking off the spring semester of university to prepare for the birth of her son in Hillwood. Rhonda planned to return to L.A. to resume her studies that August, by then, the baby would be over five months old.

At last, the week of March that all of the expectant parents were waiting for has arrived. On the morning of March 10th of 2012, the Bermans and the Smiths decided to meet each other at Hillwood Medical Center to congratulate each other on becoming grandparents and most importantly, to meet their grandchild. The four of them were escorted to the room that Patty was occupying. As soon as they stepped inside, they were overcome with pride and joy.

Patty was sitting up in the bed in her hospital gown, looking completely beat after over fifteen hours of excruciating labor. However, the nature of the occasion was enough to at least, keep a smile on her face. Harold was sitting in a wooden chair near the bed, cradling a sleeping bundle in his arms. Baby Harry was born at 7:07AM, weighing a chunky nine pounds, four ounces. The newborn baby boy was an equal physical resemblance of both his mother and his father. There was even a thin trail of hairs between his brows that would eventually form a unibrow. Although young, innocent and adorable, there was something naturally mean about Harry's face. Harold proudly reasoned that his son was a natural born fighter like his parents.

"Mom, Dad….hey," Patty greeted them, with a warm grin.

"My darling! How are you?" Mrs. Smith responded, full of emotion.

"Great."

While Patty's adoptive dwarf parents walked towards her to greet her with a kiss, Harold's parents walked towards Harold and their newborn grandson in his arms.

Mrs. Berman kissed Harold on the cheek while Mr. Berman gave Harold an affectionate squeeze on the shoulder.

"Oooh, I'm a grandmother now," Mrs. Berman said, full of emotion." Can I hold him?"

Harold smiled, nodded and carefully stood up to gently pass Baby Harry over to his mother.

Gently holding the baby, Mrs. Berman carefully sat down in the chair and stared into the precious baby's face. Naturally, Mr. Berman, Mr. Smith and Mrs. Smith surrounded Mrs. Berman's chair, smiling down proudly at their new grandson. Harold stood over by Patty's bed and gave her a kiss.

"I love you," Harold said.

"I love you too," Patty responded.

The couple grinned at each other and then watched as their parents cooed and smiled at their baby. Suddenly, the joy that Mrs. Berman was filled with became too much, so she finally released her tears and cried.

"Oh Mom, you don't have to cry," Harold told her.

"I can't help it, honey," Mrs. Berman continued to sob.

"I know it's hard, Mom, but gee…he's not that ugly," Harold said, looking at his newborn son.

"Oh Harold, don't be silly!" Mrs. Berman exclaimed.

Patty playfully punched Harold in the shoulder and started laughing. From there, everyone in the room erupted into laughter. Harold would probably always be obnoxious and even ridiculous in terms of logic, but everyone had faith in him that he would turn out to be an amazing father.

Three days after the birth of Harold and Patty's child, another expectant couple, Sid and Nadine, was experiencing the same situation. For twenty-one hours, Nadine was going through the worst physical agony she's ever had to endure, being in labor. Sid, his father and Nadine's parents were all there to support her and comfort her during this time. They all were tired and anxious for the baby's arrival but they remained loyal. However, when it came time to actually deliver the baby, Nadine was only allowed two guests in the room. So, Sid and Mrs. Robinson stayed in the room while Mr. Gifaldi and Mr. Robinson waited in the waiting room.

Nadine's cervix was fully dilated and the doctor was now urging her to start pushing.

"Okay, dear, try to breathe through the pain and push down," Dr. McCarthy directed her, gently.

By this time, Nadine was exhausted and hurting so badly that all she could do was cry." Nooooo. I can't take this anymore."

"Now ain't the time to give up, gal; I done been in this predicament twice when I had you and your brudda," Mrs. Robinson said, in her Trinidadian accent." It hurts like Hell but it's gonna be alright."

"But Mommy—" Nadine whined, with tears in her eyes.

"Hush now!" Mrs. Robinson interrupted her." You don't have time for cryin'; leave that shit for the baby."

"Mrs. Robinson—no disrespect but Nadine's already in pain, so why are you being such a drill sergeant?" Sid asked.

"Boy, don't make me box your ass up," Mrs. Robinson retorted." The gal needs to do what the doctor says. Come on, Nadine—push!"

"Babe, you okay?" Sid asked, worried." I hate seeing you in this kind of pain. Do you think you can do this?

"Baby, what other choice do I have?" Nadine replied, weakly." The baby has to come out, after all. But thanks for being so concerned."

Nadine knew that her mother was a strong believer of tough love; therefore, she never took Mrs. Robinson's feisty attitude to the heart. Sid, on the other hand, was taking a while to get used to do it; therefore, he was shaking in his boots.

Finally, Nadine started pushing down hard to get the birth process over with, crying and moaning the whole time.

"Excellent! Keep going!" the doctor urged, in a cheery voice.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," Mrs. Robinson encouraged her." Hold my hand."

Nadine held on firmly to her mother's hand and continued to push down. Sid's curiosity led him to take an actual look at the birthing process. When he saw a small, human head protruding from in between Nadine's legs, he nearly fainted.

"Ew, this is so creepy," Sid groaned, making a face.

"Sid, you're not helping!" Nadine screamed at him.

"Sorry babe," Sid apologized.

Mrs. Robinson shook her head at Sid's irrational timidity and continued to hold her daughter's hand as she continued to push and expel the new life from body. Even though the sight of childbirth seemed very unpleasant to Sid, he chose to be mature and keep watching. After all, he was responsible for this new life and it would be his duty as a father to take care of this life for at least, the next eighteen years.

Finally, a healthy baby girl was born at an even seven pounds at 2:58PM on March 13th, 2012. Sidra Butterfly Gifaldi was the name that Sid and Nadine had made a final decision on. The infant was born with thick, dark hair, round light eyes and a light skin-tone—lighter than Nadine's but fairly darker than Sid's. This emotional event immediately caused Nadine, Mrs. Robinson and especially Sid to break down and shed tears of joy. Naturally, when Sid and Nadine's respective fathers joined them in the room moments later, they did the same thing.

"She's so beautiful; Oh God—she's so beautiful," Sid repeated, crying joyfully over the birth of his daughter.

Two days later, last but not least, Rhonda was due to meet the life that she was bearing in her womb for the past nine months. She would soon be joining Patty and Nadine in the beauty of new motherhood. So, on March 15th, Rhonda Wellington-Lloyd's life was going to change forever. While Patty and Nadine had given birth in a hospital, Rhonda was planning to have her baby in her home with the assistance of a midwife.

Sixty-one year old Lois Axelrod was a longtime associate of the Lloyd family. She served as a midwife to Mrs. Lloyd when she gave birth to Rhonda nearly nineteen years ago and now, she would be doing the same as Rhonda brings her own child into the world. For many hours, Rhonda has been writhing and wailing in pain. Even though she was in a comfortable king-sized bed in a designated room in the comfort of her own home, the agony of childbirth was inescapable. For her own reasons, Rhonda had asked her father not to be in the room while she's actually giving birth; she was a little more comfortable with her mother and the midwife seeing her naked from the waist down rather than her father. It would have felt too awkward for her. Mr. Lloyd was completely understanding as he waited outside of the room while Mrs. Lloyd and Lois stayed by Rhonda's side.

As Rhonda pushed down, she grunted and sobbed." Oh God—Nadine and Patty weren't lying!"

"About what, sweetheart?" Mrs. Lloyd asked.

"This shit hurts! That's what!" Rhonda yelled, red-faced and teary-eyed.

Mrs. Lloyd was stunned at her daughter's reaction, particularly because of the language she used in front of her.

"Sorry Mom," Rhonda wept.

"It's okay, honey, just keep going." Mrs. Lloyd responded, softly rubbing Rhonda's head.

"Yes, sweetheart, you're almost there," Lois added, as she looked in between Rhonda's legs.

Rhonda mustered up all the strength she needed to push the infant entirely out of her birth canal. Before she knew it, the sound of a newborn's cry filled the room. The cry was followed by joyous "Aaaaaws" from Mrs. Lloyd and the midwife. Rhonda was almost too drained from the lengthy process to immediately process the fact that the baby finally arrived after what seemed like forever. So, she just dropped back against the pillows and sighed with relief.

Minutes later, after cutting the umbilical cord, cleaning him up and all other necessary steps traditionally taken after a child's birth, Lois smiled widely at Rhonda as she gently handed her newborn son over to her.

"Congratulations Rhonda," Lois said, happily

As Rhonda slowly cradled her baby in her arms, she looked into his eyes—which were wide open. Instantly, she felt a connection, a warm sensation heating up inside of her soul. The baby looked a lot like Curly, particularly the way his upper lip was slightly bigger than his lower lip. Nonetheless, he was a beautiful baby boy and Rhonda regarded him as a gift from the heavens. He almost immediately stopped crying the moment he was held by his mother for the first time.

"Prince," Rhonda uttered her child's name to him for the first time, with a smile on her face.

Mrs. Lloyd stood a couple of feet away, crying with joy as she saw that look on her daughter's face—the look of a mother who just brought a life into the world. Rhonda's smiled widened as tears ran freely down her face; she leaned down and softly kissed Prince on his forehead.

"Rhonda, sweetheart, he's so precious," Mrs. Lloyd said, beaming down at her first grandson.

"Yes, Mom—he is," Rhonda agreed, never taking her eyes off of her baby.

"Oh sweet Lord—this moment is too beautiful for words," Mrs. Lloyd was full of emotion." I've got to bring your father inside!"

Mrs. Lloyd hurried out of the bedroom and quickly walked towards the stairs.

From there, she called for her husband." Buckley! Buckley! Honey, come upstairs and say hello to our new grandson!"

Although Mr. Lloyd instantly felt a joyous sensation race through his heart when his wife relayed the news to him of their grandchild's arrival, there was something else he wanted to do first. There was a problem that he wanted to address once and for all.

Without a second thought, Mr. Lloyd picked up his phone and dialed the Gammelthorpe residence.

"Hello?" A groggy, grumpy Mr. Gammelthorpe answered." Who is this?"

"This is Buckley Lloyd; Rhonda's father."

"It's almost four in the morning, pal!" Mr. Gammelthorpe reacted, grumpily.

"Indeed; and my daughter has been suffering extreme pain all day and night just to give life to the child that your son is equally responsible for," Mr. Lloyd responded, assertively." The least you can do is inform Thaddeus. If you and your wife are confident that you've raised a real man, you'd wake him up and allow me to have a talk with him."

Mr. Lloyd didn't sugarcoat his statement. He could always take the easy way out and acknowledge that Prince was born to a young woman who had more than enough wealth to raise him alone. However, principle was far more important to Mr. Lloyd than money could ever be. He was a devoted father to his daughter; therefore, he would see to it that his grandson has his father in his life as well. But how would that conversation go?

(I understand your language; your baby talk. You've got to crawl before you walk) (Patty's thoughts for Harry)

(There you are just looking so beautiful, and all the while…) (Nadine's thoughts for Sidra)

(You're wrapped in blankets; you are my love child) (Rhonda's thoughts for Prince)

(Thanks for my child) (the thoughts of the three new mothers)

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